After infiltrating the main characters' group, I became the most beautiful woman in the world.

Before the light of dawn fully broke, the thin hues of the morning, like shattered mist, seeped softly through the carved gaps in the window frame, gently spreading across the bed.

The brocade quilts were piled up and wrapped around a person's body, making their limbs weak and their bones feel like they were soaking in warm water, leaving them too lazy to exert any strength.

Su Ning was fast asleep, her eyelids felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, and she couldn't open them at all.

She could only vaguely sense someone leaning down slightly, their broad palms gently covering her forehead. Their fingertips were slightly cool, but the movements were incredibly gentle, softly brushing away the stray hairs that had fallen across her forehead. The touch was extremely tender.

"I have something to do today, so you stay here and don't move around. I'll buy you sweet cakes when I get back."

She gave a soft "hmm," but then noticed that the person seemed even stranger, bothering her for a while longer, like an annoying mosquito.

Enraged, she swatted the mosquito dead in her sleep, finally bringing some peace and quiet.

In a daze, she seemed to hear the door being gently closed, and she didn't open her eyes until the sun was high in the sky.

"Yue Zijin?"

Su Ning looked around and found that the person was nowhere to be seen; the entire room was empty.

At that moment, the image of that person speaking softly seemed to echo in my mind again.

After getting out of bed, Su Ning realized that the effects of the medicine in her body seemed to be dissipating, and she would probably be able to walk normally again by tomorrow.

Strange, Yue Zi is in such a hurry today, it's not like him.

And last night, he suddenly lost control; there must be something wrong with his cultivation technique.

Su Ning had a premonition that today's events must be very serious.

She needs to go out; she can't stay here.

But the medicine was really strange; it made her legs weak. Even though the effects were starting to wear off, it still couldn't support her walking for long.

Her fingertips gripped the faded vermilion edge of the table. As she struggled to stand up, her hem accidentally knocked over a rough teacup on the edge of the table.

A sharp "clang" rang out, particularly jarring in the empty room.

Just as she was about to take another step forward.

The door was suddenly pushed open with a creak, and Su Ning looked up at the other person.

Backlit, a tall, dark figure stepped in against the wind.

He wore a dark brocade robe with subtle patterns, the hem still damp with mud and grass from the mountains. His dark hair was tied back with a single black ribbon, with a few wet strands hanging down his full forehead.

The man strode in, his narrow, almond-shaped eyes half-closed.

The gaze, like a snagging chain, slowly moved over the girl, then over her smooth, jade-like forehead, and finally settled on her eyes, which were wet with fear.

"It's you." Su Ning exclaimed in surprise.

"What, you're surprised to see me?" The man's lips curled into a cold smile, which slowly narrowed into a straight line, his eyes dropping to freezing point. "Or are you expecting someone?"

"Did you come here to save me or to mock me?"

Su Ning was not afraid of him at all.

Yin Ye crossed his arms, his posture casual. "What do you expect me to be here for?"

"After all, the dignified owner of the Embroidered Jade Pavilion has fallen to this state. What do you think I would do?"

Before he finished speaking, his slender fingers had already curled up, with an irresistible force, and precisely gripped Su Ning's wrist.

The touch was icy cold, yet the force was astonishing, pulling her off balance and causing her back to slam heavily into his solid, cold chest.

"How dare you grab me!"

Su Ning glared at the other person, but the other person reached out and pinched her cheek, seemingly finding it pleasant to touch, and even gave it a squeeze.

Su Ning was pinned in front of him, unable to move, and could only glare at him angrily.

Just as Su Ning thought the other party was about to do something, the next moment, those hands with distinct knuckles slowly withdrew and gently wrapped around her waist.

His strength was restrained yet firm, holding her securely in his arms without the slightest roughness.

The man lowered his head slightly, his cool chin gently resting on the top of her soft hair, his movements unusually gentle.

The voice that had been shrouded in gloom had lost its coldness and sharpness, becoming deep and hoarse, wrapped in an unyielding obsession, forbearance, and a trace of fragile tenderness, resounding muffledly in her ear.

"Stop hiding."

I miss you so much.

His chest rose and fell slightly, his embrace tight and tender, enclosing her in his own private world.

All the hostility vanished, leaving only the bitterness and obsession of longing for what he could not have, as he carefully held onto this light that belonged only to him.

Su Ning paused, unusually refraining from teasing him. She buried her face in the man's chest, her voice low and heavy, "How did you know I was here?"

But Yin Ye didn't answer her immediately. Instead, he tightened his grip around her waist, took a deep breath, and said in a low voice, "Don't speak. Let me hold you a little longer."

Su Ning remained silent for an unknown amount of time before the other person finally released her and looked her over: "That kid didn't scold you, did he?"

Su Ning didn't doubt that the other party knew that Yue Zijin had locked her up here; what puzzled her was his attitude.

The girl's eyelashes trembled slightly, her eyes fixed on the man's face, as if trying to see a flower bloom on his skin.

"Why are you staring at me like that? I'm asking you, did that kid hurt you?"

Yin Ye raised an eyebrow, his face showing no sign of anger.

Su Ning recalled that back in the Wuxiang Sect, she had only gotten slightly close to Song Hengxue, and the other party had started cursing and threatening to kill herself, acting like a jealous husband.

She didn't believe that the other party hadn't noticed anything.

"Ahem, what do you think Yue Zijin could do to me? However, he gave me some medicine, and now I feel weak and sore all over."

"My servant, the road ahead depends on you."

Surrounded by desolate mountains and wilderness, even without Chinese medicine, Su Ning did not want to continue alone.

Su Ning thought the other party would carry her down the mountain first, but unexpectedly Yin Ye took out a porcelain bottle from his sleeve, and an unknown pill appeared in front of him.

His expression was somewhat grave. "The medicine you were given was prepared by the Ghost Doctor."

Sure enough, Su Ning took the pill, and the small pill melted in her mouth without her feeling anything.

She was concerned about something else: Yue Zijin's strange behavior was indeed related to You Xunchun.

He never let go.

No, perhaps he overcame his inner fears and the shadow of his childhood in the brothel.

But he hated it.

She hated Xie Zhuo and his mother, Consort Shouhua.

Yes, he was the mastermind behind all this turmoil in the martial arts world. Even if he didn't lie to Su Ning, it doesn't mean he didn't hide anything from her.

Thinking of this, Su Ning recalled what Yue Zijin had told her that morning, and quickly grabbed his sleeve, "Let's go down the mountain quickly and find your sect leader."

Yin Ye's gaze fell on the hand that was clutching his sleeve, and then with a gentle pull, Su Ning fell into his arms.

He tightened his arms, holding the girl firmly in his embrace, and with a light touch of his toes, he leaped into the air with the girl in his arms.

Sunlight bathed the forest, casting dappled shadows, and the wind rustled through the trees.

Su Ning had gradually adapted to the world's light-footed kung fu, where one could fly at the drop of a hat, so she was not panicked and even found a comfortable position in Yin Ye's arms.

"So, how exactly did you find me?"

"Could it be that all my subordinates are no match for you?" The girl's ethereal voice faded into the forest.

Then came a slightly magnetic voice: "Guess."

But he was soon punished. There seemed to be a dull sound in the forest, like a fist hitting his chest.

"Ouch, be gentle, my dear."

The two whispered to each other, their words slow and gentle, their voices filling the entire mountain forest.

No one knows that it is on the ancient tree not far from the wooden house in the forest.

A tall figure in red perched quietly on a thick tree branch.

The woman was dressed in a tight-fitting outfit, with a sharp and cold look in her eyes. She stood with her back straight and her hands behind her back, her red dress standing out starkly against the dark forest.

She hid among the shadows of the branches and leaves, her gaze calm and undisturbed, watching the two figures walking away hand in hand until they completely left the mountains and disappeared at the end of the mountain path.

Tangxi watched the two figures disappear into the distance, and couldn't help but recall a day in the past when the two of them joked together:

"Xixi, if I become really, really bad in the future, will you still hate me like this?"

Those wonderful days seem like yesterday.

Tangxi recalled her answer that day: "If you become very, very bad, then I'll lock you up so you can't harm others."

Of course not, Su Su, I won't lock you up. You are a bird soaring in the sky, how can you be confined to the cage of the human world?

That night, Tangxi personally lured Sixteen away, taking advantage of their blood ties.

But that's not right.

She still couldn't believe that Su Ning would really kill Mr. Duan Shui.

So, taking advantage of the opportunity to send the Cold Water Flower back to Hundred Flowers Valley, she visited the Su Nu Sect and met Xu Ling'er, who was staying there.

According to Xu Heyu, Xu Ling'er had been in a daze and unable to communicate with others ever since she saw Mr. Duanshui die that day.

Tangxi stayed at the Su Nu Sect for three days and finally learned from Xu Ling'er that she had never witnessed Su Ning actually killing anyone.

There is absolutely no evidence to prove any of this.

So Tangxi rushed back without stopping.

Yue Zijin's condition was very strange. She searched for a long time before finding some clues.

Finally, the clues were given to the Demonic Sect's Master Youtai.

"Yue Zi will know the whole truth now, but you must tell him yourself..."

……

The night was as dark as ink, permeating the entire capital city.

In front of the Prince Ling's mansion, torches were like a forest, illuminating the area within a hundred feet as bright as day.

The firelight flickered in the wind, casting shifting shadows on their cold, stern faces, making them appear like demons emerging from the depths of hell.

Yue Zijin stood at the very front, her long, dark hair flying in the night wind.

His sword was still dripping blood, its tip pointing towards the ground, blood droplets sliding down the blade, falling onto the bluestone pavement, forming a small dark red puddle.

Behind him lies the world of martial arts.

They want to kill someone.

Ling Wang, Xie Zhuo.

Flames soared into the sky from the direction of the palace, and shouts of battle could be faintly heard.

You Xunchun's men have taken control of the palace, the Imperial Guards have been disarmed, and all forces that could support the Ling Prince's Mansion have been cut off within the imperial city.

The gates of the Prince Ling's mansion slowly opened.

Xie Zhuo came out from inside.

He was not wearing armor, carrying a sword, or even accompanied by an extra guard. He wore his usual black robe, with a dark leather belt around his waist, and his long hair was half-tied up.

He held a sword in his hand.

Its sharp edge is fully revealed, as if a phoenix is ​​singing.

"It's the Phoenix Feather Sword!"

"As expected, the Phoenix Feather Sword is in the Prince Ling's mansion. Legend has it that the secret treasure of the previous dynasty is hidden inside this sword!"

Yue Zijin slightly raised his knife.

"Xie Zhuo," his voice wasn't loud, but it reached everyone present clearly, "you will pay the price for what you've done."

Xie Zhuo looked at him, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly. The curve was so small that it was almost imperceptible.

But Yue Zi saw it now, and it was a kind of disdain, a condescending indifference, as if watching ants fight.

A flash of anger crossed Yue Zijin's eyes.

He didn't say anything more, but simply raised his knife.

That was a signal.

A tidal wave of people surged forward, swords flashing and the sounds of battle deafening.

The guards of the Prince Ling's Mansion charged out from both sides and engaged in battle with the martial arts heroes.

The sounds of clashing swords, screams, and splattering blood intertwined to create a deafening, apocalyptic symphony.

Xie Zhuo was surrounded by people with ten miles of hanging bells.

But he knew he couldn't hold on much longer.

The current situation cannot be changed simply by the title of a chosen one.

He looked around but couldn't find that familiar figure, so he used a little of his internal energy:

"Brother, things have come to this, aren't you going to show yourself?"

A voice fell silently from the eaves.

But Xie Zhuo locked onto that figure in an instant.

"It really was you."

You Xunchun's expression was indifferent, and his dark pupils seemed devoid of emotion.

Xie Zhuo knew that if the other party truly had no feelings, the Lingwang Mansion would not be in this state today.

You Xunchun did not make a move, just like a chess player who does not enter the game.

"Your Highness, hurry! Your men will cover your escape."

The several pavilion masters of Shili Xuanling surrounded Xie Zhuo.

Yue Zijin was now bloodthirsty. His once clear and innocent eyes had turned completely dark and bloodshot, with bloodshot veins at the corners and no trace of consciousness in them.

He chased after the other person as if he wanted to bite off a piece of flesh from them.

Su Ning and Yin Ye arrived at that moment.

The effects of the medicine in her body had completely dissipated.

Just as she was about to catch up with Yue Zijin, Yin Ye grabbed her wrist. "What are you trying to do? It's dangerous there."

Just as Su Ning was at a loss, a familiar, even slightly trembling voice suddenly came from beside her, "Su, Su Ning?"

Su Ning did not turn around immediately, just as the man's hand was about to touch her.

Su Ning sighed inwardly, "I'm sorry, little Taoist priest."

"Stop Yin Ye for me."

The mind-controlling technique took effect instantly. Before Yin Ye could react, he saw a cold, moon-like sword light piercing towards his chest.

"Su Ning!"

As soon as Yin Ye turned around after dodging, the girl was nowhere to be seen in the crowd.

This must have been one of Xie Zhuo's rare moments of embarrassment. Yue Zijin must have been bewitched by his good brother.

He pushed through the encirclement, his gaze falling on You Xunchun's direction, and then a smile curled at the corners of his lips, as if some conspiracy had succeeded.

Zhang Hexian is now one of the most outstanding people in the world. Even if he can't kill him, he can still inflict considerable damage on him.

He walked out of the alley, his robes fluttering slightly. Although his dark brocade robes were stained with some dust, his posture remained upright and noble, and his eyes carried the composure and indifference of someone who had long held a high position.

But in the next instant, a cold wind suddenly rose, and a murderous aura rushed towards us.

Shadows surged at the end of the alley, and the man exuded a murderous aura. His eyes were bloodshot and devoid of any consciousness, leaving only a bone-deep obsession and a world-destroying madness.

Without uttering a word, the cold iron short sword in his hand suddenly gleamed with a chilling light, carrying the force of thunder as it pierced through the air. The blade's wind was sharp and piercing, each strike deadly. The tip of the blade was locked onto Xie Zhuo's vital point, so fast that it gave him no chance to react at all.

Xie Zhuo's pupils suddenly contracted sharply, alarm bells rang in his heart, and his true energy tensed instantly. But You Xunchun was so cunning that he would never give Xie Zhuo even the slightest chance to escape.

At the critical moment, a slender figure suddenly fell from mid-air, as fast as a fleeting glimpse.

"Pfft—"

The dull, piercing sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh broke the deathly silence of the streets and alleys.

Su Ning stood in front of him.

The sword pierced her chest.

Yue Zijin's blade, the Dragon Sparrow Blade that gleamed coldly and had drunk the blood of countless people, pierced through her chest, passed through her skin, and emerged from her back.

A string of blood beads hung from the tip of the knife, hitting the bluestone ground and splashing out a small, dark red flower.

She looked at Yue Zijin, her eyes shining brightly, like two ignited stars.

Her lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but nothing came out. Only a thin line of blood trickled from the corner of her mouth down her chin.

Fresh blood gushed out, staining her entire dress a dark red, like a huge, blooming flower.

"Su Su!"

"My lord!"

Su Ning could clearly hear the figures of Yu Xinglai and Hongxiu not far away.

Not only them, Su Ning felt a lot.

Pei Yunlian struggled to get up from the bed, but her legs gave way, and she collapsed to the floor, her eyes glazed over...

Tang Xi stopped in her tracks, touched her eyes in a daze, and wondered why she was crying.

The moment the knife pierced my lung, I felt no pain; it was as if I were observing someone else's story.

Her soul seemed to have left her body, yet it was very realistic; she saw Yue Zijin's expression return to normal.

Seeing his red eyes, tears falling like pearls, he cried like a child.

Yes, at his age, he's still just a child.

Xie Zhuo caught her.

Her body leaned backward and fell into his arms, like a leaf blown away by the wind, finally finding its home.

His hand pressed against the wound on her chest, trying to stop the gushing blood, but there was too much blood and the wound was too deep.

He couldn't save her.

Su Ning looked at him.

Her vision was starting to blur, as if through a layer of mist, and she couldn't see anything clearly.

Then, a gust of wind blew by, and time seemed to stand still.

"Ding—Host's role-playing mission complete. Mission objective: To be pierced through the heart by the chosen one. Death escape countdown—"

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