Having cultivated myself into an immortal, all I want to do is raise female disciples.

Everything in sight was pure white.

Yuan'er actually likes snow, but she doesn't like such a large-scale... despairing and lonely snow.

She shivered, and could even feel the snowflakes, driven by the cold wind, seeping into the gaps in her clothes and clinging to her frail body, penetrating her bones with the biting cold.

So cold.

……

She swallowed hard, and could even feel the temperature difference between the liquid and her chilled throat.

Lin Yuan was breathing slightly heavily, her exhaled breath carrying moisture.

No... I need to get moving.

She felt her limbs were about to stiffen, and if she didn't move now, her limbs would probably become very weak.

"Teacher? Junior Sister Yu Chan? Senior Brother Gu?"

The girl walked alone in the cold wind.

Every step taken leaves a footprint.

Ice crystals had formed on her red hair. She tried to walk in a certain direction, but after walking for more than ten minutes, she did not see anyone.

She started to panic and began to call out loudly, "Teacher... Junior Sister Yu Chan! Where are you?!"

This is actually a rather foolish approach; she shouldn't waste her energy at a time like this.

But the unease of the unfamiliar environment and the indescribable sense of loneliness still frightened her, to the point that she had to scream out loud.

however.

The only response to the girl's shouts was the increasingly howling wind and blizzard.

cold.

Bone-chilling cold.

Her hands seemed to have lost all feeling. She stared blankly at her hands, which were covered with a layer of small ice crystals, and paused for a moment.

Where is this...?

What am I doing...?

What... happened?

Endless doubts, endless cold.

She took a step forward in confusion, but this time, she unfortunately stepped on something and fell forward.

Her small face, already purple from the cold wind, was buried in the snow. She felt her lips had turned to ice, and she was even reluctant to let them touch.

She struggled to her feet in the snow, then shivered and stiffly turned her head to see what had been moved to her.

But he only barely turned his head—

The girl's eyes narrowed sharply.

……

Because I was lying in that snowfield, a symbol of death...

She was a beautiful woman with long purple hair, wearing a red and white cheongsam, and covered in a thick layer of ice crystals, looking like a corpse.

46. ​​The Demon in My Heart

The fire raged fiercely.

The walls, painstakingly built, collapsed and burned. The academy, which should have been surrounded by green mountains and nestled in the valley like a paradise, was completely destroyed by the raging fire.

The beams and pillars were burned, the foundation collapsed, and all living beings perished in the sea of ​​fire.

The young boy was pierced through the chest by a sharp sword. He collapsed to the ground in excruciating pain, his mangled limbs twitching and struggling in the pool of blood. Meanwhile, the stone pillar, engulfed in flames, collapsed mercilessly, slamming into the boy's back like a heavy hammer.

He vomited a large amount of blood, his lower and upper body nearly broken off by the beams. The scorching flames, like the tongue of an evil python, slowly climbed up the boy's back. The giant beast called flame cruelly swallowed him whole.

Until it was swallowed up, the boy's bloodied right hand was still desperately stretched forward, as if trying to grab something, or as if pleading for help—

A look of despair was etched into her trembling pupils like a curse.

Beyond the sea of ​​fire.

Watching all this helplessly, kneeling on the ground was a petite girl with long, blue hair.

"Senior Sister Lu..."

The one who sent out the girl's extremely desperate and weak cry for help was the boy who was slowly being consumed by the flames.

"Senior Sister Lu, save me... Senior Sister Lu, save me..."

"Junior brother..."

Lu Yingqiu's eyes widened. She tried her best to tense her nerves and circulate the spiritual energy that had suddenly become uncontrollable for some reason, but she remained frozen in place.

Kneeling on the ground, unable to move, like an unforgivable sinner.

A helpless despair seeped into her skin, gripped her flesh and seeped into her bone marrow. Her delicate body trembled incessantly from the pain and despair, yet she could not escape this terror.

In the end, they could only watch helplessly as the boy disappeared into the sea of ​​fire, his right hand, which had been trying to find help, turned into a charred black lump under the scorching heat of the flames.

Lu Yingqiu's eyes were filled with tears of unbearable pain. She had witnessed her junior brother perish in the fire, but there was nothing she could do.

But this is not the end.

"Senior Sister Lu..."

"Senior Sister Lu..."

"Junior sister... Third junior sister..."

"Help me...help me! Help me!"

sound.

The voice came from the Cloud Heaven Academy, which was engulfed in flames.

One familiar voice after another.

It was condemnation, it was cursing, it was a desperate cry.

Why are you just watching?

Why couldn't you come back sooner?

Why didn't you save me?

It kept echoing in my ears, over and over again.

Lu Yingqiu covered her ears with her hands in pain, but the sound seemed to pierce through her eardrums and reach her mind; it would not stop, nor could it stop.

"Stop talking...stop talking..." She shook her head frantically, tears streaming down her face like raindrops: "Please...stop talking..."

She knelt on the ground, curled up like a loner, desperately covering her ears, her delicate body trembling incessantly.

Before Lu Yingqiu, the flames of Yuntian Academy seemed to burn endlessly.

……

……

Don't flatter yourself.

On Ziyun Mountain.

night.

A cool breeze wafts through the pavilion, the moon shines bright and the stars are few.

The woman holding the sword looked at the white-haired boy in front of her with cold eyes, her expression full of contempt and hostility: "I have never had any feelings for you. I just felt sorry for you and it aroused my pity."

……

Gu Xingzhuo was slightly taken aback, his expression changed slightly, he looked around and then looked at the woman in front of him with some confusion.

"Mo'er...?"

Wang Xiaomo's expression grew even colder. He smirked and said in a deep voice, "Don't call me by my name. Besides, you're not even human anymore, are you? I'm already being merciful by not killing you as if you were a demon."

"I advise you to get off the mountain gate now; it would be better for both of us."

Gu Xingzhuo was somewhat bewildered, as if he had been unknowingly drawn into this scene: "Mo'er... what are you saying?"

"I already told you, don't call me by my name!"

The sword is drawn.

The cold and ruthless Wang Xiaomo pressed a sharp sword against Gu Xingzhuo's neck, his face revealing a hidden killing intent.

She sneered, parted her lips slightly, and said, "Gu Xingzhuo, you are just a mortal. There is a difference between immortals and mortals. Besides, I have no feelings for you. Moreover, compared to a dejected and foolish person like you, isn't Senior Brother Xu, who has outstanding talent and a profound family background, a better choice?"

"Senior Brother Xu?"

"My senior brother, oh right, I forgot to tell you~"

Wang Xiaomo stared at Gu Xingzhuo smugly, as if he were looking forward to it.

He uttered particularly terrifying words—

"I have already become cultivation partners with my senior brother."

He said…

Wang Xiaomo pressed his lips to Gu Xingzhuo's side, a wicked and mocking sneer rising in his eyes.

"He really likes the way I am in bed."

……

……

Thousand Ghost Forest.

A silver-haired girl dressed as a maid stood bewildered on the muddy ground, with a familiar dense forest beside her.

She remembers this place, or rather... she will never forget it in her lifetime.