There are too many female protagonists with deceased husbands in the Qin Dynasty's Past Books.

As crimson butterflies fluttered in the air, Jiang Mo strode in with hurried steps. He seemed to sense something, raising his dark eyes to look at the crystal cell in the center of the prison.

His heart felt as if it were being gripped by an invisible hand, and his dark eyes trembled slightly.

A thousand thoughts churned within him, but only one sentence reached his lips:

"You've lost weight..."

Chapter 101 Enough looking, let's all hit the road.

Things are unpredictable.

The subordinates of the Blood-Clad Marquis who are here today have truly grasped this point.

When you think you're going to be buried alive in a natural disaster caused by an earthquake, you never expect to have the chance to see a face of unparalleled beauty.

And just when you think a great achievement has been delivered to your doorstep...

No one could have predicted the tragic end that awaited them.

At first, no one paid attention to the few Blood-Transforming Spirit Butterflies that fluttered in; the soldiers thought they were just agitated and flying around because of the earth dragon's upheaval.

Little did they expect that these were the culprits behind the entire cave's tremors.

The guards of Snow Robe Fortress showed no fear whatsoever towards the Blood-Transforming Spirit Butterfly Gu from Baiyue. Those who could guard such a secret place must have some knowledge of what their lord kept in the underground cave.

Many of them even participated in the conquest of the Baiyue people back then.

Not to mention, they all carry incense that can make these Blood-Transforming Spirit Butterflies stay away, so there's no need to worry about them suddenly attacking and hurting people.

Compared to the common blood butterflies, there are clearly more rare and spectacular sights here.

The ice crystal cage sitting among the crowd was specially made from the unique Frost Jade Marrow of Snowcloth Fortress. This material exudes a strong chill all year round, yet its texture is as transparent and clear as the finest crystal.

The cage built in this way should have an unobstructed view of its interior.

But inside this icy cage, an inescapable darkness perpetually shrouds the interior, with only faint ripples visible on the water.

There was no sign of that graceful figure.

If it weren't for the astonishing heat that occasionally emanated from the prison, the soldiers guarding the place would have been tempted to suspect that the imprisoned Baiyue demoness might have already escaped without anyone knowing.

There are rumors that the enchantress imprisoned in the cage possesses unparalleled beauty.

But over the years, no guard has ever had the chance to see her beautiful face. Even though the ice water in the cage has been changed a thousand times, the dark color has never faded.

Today, finally, bright sunshine shines through the thick layers of dark clouds.

At first, it was only when a veteran who had been stationed there for many years noticed the unusual shaking of the cave that he subconsciously glanced at the ice crystal prison that Blood-Clad Marquis had repeatedly warned him about.

What I was thinking was, what should I do if an earthquake really happened, this ice crystal prison?

It can withstand the force of a thousand pounds without breaking, but I wonder if this Frost Jade Marrow can withstand a natural disaster like an earth dragon turning over?

But once the old soldier looked at him, he couldn't take his eyes off him.

As the ink faded, a figure resembling a mermaid from legend danced gracefully in the rippling water. Seemingly sensing something, the enchantress approached the edge of the ice crystal cage. Her jet-black hair, flowing freely in the water, bloomed like an ink lotus in the water, revealing a captivating face at the center of the flower.

Confined in the water, she naturally did not apply any makeup to her face.

Yet her skin remained fair and flawless, her lips naturally red without any makeup, and her light blue eyes, as they moved lightly, exuded endless charm.

The ink color in the water had not completely dissipated.

Only her face was visible; her graceful body remained hidden in the darkness, yet her radiant face had already captivated the old soldier who looked over.

Even through the helmet, you could hear the other person's increasingly heavy breathing.

The other guards around also quickly noticed the anomaly and subconsciously followed the veteran's gaze. They were all immediately restrained on the spot.

Duties and missions were all thrown to the back of their minds.

Only that stunningly beautiful face lingered in their hearts, impossible to forget.

Her fair, delicate hands gently pressed against the surface of the icy prison from the inside, and a hint of anxiety showed deep in her light blue eyes. Her exquisite figure swam restlessly in the water, as if trying to escape from this cage.

Her pitiful appearance is enough to make any man fall for her.

Subconsciously, many soldiers, blinded by greed, stepped toward the ice crystal cage, unable to bear keeping her imprisoned any longer.

But when they stepped on the white frost near the prison, a biting chill seeped into their bodies.

These subordinates of the Blood-Clad Marquis, whose resistance to the frost was far greater than that of ordinary people, stood frozen on the spot like ice sculptures, and their controlled thoughts finally cleared up.

Startled, he retreated in a panic.

A demoness, she truly is a demoness! She only glanced at them subconsciously, yet she managed to control their minds.

That's terrifying!!

Despite their inner terror, an irresistible desire still stirred within them, as if an irresistible, alluring voice whispered in their hearts:

This is a rare opportunity.

Are you really not going to admire that rare beauty any longer? Even if she's a femme fatale, what harm could it do to take another look?

This time, however, the group did not fall into the trap again.

Before triggering the Blood-Clad Marquis's contingency plan and being forcibly awakened by the biting cold once again, an unfamiliar voice echoed in the cave:

"Have you all seen enough?"

The subordinates of the Blood-Clad Marquis, who were struggling on the verge of falling, were shocked. When they finally managed to tear their gaze away from the ice crystal cage, they noticed a blurry figure stepping into this secret prison.

He was surrounded by countless blood-transforming spirit butterflies, as if he were riding on surging, endless waves of blood.

What are the guards outside doing?

They actually let them in like that!

Many of Blood-Clad Marquis's subordinates, suffering from insufficient blood oxygen supply, were visibly anxious. As this thought flashed through their minds, they shouted out:

"Who goes there?! How dare they trespass into the Blood-Clad Marquis's residence!"

Jiang Mo ignored the crowd and told them to stop staring, but his gaze never left the icy cage.

Their eyes naturally held the joy of reunion.

But more than anything, he was confused and nervous, as if he had returned to his hometown and seen a figure that resembled the white moonlight in his memory.

I wanted to go forward, but I was afraid of mistaking someone for someone else.

Jiang Mo was naturally not worried that he had mistaken Yan Lingji for someone else. Even though her appearance was exactly the same as the one in his memory, it did not mean that she was the childhood sweetheart in his memory.

In the end, his Yan'er will be free from all constraints.

With the vast sky and boundless sea, one can go anywhere.

How could it be like in the original story, where he was imprisoned alone in the water and suffered inhuman torture?

She is Yan Ling Ji.

Is it really his own Yan Ling Ji?

Even though he had already come this far, a feeling akin to "the closer one gets to home, the more timid one becomes" surged within Jiang Mo, making him dare not take even half a step further.

They were afraid of seeing anything about the other person that didn't match their memories.

However, the Blood-Clad Marquis's subordinates were no fools. Despite being extremely surprised at how Jiang Mo had infiltrated this place, they still rushed forward without hesitation to capture him.

The heavy footsteps approached as they charged.

The sound of crossbow bolts piercing the air could be heard.

Jiang Mo, who was slightly dazed, was startled awake. He nimbly dodged the incoming crossbow bolts and raised his still bleeding hand to wave at the soldiers.

A cold sound echoed through the cave:

"Send them on their way."

Chapter 102 Ice Crystals Crack, Cage Shatters

The crimson tide began to stir.

Bai Yifei is clearly quite knowledgeable about witchcraft. In the original anime, he used the Hua Ku Gu, which even Tian Ze couldn't handle, to control this prince of a fallen kingdom, a homeless dog.

The previous encounter in the dungeon made Jiang Mo realize even more.

A sense of loss of control that feels familiar.

The inhumanly cold aura emanating from the other party, and the habit of regularly consuming the blood of young girls, are probably the result of a mutation similar to that of a natal Gu.

Moreover, it was at a critical stage.

Bai Yifei wasn't in Xinzheng, and Jiang Mo wasn't currently focused on his unusual behavior. However, the other party's expertise in witchcraft was now on full display.

As the soldiers of Snowcloth Fortress approached, the Blood-Transforming Spirit Butterflies that had been swarming around Jiang Mo like a tidal wave did not mercilessly engulf them. Instead, amidst the commotion, they showed signs of quieting down and slowly retreating.

It's like a snake encountering realgar.

Driven by a physiological aversion, they suppressed their thirst for blood, thinking only of getting away from those cold, hard metal cans in front of them.

No wonder the soldiers didn't panic when they saw the surging Blood-Transforming Spirit Butterflies.

The Blood-Clad Marquis's methods are indeed extraordinary.

Unfortunately, my knowledge of witchcraft far surpasses yours!

With a sigh to himself, Jiang Mo raised his hand, and the blood seeping from his palm began to emit a faint scarlet glow in the dark cave.

It resonated with the spiritual light surging around the Blood Transformation Spirit Butterfly.

How to control the retreat behavior of Gu worms caused by their instinctive aversion? It's simple, just inject them with the frenzy of moths to a flame.

Jiang Mo's blood contains the support of Yan Ling.

In the Nine Nether Demon state activated by the Devouring Void Life-Transforming Gu, his blood contains even more power from the Nine Nether Beasts, enough to drive the Blood Transforming Spirit Butterfly completely mad.

Like an endless, crimson wave, it roared in from the darkness.

Let alone the soldiers Bai Yifei had taken in, even if he himself were here, he probably wouldn't be able to continue controlling these Blood-Transforming Spirit Butterflies that he had raised.

A dozen or so elite soldiers under the command of Blood-Clad Marquis.

Fully armed, with powerful crossbows and strong armor.