What happens when someone loses their beloved?

Their heart turns to ash, wishing they could follow them in death.

Living in a daze, not knowing what day or night it is.

Some people can never emerge from it their entire lives, wanting nothing more than to immediately end their remaining years, while others…

Inside the Liuguang Mirror, a flying sword was held against Miaoshe Shiqi’s neck. He knelt on the ground with no particular expression on his face, an evil smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

“Take you, for example. If Luo Ying died, you’d be in unbearable pain and unable to live on yourself, right?”

Qinghe didn’t refute. After being looked at gently by Luo Ying, his face remained dark, but his ears secretly turned red.

“Now look at that junior sister of yours, tsk tsk.” Miaoshe Shiqi’s mouth twitched. “You don’t need to worry too much. She won’t be affected for long. After all, even the Qing Gu can’t defeat time.”

If the Qing Gu was truly the world’s greatest curse, why did it disappear from the mortal realm?

If it were really that powerful, everyone would refine it. How could it possibly be lost to history? That curse insect posed no great threat to many cultivators. After all, how many truly devoted lovers were there? Cold-blooded and heartless cultivators were everywhere.

“I’m already dead, so the curse insect is gone too. Where would you find a method to break the curse? How can you break it when I’m dead? Don’t worry, with that disciple of yours, that junior sister, it won’t be long before she’s lively and energetic again.”

In this world, only time was the most ruthless. Beauty turns to white hair, youth to withered bones. It could reverse seas into mulberry fields, betray the vows of three lifetimes. In its presence, all emotions and love were ultimately nothing but illusory flowers in a mirror, a moon reflected in water.

Moreover, it was her.

“Just watch and see what she’ll do,” Miaoshe Shiqi said calmly, though within that calm, there seemed to be hidden a bit of expectation and unwillingness.

Reality delivered him a crushing blow.

Su Zhuyi locked herself away on Luoxue Peak for three days. She sat motionless on her bed for three days, her gaze vacant, her heart feeling empty.

Little Skull had grown quite large, but he curled into a ball sitting on the doorstep, with the big yellow dog lying by his feet.

He didn’t know what was wrong with big sister, so he could only keep her company at the door.

He felt he would sit for a very long time, probably turning into a big stone.

Unexpectedly, on the morning of the third day, the door opened. Big sister emerged from the room wearing a red dress. She kicked his bottom with her foot. “What are you doing blocking the doorway? How’s your sword practice coming along?”

“Big sister, you came out! Are you feeling better?” Wu’er asked nervously.

“Very well,” Su Zhuyi grinned. “After sitting in a daze for three days, I seem to have gotten thinner. My chin is more pointed. Do I look haggard? Do I have that delicate, wind-blown willow appearance?”

She casually took out a mirror, tilted her face left and right at her reflection, and smiled with satisfaction.

Qinghe and Luo Ying, in the mirror, looked at each other, speechless.

For some reason, Qin Jianglan had left the Liuguang Mirror behind.

Leaving it behind was understandable. After all, the Liuguang Mirror controlled the mortal realm’s Path of Reincarnation, so staying in the mortal world was reasonable. What was difficult to understand was why Qin Jianglan had left the Liuguang Mirror in Su Zhuyi’s hands.

Su Zhuyi wasn’t the Liuguang Mirror’s master. She couldn’t control it either. Holding it in her hands, she could only talk with them and use the Liuguang Mirror as an ordinary mirror.

Perhaps he just wanted them to stay by her side?

“You plan to use the Liuguang Mirror as an ordinary mirror?”

When Su Zhuyi looked in the mirror, no matter what they were doing, her face would appear before their eyes. He had just stolen a kiss from his master when Su Zhuyi’s face popped up. This feeling…

Qinghe felt somewhat annoyed.

If not for thinking she was in a bad mood, Qinghe wouldn’t be speaking to her so gently.

He wanted to beat her up.

“This is a divine artifact,” Su Zhuyi snorted coldly. “It definitely can’t be used just as a mirror.”

“You’re not the Liuguang Mirror’s master, so you can’t operate it,” Luo Ying said. No one could operate it. They just lived inside the Liuguang Mirror, presiding over the Path of Reincarnation. The Heavenly Dao rules within the Path of Reincarnation had already formed. They couldn’t operate this mirror either—they could only each do their assigned duties.

“If I can’t operate it, I can still use it as a brick to smash people,” Su Zhuyi said, casually tossing it. The Liuguang Mirror was thrown out, and when it hit the ground, a large pit silently appeared in the earth. Su Zhuyi giggled twice. “See how powerful that is.”

She stood at the doorway for a while, then took out her flying sword and gestured with it for a bit, then said, “Now that I don’t need to worry about this old life, I feel somewhat bored. I still need to find a goal.”

“What does big sister want to do?” Wu’er placed both fists by his cheeks, asking innocently.

“Punch through the four seas and eight wildernesses, trample both righteous and demonic paths underfoot. I want to become the world’s number one sword!” She swept her long sword forward. At this moment, Su Zhuyi stood in the ice and snow wearing red robes, her garments dancing and fluttering in the wind with rustling sounds—truly majestic and heroic.

“So?”

So I’ll go stir up trouble, starting with challenging the Yunxiao Sect. What do you think?

“It’s just that my current strength seems a bit lacking. After all, I have no backing now. If I compare my sword dao with those old monsters from Yunxiao Sect…” She tapped her chin with her finger. “I estimate I’m still a bit short. If worst comes to worst, I’ll just smash them with the mirror.”

She shouldered her sword, planning to challenge the great sects of the world. Little did she know that before she could even leave Luoxue Peak, a disciple hurried over and knelt before her, saying, “Senior Sister, Acting Sect Leader, something terrible has happened.”

Elder Yi had already handed over the Gujian Sect’s leadership token to Su Zhuyi, so if major matters arose, Su Zhuyi needed to make decisions. After receiving the token, she had gone to Quicksand River and hadn’t yet exercised her sect leader authority. Seeing a disciple come to report now, her eyes immediately lit up.

Not with worry, but with excitement.

What terrible thing?

No matter what it was, roll up your sleeves and get to work!

Back in the day, she had also had a small Demonic Path faction with just a few thousand subordinates under her command. Now she had tens of thousands of Gujian Sect disciples listening to her orders. Just thinking about it made her blood boil with excitement.

However, she needed to be reserved and composed.

Su Zhuyi took a deep breath, revealing an unfathomably profound smile on her face. “Song Shangzhi, what happened? Why are you so flustered? What kind of behavior is this?”

“Our disciples who went out for training heard bad rumors outside.” Song Shangzhi didn’t dare raise his head, speaking nervously.

“What matter?” Su Zhuyi still wore a smile on her face, but her eyes seemed to have two small flames burning in them.

Wu’er, who was following behind her, also tiptoed over. The current Wu’er was incomparable to previous years—he was quite large now and would make sounds when stepping on snow. So, although he maintained a walking posture, his feet were an inch off the ground. Yet he wasn’t directly floating, but rather maintaining a sneaking posture. Song Shangzhi had been keeping his head down when he suddenly felt the light dim. When he looked up abruptly, he saw Wu’er suddenly appear in front of him, startling him so badly that his face went white and his voice trembled.

He suddenly felt that the previous Little Skull was cuter—crystal-clear jade-white bones, round eye sockets, and those little green flames…

He thought silently in his heart.

“I’m asking you a question,” Su Zhuyi said dissatisfiedly.

“Now everyone outside is saying, saying, saying that our Gujian Sect’s Luoxue Peak cultivates the demonic path.”

“The Gujian Sect colluded with the Demonic Path!”

“Also, also, three days ago, you killed that only witness, the sole survivor of the Changning Village massacre. Only she transmitted the scene of you killing her before she died, saying you were silencing witnesses!”

“Qin Chuan from Yunxiao Sect also came from Changning Village. I heard that chivalrous warriors have already gone to Yunxiao Sect to seek verification from him.” After saying this all in one breath, Song Shangzhi looked at Su Zhuyi with an uneasy expression, appearing rather panicked.

He originally didn’t believe it, but now it was spreading everywhere outside, and even the scene of that woman’s death had been made into memory stones that could be bought for just one spirit stone. He had seen that woman covered in blood, split in two by the Sword Ancestor’s single strike.

The Sword Ancestor in that scene…

Expressionless, with cold eyes, walking forward step by step like a killing god.

Just recalling the scene recorded in that stone made Song Shangzhi feel chilled to the bone, his legs shaking.

“So what did you do?”

“Do you think it’s true?” Su Zhuyi sneered coldly. “If you think it’s true, why are you running to me? Are you stupid?”

Song Shangzhi immediately straightened his back. “Absolutely not true! Someone must be jealous of our success and deliberately slandering us!”

“So what did you do?” Su Zhuyi repeated the same words a second time.

Song Shangzhi hurriedly said, “I immediately came back to report to you!”

“Foolish!” Su Zhuyi scoffed.

“Please instruct me, Acting Sect Leader.” Song Shangzhi looked devout.

He didn’t know who was pulling strings behind the scenes, but now this news was spreading among both mortals and cultivators, damaging the Gujian Sect’s reputation. Song Shangzhi had traveled day and night to return after hearing the news, hoping the sect could quickly take action to restore its reputation.

“Our Gujian Sect conducts itself uprightly and stands straight, taking slaying demons and eliminating evil as our duty. How could we collude with demonic cultivators?” he thought. As for the Sword Ancestor at that time…

Song Shangzhi closed his eyes slightly, only to see a cold light appear before him. That sword gleam passed by his eyelashes, startling him into trembling.

He watched helplessly as some of his eyelashes were cut off and fell onto the snow, particularly conspicuous.

“My long and curled eyelashes…”

“Whoever dares speak ill of my sect in front of me, I’ll beat them up!” Su Zhuyi sheathed her sword, speaking coldly.

She had originally wanted to say “I’ll kill them,” but seeing Song Shangzhi cowering like a little quail, she changed one word to avoid scaring him. Su Zhuyi glanced at him and said, “Since they say we colluded with the Demonic Path, then we’ll go eliminate demons and defend the righteous path.”

“Ah?”

“We’ll use the Xueluo Sect as our target!” Originally, she had planned to challenge the righteous path, but now she had to change her target.

Qingxia: “I’m not a blade.”

Hehe…