As soon as she finished speaking, Mu Yunjin’s right eyelid twitched again. This sudden wave of discomfort gave her an overwhelming sense of unease.

Just then, accompanied by an explosive sound, fierce winds whipped up around them, stirring massive clouds of sand…

Chu Li instinctively embraced Mu Yunjin, raising his hand to shield her eyes from the blowing sand.

Squinting as he looked around, Chu Li’s brow suddenly furrowed. He held Mu Yunjin tightly and leapt away from their position.

The moment they left the ground, arrows wreathed in flames shot toward them from all directions, their speed so swift it seemed intent on annihilating them, leaving no chance for escape.

“Bang bang bang…”

Following a series of explosions, surrounding rocks were blasted away, and even large trees toppled to the ground one after another.

This sudden terrifying power left both Chu Li and Mu Yunjin somewhat astonished.

In just a brief moment, the dust and sand gradually dispersed.

…

…

When everything returned to calm, Cold Falcon, who had previously been confined, had vanished…

The ground still retained traces of scattered bloodstains.

“Damn it, I never expected Cold Falcon to have such a powerful ally!” Mu Yunjin gritted her teeth, looking around. They were currently in an open area. How incredibly skilled must this person be to silently take Cold Falcon away in such a short time and escape so quickly?

Chu Li’s expression was equally grim, his thin lips pressed tightly together as he frowned and said, “You go meet up with Minister An and the others first. This Prince will go after Cold Falcon.”

“You…” Mu Yunjin looked at Chu Li, slightly hesitant.

Chu Li placed his hand on Mu Yunjin’s shoulder, his tone gentle, “With Mo Qilin and me together, nothing will happen.”

Mu Yunjin glanced at the brilliantly glowing Mo Qilin nearby and nodded slightly.

Then, Chu Li leapt away, flying quickly with Mo Qilin in a particular direction.

Mu Yunjin stood in place for a moment, took a deep breath, and headed back toward the entrance of Fengyue Cliff.

After Mu Yunjin’s figure disappeared, two silhouettes emerged from a nearby mountain crevice—Chu Qing and Rong Min.

Chu Qing had noticed Rong Min entering Fengyue Cliff during the chaos with Daoist Qiuye and Wind Immortal Daoist. He and Rong Min had taken advantage of the disorder to leave that troublesome place, finally tracking Mu Yunjin and Chu Li’s location by their aura.

They had witnessed the entire previous scene.

“Was that arranged by you?” Rong Min looked at Chu Qing, his voice uncertain.

Chu Qing smiled lightly, “Naturally. This Prince went to great lengths to find this great master.”

“Who?” Rong Min showed a trace of surprise.

“The former head of the Fenghua Sect, Feng Cang,” Chu Qing said casually.

Hearing this, Rong Min was utterly astonished, his voice filled with disbelief, “Truly Feng Cang? Wasn’t he said to have died many years ago? How did you find him?”

“Heaven rewards those who are determined. This Prince spent two months searching for this old master, then knelt at his doorstep for over half a month before finally gaining an audience. Only then did I persuade him to come out of seclusion and help me accomplish my great enterprise.” Chu Qing laughed softly.

“So that’s it. How interesting—this Feng Cang was once Murong Rusu’s husband, and also the master of Black Robe, Wind Immortal, and the others. His skills are certainly not to be underestimated.” Rong Min also began to laugh, suddenly understanding why Chu Qing was so confident in this venture.

Chu Qing smiled lightly, “Didn’t you see clearly what just happened? How many people in this world could silently take someone away right under Chu Li and Mu Yunjin’s noses?”

“Feng Cang has been hidden in the mountains for so many years, detached from worldly affairs. If I hadn’t provoked him with the affair between Murong Rusu and Wind Immortal, he might not have helped me. His willingness to come out of seclusion is probably because he can’t swallow this anger and wants to contend with Wind Immortal and Murong Rusu.

“And this confrontation can be perfectly exploited by me…” Chu Qing explained his plan in detail to Rong Min.

Rong Min almost wanted to applaud Chu Qing in admiration.

After a pause, he frowned again, “When Mu Yunjin left just now, that Divine Phoenix wasn’t by her side. Could it be hidden somewhere again?”

Hearing this, Chu Qing’s eyes darkened slightly, “Perhaps.”

“The Divine Token is in Mu Yunjin’s hands, and the Divine Phoenix is with her as well. Should we…” Rong Min’s face revealed a hint of murderous intent.

Chu Qing looked at the sky—there was still some time before nightfall, and the time to activate the Divine Token would be at dawn. He still had some time.

“Let’s go watch the show first,” Chu Qing waved his folding fan, walking unhurriedly in the direction Mu Yunjin had gone.

…

Murong Rusu arrived at the Tiansheng Continent at the last moment.

But as soon as she set foot in the Tiansheng Continent, she saw Wind Immortal Daoist lying on the ground, his face deathly pale, a dagger piercing his heart—a horrifying sight.

Seeing this scene, Murong Rusu’s pupils contracted sharply, the sturdy walls of her heart collapsing in an instant…

But she still steadied her emotions, walking slowly toward Wind Immortal Daoist. Just as she approached, before she could say a word to him, his hand slowly fell, and he closed his eyes…

At this moment, Murong Rusu stood still, motionless.

“Wuwuwu, Elder Wind Immortal, wake up…” Qiqi cried out loudly, shaking Wind Immortal Daoist’s arm, but there was no response.

Those watching couldn’t help wiping away tears.

Even Minister An, a man over fifty who had seen much of life and death, had reddened eyes at this moment.

Wind Immortal, you who seemed more carefree and unfettered than anyone else, in the end, you were still defeated by an obsession.

“Grandma…” Yuer was the first to notice Murong Rusu’s arrival. She ran over crying, hugging Murong Rusu’s waist. “Grandma, do you have any life-saving medicine? Please save Grandpa Wind Immortal!”

Murong Rusu gently stroked Yuer’s head without speaking.

Minister An glanced at Murong Rusu standing behind him, his gaze complex, not knowing what to say to her.

Murong Rusu walked forward two steps and reached out her hand, “Give him to me. I will bury him.”

“This…” Minister An’s eyes showed hesitation.

“With his personality, he probably wouldn’t want Mu Yunjin to see this scene, nor would he want to stay in this unfamiliar place. Let me take him away.” Murong Rusu opened her mouth, her gaze calmly meeting Minister An’s.

Minister An sighed. Although they had all prepared for the worst on this journey, they were ultimately unwilling to see anyone leave. But things had come to this point, and nothing could be done.

“Take him away,” Minister An said.

Murong Rusu nodded, bending down. Before her fingertips could touch Wind Immortal Daoist, Minister An spoke again, “If you’re willing, after erecting a tombstone for him, tell him why you were unwilling to be with him in this life.”

Murong Rusu’s fingers suddenly trembled.

The atmosphere around them darkened again.

“Let me help carry Elder Wind Immortal out,” Feng Che, who had hardly spoken, stepped forward, bent down, and picked up Wind Immortal Daoist, walking toward the entrance of Fengyue Cliff.

Murong Rusu said nothing, leaning on her cane and following Feng Che’s footsteps.

As she turned away, she who had always kept her emotions hidden, for the first time couldn’t help but weep like rain.

It wasn’t that she was unwilling to marry him—it was that she wasn’t worthy of him!

…

After Murong Rusu’s figure disappeared from the Tiansheng Continent, Shen Wanning, who was clutching her stomach in excruciating pain, suddenly remembered something.

“Murong Rusu, come back! It must be you who planted this poisonous insect in me, making my abdomen feel like it’s being cut by knives…” Shen Wanning sat on the ground, covered in cold sweat, already in too much pain to fight back.

Beside her, Black Robe was barely standing, but the pain in his lower abdomen was unbearable.

Hearing Shen Wanning’s words, he turned to her in surprise, his face showing anger.

“Aunt Shen, who told you to trick Grandma by saying you were her daughter? Grandma is just teaching you a lesson!” Yuer, with tears still on her face, heard Shen Wanning speak and wrinkled her little face, glaring at Shen Wanning in displeasure.

“This…” Shen Wanning, hearing that it was indeed related to Murong Rusu, was about to curse but held back her emotions, putting on a smile, “Good Yuer, do you have the antidote?”

Jiang Qingxue grabbed Yuer, pulling her back, glaring at Shen Wanning, “Shen Wanning, you’ve gone too far! At this critical moment, you still have the nerve to ask for an antidote?”

They had just lost Wind Immortal Daoist, and now facing Black Robe and Shen Wanning, they naturally couldn’t show any good face.

“Uncle Old Ghost, why are you also in such pain? Grandma didn’t plant any poisonous insect in you!” Yuer suddenly looked at Black Robe.

Finally, she covered her mouth in surprise, “Could it be that you and Aunt Shen did shameful things? Grandma said she only planted the insect in Aunt Shen, but if she did shameful things with someone, that person would also be affected by the insect…”

“Ah…!”

Before Yuer could finish speaking, a scream rang out.

In front of them, Black Robe, after hearing Yuer’s words, was burning with rage. Despite his physical pain, he raised his foot and kicked Shen Wanning, flying.

Shen Wanning screamed, then vomited several mouthfuls of blood, feeling as if her liver and gallbladder had ruptured.

“Lan-ge…” Shen Wanning opened her mouth, unable to suppress a shiver.

“Incompetent and troublesome! Didn’t I warn you earlier to be careful when dealing with Murong Rusu? How could you be so careless!” Black Robe angrily exclaimed, his gaze so fierce it seemed he would tear Shen Wanning to pieces.

Qiuye was dead!

And now he was afflicted with this poison—how could he ever rise again? How could he take revenge? Damn it, everything was ruined by this woman’s hands!

Shen Wanning had never experienced such despair. So in this critical moment, this was how Feng Lan treated her…

She had practically risked her life accompanying him, all for the promise he had made that after everything settled down, he would give her a proper status.

But now, what was happening?

Was she hallucinating?

No, her Lan-ge wasn’t like this. Her Lan-ge was gentle and considerate to her, had said he loved her most in this life…

“Lan-ge… It’s my fault, don’t be angry with me, I was wrong!” Shen Wanning, thinking of Black Robe’s past kindness to her, felt a glimmer of hope rise in her heart.

Unexpectedly, Black Robe, upon hearing her voice, only felt more irritated. The double torment of body and mind made his face grow increasingly grim as he walked step by step toward Shen Wanning.

Gritting his teeth, he channeled his internal power to pull Shen Wanning’s body up from the ground, then reached out and gripped her neck, “Slut, die!”

“You, you want to kill me?” Shen Wanning’s body trembled, feeling the suffocation at her throat, hardly able to believe it.

Black Robe said nothing.

“Hahaha…”

Shen Wanning suddenly laughed desolately. In the depths of despair, she couldn’t even shed tears. Her gaze wandered, meeting Black Robe’s eyes—

“Feng Lan, it’s fine if I go first. After all, we’ll soon meet in the underworld…”