The fierce flas burned through most of the sky, the thick winter clouds all evaporating and dissipating under the intense heat.
A person, bathed entirely in these fierce sacred flas, collided into Jiuyuan Mountain like a teor from the heavens.
The flas flowed back to the person’s forehead and dispersed; he had a naturally pale complexion, a scarlet fla imprint on his forehead, deep features, and looked as strikingly beautiful as a fire god.
He stood outside the grand entrance, and as the wind and snow fell upon him, they seed to avoid him in fear.
Xiao Ming quickly scanned the hall, finally fixing his gaze on Baili Yu, his expression turning solemn as he greeted, "Greetings, Sword Master."
Baili Yu looked at him with deep, black eyes but didn’t utter a word.
Yet no one knew that at this mont, his heart felt as if it were being gripped by an iron claw.
Seeing no response from him, Xiao Ming hesitated, seeming to ponder about offering an explanation.
Soon, he composed himself, speaking calmly with the tone of bearing official news, "By order of the Sect Master, I am here to inform you of an incident. The Young Master of the Taixian Sword Sect on Bai Tuo Mountain passed away this early morning at Nanze Mountain of the Taixuan Sect. As the Sword Master and his father, you are requested to proceed imdiately to send him off on his final journey."
The whole audience was dumbstruck into silence!
Baili Yu’s body shook violently, all color draining from his face, and his hands hanging by his sides suddenly clenched tightly.
His pitch-black eyes appeared lifeless, as if half his soul had died.
His slender body, taut and tense beneath his dark clothes, now showed signs of weathering and age on his once-clear and handso face.
Crack... crack... crack...
The sound of ice cracking subtly spread through the silent hall.
Xiao Ming glanced around, only to see the stunning bride in red, Hong Zhuang, emanating an intense cold, her standing spot spreading fearso frost.
How to describe the expression on her face at this mont?
That kind of hopeless pallor, aimless disorientation, Xiao Ming’s words like a cold, sharp knife rcilessly stabbing into her body and soul.
Shattering all her hopes.
Yin Baishuang stood blankly in place, her face completely vacant, without tears, but everyone saw through her pale features.
As if witnessing a girlish figure, shattered in despair and helplessness, hoarse and sobbing.
Yin Dufeng was also stunned, thinking how he’d finally let go of his prejudice to accept that kid, only to now hear that he was gone, just like that?
His gaze full of concern, he looked at his daughter and softly called, "Daugh... ter."
The blank emotion, triggered by this gentle call, felt like a taut string suddenly snapping.
She abruptly lifted her head, her eyes instantly turning red, a mournful and despairing purple glint flashing in her eyes.
The purple hue briefly appeared, yet showed signs of turning wicked.
The frost-covered sword above Zheng Siyan’s head resonated ceaselessly!
She slightly parted her lips, her voice hoarse and void, "Play a piece!"
Her slender jade arm raised, and beneath her long, cold jade-like fingers, a translucent white ga piece conjured out of nowhere. The piece appeared ordinary, indistinguishable from any chess piece laid by a folk chess master.
Yet with the appearance of this singular white piece, the whole audience collectively gasped, even Xiao Ming, who had just arrived at Jiuyuan Mountain, showed an astonished expression, looking at Yin Baishuang with changed eyes.
"Moqi Hall! Isn’t this the white piece from Moqi Hall? She actually comprehended a hidden hall?!" Soone exclaid in unparalleled shock.
Tianxi has a sword, Taixuan has scriptures, while Cangwu is the palace of hidden divine temples!
"Heavens, she is so young, rely sixteen this year, and has already comprehended a hidden treasure. This girl will surely not remain ordinary!"
"Cangwu having such a girl is indeed a blessing for all beings!"
Yin Baishuang didn’t heed the continuous praises coming from the audience.
To their group, in this era of flourishing Immortal Paths, the sudden rise of a world-shattering genius was far more captivating than the untily demise of an unknown youth.
She forcefully crushed the white piece, and in the next mont, she was already on Nanze Mountain, miles away.
"Roar!"
A dragon’s roar, echoing through heaven and earth, erupted.
The dragon ascended fiercely from the sword’s sheath.
Everyone saw Baili Yu exuding a fierce killing intent, controlling the sword while riding the dragon away.
The firmant he traversed was split open by a scarlet fierce sword qi, tearing across the sky.
The crowd exchanged looks for a mont, and finally, all eyes landed on the Ghost Sect leader and his father.
Thinking, today indeed turned from a joyous occasion to a funeral.
Perhaps from now on, there will be no more Ghost Sect Jiuyuan Mountain in the world?
The sky ruptured with a sword opening spanning thousands of miles, and in just the ti it takes for an incense stick to burn, Baili Yu had already arrived at the Taixuan Sect.
There was no sign of a funeral or mourning at the mountain, Xuan Sect disciples continued their cultivation and training as usual, everything seed as usual.
With a pale face, Baili Yu thought, this must be fake.
It must be Su Guanhai, filled with resentnt, who devised a malicious sche to disturb his mind.
It must be this way... it must be this way...
But the more he thought this way, the more anxious and restless Baili Yu felt.
Until he reached the grand hall of Taixuan Sect, seeing the enormous Purple Gold Coffin silently lying there, Baili Yu felt as if struck by lightning, unable to think any longer.
Su Guanhai and his wife stood by each side of the Purple Gold Coffin, heads deeply bowed, shadows cast upon their faces, concealing their emotions.
And in that enormous Purple Gold Coffin, Yin Baishuang, dressed in bridal red, her wedding attire like fire, hugged the corpse of a youth inside the coffin, eyes already desolate and lifeless.
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