"Up, Prince Yin has been killed by these assassins, you must avenge Prince Yin."
As Mu Rong Ru Yin's words fell, the officers dared not step forward, but which of Prince Changsun Yin's personal guards did not wish to avenge their master? They had already flown up, their figures flashing by, and Mo Chou and Qing Yao met them.
With a flick of the Phoenix Tail Qin, a powerful internal force swept out, its might overwhelming, pushing back the row of approaching guards three meters away. Qing Yao's brows suddenly tightened, and her hands moved to the Phoenix Tail Qin.
An elegant, water-like zither melody began, and everyone felt a warm current flow through their hearts.
They were all immersed in a world of birdsong and fragrant flowers. The sky was blue, the clouds white, flowers and grasses vied for beauty, exceptionally enchanting. Mountains rose and fell, white waterfalls cascaded down, water splashing, like strings of crystal bead curtains, tinkling and melodious. In such a beautiful world, everyone felt a drowsy sensation, as if a gentle voice was softly calling them, "Sleep, sleep, sleep soundly."
Shangguan Hao, while fighting Yin Xuan, also had to attend to the officers. Upon hearing the woman's enchanting and seductive zither music, he consolidated his dan tian and let out a thunderous roar.
"Don't fall for it, this is a demonic zither!"
As his voice fell, it resonated like heavy blows on a drum, humming and buzzing. Many people emerged from the illusion, their faces full of shock. Everyone seemed to have weak legs and felt powerless.
Seeing that those people had regained their senses, Qing Yao immediately increased the strength of her fingers. The zither music rippled outwards in layers, circle after circle. Those with weaker internal forces could no longer bear it, covering their chests and crouching on the ground, writhing in pain.
Mu Rong Ru Yin looked around, her face ashen. She had not expected Mu Qing Yao to be so formidable.
She hadn't believed it when she heard it from others last time, thinking that at most, she was protected by powerful men. To think she was so powerful herself.
However, seeing the people around her fall one by one, she cried out in panic, "Get up quickly, get up!"
She herself did not know martial arts, so she was not controlled by the demonic zither, nor could she understand the agonizing torment the others were enduring.
On one side, Shangguan Hao fought with Yin Xuan, gradually falling into a disadvantage and becoming strained. If the fight continued, he feared he would not escape death. Moreover, Prince Changsun Yin was already dead, and staying here would be futile. Making up his mind, he feigned a move, and as Yin Xuan retreated, he spread his body, flying away like a roc spreading its wings.
His few subordinates who were still alive followed their master in retreat.
The vast Prince Yin's mansion was left with a large number of officers. Mu Rong Ru Yin, seeing the unfavorable situation, quietly retreated and slipped away.
Leaderless, the officers were either dead or had retreated, their ranks in disarray. Who dared to stop them? Qing Yao and Yin Xuan walked forward, playing their zither music. Raising her tranquil eyes to the sky, the moonlight was thick, and her heart was filled with endless sorrow. Why had Wuqing not appeared?
As soon as this thought crossed her mind, the sound of a zither came from afar, growing louder and louder, and in an instant, it reached them.
In just a moment, Qing Yao was stunned.
Wuqing, as beautiful as a celestial being, had completely white hair, his eyes were crimson, and his entire being was haggard. He stood far away from the officers, looking at her, saying nothing, but his heart was turbulent. His dark pupils were filled with radiance, and the corners of his lips curved into a watery smile.
With a swing of the Phoenix Tail Qin, a powerful wave of light swept out, instantly blocking the officers between them, who were then struck and sent flying out, with occasional thuds.
Under the cover of night, in front of the Prince Yin's mansion.
The two gazed at each other for a long time. After a good while, Qing Yao slowly spoke.
"Wuqing, what happened to you? What exactly happened?"
Although she knew that the white-haired flower thief was him, seeing his appearance for real made her heart feel like it couldn't breathe.
She was the last person who wanted to hurt him, yet in the end, she still hurt him. Qing Feng, behind him, stood far away, watching everything in silence, his eyes filled with hot tears.
So she was truly alright. Young Master was finally alright. He had been exhausted all this time. His legs went weak, and he sank to his knees.
Mo Chou saw him and, regardless of how much hardship he had endured, glared at him, wishing she could eat his flesh and drink his blood.
The night was very quiet. Wuqing's beautiful eyes were crystal clear. He gazed at her greedily and infatuatedly. So she was really alive. He saw it with his own eyes. Every cell in his body cried out, and joy filled his entire being.
The hardships he had endured all this time seemed worth it. He slowly opened his mouth.
"I'm fine. It's so good to see you."
Their eyes remained locked for a long time. Everyone else, all the flowers and trees, seemed unimportant.
Yin Xuan, who had been standing in the distance, felt a sharp pain in his eyes and a deep ache in his heart. But now was not the time to dwell on these matters. They had killed Prince Changsun Yin and should hurry out of the city, or who knew what might happen?
"Let's go, we're leaving the city."
Yin Xuan gave the order and led the way, flying swiftly. Qing Yao stepped forward to support Wuqing's wheelchair, following closely behind Yin Xuan. Mo Chou followed closely behind them. As Yin Xuan's subordinates left, they did not forget to help Qing Feng, taking him with them.
The group consisted of formidable martial artists, and they used their lightness skills, speeding through the streets. The night was deep, and the streets were deserted.
The wind blew, rustling withered branches and fallen leaves, scattering them everywhere.
An hour later, they arrived at the city gate. The gate was already closed. Yin Xuan signaled everyone to follow him and fly over the city wall from the other side. After they had all exited the city, they heard torches lighting up the streets inside, accompanied by noisy voices.
"Quick, you over there, me over here, hurry! Prince Yin was killed, we must catch the assassins, otherwise, we will surely be beheaded."
Someone was directing the officers in their search, while Qing Yao and her group had already left the city. However, they did not dare to be careless, continuing to use their lightness skills and galloping away. Only when the sky began to dawn did everyone stop.
Surrounding them were lush mountains, clear waters swaying in the breeze, and faint wisps of steam rising from the water, like misty heat. On the shore, the willows were slightly yellow, their countless threads hanging over the lake.
Only then did Qing Yao have the time to look at Wuqing seriously. His face was still stunningly beautiful, his eyes misty, the crimson in his dark pupils had disappeared, leaving only a dazed radiance.
The full head of white hair pricked her eyes like needles, making her unable to control herself from reaching out to touch it. The cloud-like hair slipped through her fingers like a handful of snow, bringing only bone-piercing heartache.
"How could this happen? How could this happen?"
Tears welled up in Qing Yao's eyes as she whispered, gazing at Wuqing blankly.