The Purple Song Sage let out a mocking laugh, his dark eyes shimmering with light as he calmly observed Yun Qingxue’s situation. “I know you’re worried about her,” he said coolly, “but don’t forget—sparing the rod spoils the child! Can you protect her for a lifetime? Even if you could, could you guarantee absolute safety? If you truly want what’s best for her, then both of you must let go! Don’t rush to her aid at the slightest sign of trouble! If you solve every problem for her and shield her from every danger, she’ll never have the chance to grow!”
“If you keep sheltering her under your wings until she becomes nothing but a delicate flower that only knows how to depend on others, what will happen if one day you’re not by her side and she faces danger? She’ll be doomed!”
As the dark mist began to envelop Yun Qingxue, slowly closing in, Jin Lin’s forehead faintly revealed bulging veins. “But right now—”
“But what?!” the Purple Song Sage interrupted sharply. “The three of us are right here. If she truly can’t hold on, I will naturally intervene. But until the very last moment, neither of you is allowed to move a muscle!”
With that, he shot a particularly warning glance at Mo Changxing. “If either of you steps in before the final moment, all three of you will leave my Luoyun Mountain immediately! If I can’t control you, then I won’t teach you!”
Mo Changxing clenched his fists tightly beneath his sleeves, suppressing the overwhelming urge to rush to Yun Qingxue’s rescue. He knew the Purple Song Sage wasn’t joking—if he insisted on helping her, the Sage would truly expel them all from Luoyun Mountain.
Yun Qingxue was surrounded by the dark mist controlled by Yun Sisi. Wherever the mist passed, plants withered and died.
One after another, vines summoned by Yun Qingxue lashed out, dispersing the mist. But the scattered mist quickly reformed, while her vines were corroded into ashes.
“Ha! You wretch!” Yun Sisi’s voice echoed through the thick mist, dripping with malice. “If you kneel and beg for mercy now, I might just spare your miserable life!”
Yun Qingxue curled her lips into a faint smile. “The outcome isn’t decided yet. Boasting too soon will only make you a laughingstock!”
“Is that so?” Yun Sisi’s voice turned icy, like a vengeful ghost from hell. “Then die!” She intensified the mist, forcing it to close in faster. She would reduce this wretch to ashes with her corrosive demonic fog—leaving no trace behind, so even Changxing couldn’t hold her accountable!
As the mist drew nearer, Yun Qingxue’s expression grew graver. She used her vines to slow its advance, buying herself time to devise a countermeasure.
Just as the mist was about to swallow her, she suddenly stopped summoning vines. Standing still, the wind tousled her ink-black hair and fluttered her sleeves. Moonlight bathed her face, casting a luminous glow on her flawless skin.
With no more obstacles, the mist surged toward her—yet she remained motionless. Under the moonlight, she looked like an ethereal fairy about to ascend to the heavens, breathtakingly beautiful and untouchable.
Her beauty only fueled the flames of madness in Yun Sisi’s eyes. “Has this wretch given up?!” she thought gleefully. “Perfect! Today, she’ll vanish without a trace!”
“Mistress!!!” A heart-wrenching scream pierced the night as Daise watched the corrosive mist completely engulf her mistress. The outcome seemed inevitable.
“You’re next!” Yun Sisi’s venomous voice rang out from the mist. Having disposed of one, she wouldn’t allow any loose ends—this servant had to die too! Anyone who dared compete for Changxing’s affection would perish!
“AHHH—!” A shrill scream suddenly tore through the mist. The cocoon-like fog exploded violently, scattering in all directions. A figure was flung out, crashing heavily onto the ground.
The night wind howled fiercely, its source none other than Yun Qingxue, who had just been trapped within the mist.
Countless wind blades erupted from her, slicing outward in all directions.
“Brilliant!” The Purple Song Sage, who had been observing, suddenly laughed in approval. He turned to Mo Changxing and Jin Lin. “Now do you see? That girl planned from the start to use wind magic to counter the mist. She used vines earlier to lull the enemy into thinking she was at her limit—while secretly gathering strength for this decisive strike! The wind dispersed the dark fog!”
The tension in Mo Changxing and Jin Lin eased, and faint smiles touched their lips. Even though Yun Qingxue had once been known as the fool of Xuanling Continent with no cultivation foundation, her bloodline ensured that once she set her mind to improvement, her extraordinary talent would shine through.
“Pfft—!” Yun Sisi spat a mouthful of blood. She had been certain of victory—until an unseen force blasted her out of the mist, leaving her severely injured.
Staggering to her feet, she glared in disbelief at the spot she had just occupied. The mist she had used to attack Yun Qingxue was now scattered by the wind, and the woman she thought was doomed now hovered gracefully in the air, her beauty untouched.
“Hmph! Not bad!” Yun Sisi wiped the blood from her lips, forcing herself upright despite the pain. Her eyes burned with resentment. How could she—a noble princess of the demon race, the trueborn daughter of the former Flower King Lan Xuechen—lose to some nameless woman?!
No! Impossible!
“You think dispelling my demonic mist means you’ve won?” Yun Sisi sneered, her voice dripping with malice. “I can summon as much as I want! Let’s see how many times you can counter it!”
As soon as she spoke, the mist Yun Qingxue had just dispersed began reforming from all directions.
But before it could fully coalesce, Yun Qingxue felt a searing pain—like thousands of ants gnawing at her bones.
It was the same agony she had experienced earlier when Mo Changxing helped her absorb spiritual energy—only worse. Her heart clenched violently, as if being crushed from within.
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