Volume One, Chapter 33: The Mu Family in Distress

Snow-capped peaks.
A world draped in silver.
This was an endless mountain range, currently caught in the midst of a heavy blizzard.
A streak of sword light pierced the void, descending silently onto a mountain peak.
Two groups stood on opposing snowy summits, locked in a standoff.
All around, on every desolate snowy mountain, Sword Spirit Masters stood guard, a multitude of experts sealing off the four directions.
Meng Youran, who had been quite excited earlier, now wore a look of utter grievance; had she known, she wouldn't have come, as it was far better than watching those two eyesores flaunt their affection.
Seeing his attacks failing repeatedly while his opponent still had the leisure to chuckle, the Black Hawk was furious, yet he began to take this rival seriously.
"There really is some fresh news." Chen Liben was born with a naturally treacherous look, but the Emperor felt that displaying cunning on one's face was not necessarily a bad thing—it was certainly better than being a hypocrite like Jia Sidao.
Even if he were to announce with great fanfare to the Underworld that the Demon Monarch Phantom had come to visit, Hell City might not be able to spare the manpower to welcome him.
"Our house has become a dog kennel," Bai Lingge said, hands on her hips, expressing her helplessness.
This great transformation beast had inadvertently knocked over a crowd of people just by folding its wings; the Undead Knights were stunned by the monster's sudden arrival, and Widodo was left speechless, unable to issue a command.
The lantern was placed in the southeast corner of the tomb chamber, and silence fell for three seconds. Fatty He opened his eyes, saw the light was still burning, grinned, and looked up. "I told you, it's fine. Come, come, help me pry open the coffin lid." He clapped his hands and walked to the crystal coffin, but when he lifted his hands, the lid didn't budge at all.
Having learned his lesson, Wang Hou dared not be careless. With his mind racing, he flicked his left finger, sealing Doctor Zhao's Dantian acupoint with a gust of fingertip wind. Doctor Zhao let out a muffled groan and knelt before Wang Hou.
Muyue's anxiety was plain to see. With Chenxing trapped and suffering in the Rebirth Hall, he truly could not remain calm for a single moment. To him, Chenxing was his closest kin, more important than his own life.
Mu Xichen took a deep breath, his legs went limp, and with a thud, he knelt heavily on the ground. His eyes closed slightly, and the breath he exhaled seemed to tell them that the price for that miraculous transformation was equally severe.
Damn it, I refuse to believe I can't kill you. I’ll burn your blood to ash, and let’s see if you can regenerate then!
Qin Muyang's cold voice interrupted her movements. Lianxiang acknowledged him and headed toward the door, feeling a hollow ache in her heart.
I still drank the entire glass of white spirits, and suddenly, I felt a churning, nauseating upheaval in my stomach. I was certain I was going to vomit.
He understood: if Grand Tutor Shi Tiangong had decided to kill him, then this grand hall, the Imperial Palace, and even the entire capital city must have been heavily fortified! Although he had deployed elite troops outside the city, they were like water from afar that could not quench an immediate thirst! The chances of escaping were slim.
Finally, Xue Xue leaned against his chest, her face flushed as she gasped for breath. Ji Wuqing, however, licked his lips without changing his expression, though his ears were stained with the color of the morning glow—red, though sadly, Xue Xue would never have the chance to see it.
Huo Guang nodded, pondering to himself: since he was not in the manor, the only person Chunyu Shang could have sought was Huo Xian. He summoned the steward to ask, "Has the Lady met with anyone today?" Usually, Huo Guang would never inquire about whom Huo Xian met, so the old steward was startled, but after his surprise, he answered truthfully.
"Go to hell..." Just then, the bald man, who had been taking a beating all along, found some unknown strength. He pushed Old Bian away, knocking him off his body, and delivered a heavy kick straight to his stomach.
"Damn it, I don't believe in bad luck. How can I not find you in such a famous place?" I muttered to myself in frustration.
The road of drifting in the north is not yet finished, and there will be more and more people embarking on this path. Whether for a dream or, like me, simply to follow someone, once you arrive, you must sit at Fragrant Hill, listen to the purest folk songs at the back street bars, chance upon someone in Sanlitun, and see the Chairman Mao Memorial Hall at the Forbidden City.