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Xuanbing has remained unfrozen for millennia, embodying the essence of heaven and earth. Does this legendary divine object truly exist? Xuanbing is no longer ice; it is impervious to blades and fire, and if forged into a weapon, it would be an unparalleled divine armament.
Xuanbing? Hibiscus lifted the corners of her lips but did not smile. As his mastery of the Xuanbing Divine Art deepened, his eyes grew increasingly cold, much like the eternal Xuanbing. This was his training ground, encased in ice; it was no longer winter, so how could there be frost? The ice bed beneath him was crafted from millennia-old Xuanbing, which varies by age—the longer it exists, the richer the essence of heaven and earth it contains.
Hibiscus stood up and walked toward the door of the ice chamber. As if recalling something, she turned back and chipped off a piece about the size of half a palm from the icy block that exuded cold air. This divine object, impervious to blades and fire, was taken by her bare hands. She tucked the Xuanbing into her bosom and walked out.
Misty Mountain had never been so bustling before; outside Misty Abode, patients were already lined up.
“Niuniu, put on your veil,” Old Zhang reminded as he watched Fengyin walk out.
“Grandpa, it's unnecessary; I'm not afraid.” Outside were all patients, and she would no longer need a veil in this lifetime. “You go take care of Seven Nights, and don’t let anyone discover him.”
The door of Misty Abode creaked open from within, revealing a white-haired woman stepping out. The martial artists waiting outside finally saw the legendary Goddess of Misty Mountain, the renowned beauty and healer.
Everyone was prepared to be amazed, yet when the door opened, they were still taken aback. It was said that there was a Goddess on Misty Mountain, whose beauty was unmatched in the world. Her appearance was indeed breathtaking, but she had white hair!
White hair, white clothes, white veil—an endless expanse of white.
She nodded her head and smiled lightly.
Why was her beauty so heart-wrenching at first glance?
“Esteemed heroes of the martial world, Misty Mountain offers free medical consultations without asking names or backgrounds; I only hope you do not disturb any grass or trees on the mountain. Additionally, there is a personal matter regarding Fengyin that requires Xuanbing to save someone. If any hero can part with it, I promise one condition: Xuanbing is essential; whatever condition it may be, I will agree.” After speaking, she moved to sit behind a nearby table. “The free consultation begins.”
The consultation had continued for three days without any sign of Xuanbing. Fengyin was not anxious; she found joy in this charitable endeavor.
“Fengyin, if we cannot find Xuanbing, then let’s stop the consultations,” Seven Nights lay weakly on the couch, clearly having been treated like a porcupine. “I don’t want you to tire yourself too much.”
Fengyin shook her head. Seven Nights sighed, “Why do you do so much for me?”
After pondering for a moment without an answer, Fengyin decided to step outside. Only Seven Nights remained in the room, sighing softly. Even if they truly found Xuanbing, he would never agree to any unreasonable demands made by others.
During these three days, everyone in the martial world spoke of the healer. Not only did she possess the genuine medical skills passed down from Yun Zhongzi, but how could she dare to hold free consultations without real ability? What everyone focused on was still the grace of the most beautiful woman in the martial world; those who came down from the mountain fell silent for a moment and simply said, “There is no first beauty in the martial world; there is only the Misty Mountain Goddess.
"Master, I want to go to Misty Mountain," Ji Yuyan could no longer hold back.
"Don't be anxious, Jin'er will go there on his own," Mu Yu seemed to understand his son well.
Sure enough, news spread from Misty Mountain that the free clinic was coming to an end, and Misty Mountain once again vanished into the mist.
By dusk, after treating the last patient,
"Misty Mountain is about to get foggy; everyone should hurry down the mountain."
The once bustling courtyard was now empty. At that moment, the garden gate creaked open, pushed by someone, and a figure in white appeared as if moved by an unseen wind.
He reappeared before her, walking towards her again, placing the Xuanbing on the table in front of her, then standing with his back to her. At this moment, Misty Mountain was once again shrouded in mist; the scene felt dreamlike and surreal.
Fengyin's lips moved slightly, wanting to say something but ultimately lowered her head in silence.
"Is this your way of receiving guests?" Hibiscus said coldly.
Perhaps it was the chilling mountain wind; Fengyin couldn't help but feel a shiver. "Please, Young Master." She picked up the Xuanbing from the table; its coldness reached her heart through her fingertips. She opened the door and invited Hibiscus into Misty Abode.
Once again placing the Xuanbing on the table, Fengyin's small face had turned pale; her icy hands could barely hold onto the teapot. The legendary Xuanbing was indeed so cold.
"Young Master, please have some tea." She brought the tea to him, but he pushed it away with his hand, causing the scalding tea to spill onto her cold hands.
Hibiscus stood by the window with his back to her. Only now did she dare to look up and see his black hair and silhouette. Then she knelt behind him, "Fengyin thanks you for your generosity; may I ask what you require?"
"What requirement? Will you agree to anything?" Hibiscus asked casually.
"In response to your words, yes."
"Are you so lowly? Just for a piece of Xuanbing you would promise anything? If today’s Xuanbing wasn’t brought by him, wouldn’t that mean she would have agreed to whatever others asked? Damn it."
"In response to your words, yes."
Hibiscus slowly turned around and squatted in front of her, his right hand resting on her delicate neck. "Then what if I want your life?"
Fengyin nodded slightly.
"I don't want your life; I only want you to please me," Hibiscus smiled mockingly at the kneeling Fengyin. "You refuse to be held in my palm and insist on lowering yourself to the dust."
"Shut up!" The newcomer was Seven Nights. Seeing that it was already dark and Fengyin had not come to administer acupuncture, fearing she was tired from her free clinic, he came out to look for her. He happened to overhear Hibiscus's words about wanting her to please him, which he could not tolerate.
Noticing the cold Xuanbing on the table, he understood everything that had happened here. "Take your Xuanbing away; I don't need it. I will not be wronged for her." He reached out to help Fengyin up but was lightly pushed away by her.
"Seven Night Demon Lord, how dare you show up?" Hibiscus laughed, realizing that this Xuanbing was actually meant to save another man.
"Young Master Mu, do you really lack women to please you?" Seven Nights said harshly. "The so-called Young Master Mu actually resorts to such despicable means to obtain a woman; isn't that ridiculous?"
In the blink of an eye, Hibiscus made a strange move and had already seized Seven Nights's vital point.
"Seven Nights, stop talking," Fengyin said seriously as she knelt before Hibiscus, stopping Seven Nights. "I am willing to write a contract of servitude, to be your servant, so please let Seven Nights go."
"What if I don't let him go?" Hibiscus raised an eyebrow.
"My lord, I apologize," Fengyin lifted her head, and as soon as she spoke, Hibiscus felt weak all over. Her shimmering eyes met his cold starry gaze, revealing a longing and shared sorrow.
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