Book Synopsis
Book Tags
Donation Rankings
Comment
0 Comments
You May Also Like
墨書 Inktalez
Turning his head, Night Star looked at the black-clad figure frozen in place, his cold expression unwavering. His tone was icy as he said, "Are you still not going to make a move? Do you want me to give you such punishment?"
The black-clad figure suddenly jolted, instantly springing up from the ground and leaping in front of the other. Raising the long sword in his hand, he wasted no time; with just four swift motions, the ground was soon littered with severed limbs.
The sounds of screams and curses filled the air. In a moment of desperation, the black-clad figure forcefully used the bloodied sword to slice a strip from his own dark clothing and stuffed it into the mouth of the other.
Immediately, the sharp cries vanished from the empty room, leaving only faint whimpers.
When he turned to look at the man who resembled a dark night demon, he had already disappeared into the shadows. He let out a long breath; it was terrifying. He had never seen such a master before and could hardly imagine what would have happened if he had been even a moment slower—would he have met the same fate as the person before him?
With lingering fear, he glanced at where the man had just stood and then at the two others beside him, both wearing expressions of horror and not daring to move an inch.
After leaving the dark room, a chilling wind suddenly blew towards him. In an instant, Night Star's imposing aura dissipated completely, as if that earlier version of himself had never existed.
His eyelids suddenly caught sight of a flower swaying in the wind. A gentle expression appeared on his cold face as his long fingers slowly brushed against the white Crabapple Blossom, and a delicate figure flashed through his mind.
The woman was full of charm; her features were distinct—sometimes playful, sometimes cute, sometimes domineering, and sometimes timid. Each of her different expressions brought a gentle smile to his lips as they appeared in his mind.
"Mo Xi'er, I miss you," he murmured softly while gazing at the distant darkness, filled with deep longing.
"Achoo..." Hundreds of miles away, the Young Woman sneezed forcefully.
The well-crafted wooden inn looked radiant; although it was just a small town, such an inn could be considered one of the finest in the entire Heavenly Universe Kingdom.
Indeed, the Heavenly Universe Kingdom is vast and rich!
In one of the rooms, Mo Xi'er’s phoenix-like eyes sparkled as she tightly hugged herself while looking out at the pouring rain. The heavy downpour showed no signs of stopping, and cold winds blew straight through the window.
Willow Brows lightly furrowed as she reached out to close one of the open windows, leaving only a gap through which the night view could be seen, though it was less about the scenery and more about the pouring rain.
She had not yet had the chance to put on her autumn clothes when the weather gradually turned to fall. She originally thought that a month’s journey would be enough to reach the place she longed for, but unexpectedly, this journey had stretched into many days, taking her directly from summer to autumn.
The once-familiar guide lost his way while passing through a forest, and the two of them ended up wandering around aimlessly, eventually stopping in this place.
If she remembered correctly, this was the Ice and Snow Kingdom, said to stand among the Eight Great Nations without being provoked. No one fought over it; it existed boldly in a world filled with war.
The reason the Ice and Snow Kingdom could stand here was that its location happened to lie on the border of several nations. There were those who once sought to claim this country, but the other seven united against them, nearly causing it to disappear from the Eight Great Nations.
Since then, no one dared to provoke or fight over this place again, for although this city was small, it was situated in a sensitive area. Even if other countries engaged in massive wars, they would not dare to act against this territory.
Thus, this place became a no-man's land. The guide realized he had entered this area and left without taking even the remaining silver coins, abandoning the woman there.
Lost in thought, Mo Xier suddenly felt an itch in her nose and sneezed loudly. She raised her delicate hand to rub her nose vigorously and muttered in dissatisfaction, "Who is cursing me?"
However, her voice quickly vanished into the thick darkness of the night.
The next morning, Mo Xier woke up early. Due to the sudden change in weather, she had no choice but to use some silver she had stealthily taken from the general's residence when leaving Kyoto to buy some clothes at a nearby shop.
Of course, what she took from the general's residence was not just silver; she also took a sword that had always hung on the Night Star Armor.
She hadn't thought much of it at the time; she simply felt that she needed something to protect herself as she left.
Perhaps due to its northern location, the weather here was extremely cold. Unlike Kyoto, where it would still be sunny at this time of year, people here had already donned their winter clothing.
As the inn's door swung open, a sudden gust of wind rushed in, pushing Mo Xier back two steps. Startled, she hurriedly gathered her internal energy to steady herself; however, the unexpected wind had already blown away her veil that hung by her ear.
Suddenly, a head of White Hair was blown by the wind, and this scene happened to be seen by a guest who had just stepped outside, resulting in a sharp scream echoing through the quiet inn.
"Ah, a monster, there’s a monster!"
"Where is the monster?" In a panic, the inn's staff rushed out, their faces filled with anger and tension, each holding an iron shovel, ready to confront the person they referred to as a monster.
"Look, that woman actually has White Hair. How could someone so young have such a head of White Hair? She must have committed too many sins in her past life and has come to bring disaster upon us in this life."
"He’s right. I remember the elders used to say that a White-Haired Woman appears once every three hundred years, and when she does, she brings calamity to the nation and its people. We cannot let her go; if the rumors are true, we are in danger."
In an instant, voices of discussion, doubt, and anger rose and fell, echoing in the stillness of the morning.
The woman's indifferent eyes suddenly flashed with a hint of panic as she looked at the angry townsfolk approaching her. She quickly shut the door tightly and anxiously paced back and forth inside the room.
What should she do? Accidentally arriving in this Ice and Snow Kingdom was already enough to make her anxious.
Now, with her White Hair exposed to the world, given their belief in rumors, they would likely not let her off easily. One wave had not settled before another arose; it was truly adding insult to injury.
Before she could think further, the angry townsfolk were almost about to break down her tightly closed door. Gathering her inner strength, she formed a protective barrier by the door.
Her mind raced as she suddenly glanced at the tightly shut window. A spark of inspiration hit her; one hand shot up and forcefully opened the closed window with her inner strength. With a twist of her body, she flew out through the window.
Unfamiliar with Ice Snow City, she could only head north without a specific direction. She only knew that Night Star was to the north but couldn’t be sure if this route was correct. All she could do was keep moving forward without daring to retreat; she didn’t know what kind of situation awaited her if she slowed down even slightly.
Not knowing how much time had passed or how far she had run, she finally breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that no one was behind her. Looking at the Streamside not far away, she gathered her energy for lightness and swiftly flew over to land safely.
Exhausted, she leaned against a tree with her eyes tightly closed. The clear sound of flowing water reached her ears, and the fresh air allowed her tense heart to finally relax.
In the town not far from Ice Snow City, a group of four was preparing to set out, having inadvertently heard about the White-Haired Woman.
The man wore a blue long robe, his features distinct, holding a Folding Fan in his hand, and his face still bore a gentle smile, just like his sunny disposition.
Following him were three individuals of varying ages: an elderly man in his sixties, a rough martial artist, and a handsome young gentleman.
The four of them headed north, with Jiang Wei focused on the scenery along the way, his smile unwavering.
"Brother, I really don't understand why you want to come to this place," said the handsome young man behind him, his brows furrowed and dissatisfaction evident in his eyes as he looked at the beautiful man ahead, whose expression suddenly darkened upon hearing his voice.
A sense of grievance welled up within him; why was he always so stingy with a smile towards me?
Just as Jiang Wei was about to express his frustration, the elderly man suddenly asked, "Young Master, are you sure that person is her?"
The old man glanced at Ajin beside him and shook his head slightly, knowing well that the young master disliked her but still found joy in stirring up trouble.
He was reluctant to involve himself in their matters, but if it meant losing the young master's usual calmness due to this issue, he felt compelled to intervene and prevent the impending outburst of anger.
The dark expression on the young man's face finally eased upon hearing the old man's words. His voice carried a tone of respect as he replied, "I'm not sure, but that woman suddenly disappeared..."
The old man's back had a slight curve; he was no longer as strong and robust as in his youth, yet he commanded respect from Jiang Wei.
Glancing at Jiang Wei briefly, the old man slowly said, "The palace is currently unstable. Prince An is adamant; I have found that Amu has already been subjected to multiple assassination attempts by him. We cannot waste any more time on this matter."
The man frowned slightly; his smiling face now bore an air of seriousness. "Has Amu sent any messages?"
"No." The old man felt a sinking sensation in his heart. "Could something have happened?"
Jiang Wei raised his hand to stop the old man's words, his voice cold. "No, I trust Amu to handle things. By now, he has probably already escaped."
"But..." The old man's words were left unfinished as his peripheral vision caught sight of a white figure appearing beside the distant trees.
His voice faltered, and he became alert. The nearby Afu had already taken a defensive stance when Old Madam first noticed something.
From the trees emerged a White-Clad Woman, her beauty breathtaking. Her Willow Brows radiated an aura of menace, and her White Hair blended seamlessly with her white clothing, making her even more striking. It seemed she had noticed them; her hands, which had been stretching lazily, froze in place as she warily regarded the people before her.
Jiang Wei immediately recognized the woman; she was the one who had fallen from the sky at the general's residence. He could even say he was her savior, yet judging by her expression, she seemed not to recognize him.
He slowly stepped forward with a gentle smile and polite demeanor. "Miss, I didn't expect to see you here."
The woman looked at him suspiciously for a moment before turning to glance at the empty forest behind her. Her eyes widened in surprise as she pointed at herself with her delicate jade finger and asked doubtfully, "Are you talking to me?"
Jiang Wei couldn't help but chuckle at her expression. He repeatedly fanned himself with his Folding Fan, his eyes sparkling with warmth like gentle sunlight that penetrated one's heart. "Otherwise, who would I be speaking to?"
Mo Xier pointed at him and then at herself, her brows slightly furrowed. Her gaze lost its previous coldness and now held a hint of confusion. "Do we know each other?"
She searched her memory for any recollection of this person before her but found none among those she knew. This young man was handsome, polite, and wore a blue robe that gave off a unique charm.
With distinct features and thin lips curved into a gentle smile, he appeared courteous at first glance. However, upon closer inspection, his smiling eyes seemed like a deep abyss that could easily draw one in.
Comment 0 Comment Count