The vicious female supporting role in the book cultivation world is crazy and involuntarily

Lu Zhaozhao felt as if a fierce war was going on within her body, with a blazing fire on one side and icy cold snow on the other. The fire raged within her, bringing endless heat and stinging pain, as if it wanted to burn her to ashes; while the ice and snow ruthlessly eroded her body, leaving her feeling chilled to the bone and unable to move.

The two realms of ice and fire, each vying for dominance, fought for control. One moment, she felt like she was in a fire, the next, trapped in an icy cellar. Tormented by both, Lu Zhaozhao felt a wave of insanity. She longed for the warmth and strength of the flames, yet feared being consumed by them. She longed to escape the constraints of the ice, yet feared losing consciousness in the cold. This duality of ice and fire agonized over her, a feeling of being trapped in hell.

It was unknown how long this torture lasted. Lu Zhaozhao only felt like a small boat floating on the river, drifting with the current to an open space. Gradually, the impact force in his body became smaller, and was replaced by the absolute dominance of the party that had the upper hand.

She felt as if she were in a frozen world, a biting, bone-chilling wind. Snowflakes fell like razor blades, each one carrying an icy temperature that instantly melted on her skin, taking away any trace of warmth. Lu Zhaozhao tried to move, but her fingers were too stiff to bend, and every attempt to move was accompanied by sharp pain. Her teeth chattered with the cold, and she felt as if she were being swallowed by an endless chill, as if her body was being frozen into an ice sculpture.

At this moment, the previous raging fire seemed like a lifetime ago to her. The cold made her forget the burning sensation in her mind. She longed for a bit of warmth and even wanted to be forged by the heavenly fire once again, but all around her was endless cold and loneliness.

Her consciousness gradually became blurred, and it seemed that another force was taking over her body, and she was being continuously squeezed out of this body.

This is good, Lu Zhaozhao thought, this way, maybe she can go back.

The breathing gradually became long and even, and the world seemed to be quiet at this moment.

Suddenly, the hand at the waist suddenly contracted, clenched into a fist, and hooked up the clothes on his body that seemed to be burned and torn.

His eyes opened immediately the next moment.

Black, endless darkness.

This was Lu Zhaozhao’s first feeling after opening his eyes.

Everything was pitch black before her eyes. She tried to move her fingers, but she couldn't see where they were in the darkness. For a moment, she couldn't help but wonder if she had been blinded by the torture.

After getting up with difficulty, she stretched out her hand and groped ahead. There was no obstacle along the way. She didn't know where to go, but she only knew that she should keep moving forward.

During that moment of unconsciousness, she had truly considered giving up, the pain being too much. The agonizing pain of ice and fire had left her physically and mentally exhausted, and the accumulated pain from her previous training had all flooded back to her in that instant. In that moment, she felt despair from the inside out.

But just before deciding to give up, unwillingness broke through despair.

Yes, it is not a strong character, nor a fetter, but simply unwillingness, that is the pride of Lu Zhaozhao.

Before she transmigrated into the book, she was a student at a top university in the country. She came from a prominent family, her grandfather had achieved great success, and her parents had worked together to create their own business empire. As the only child of such a family, Lu Zhaozhao had been taught the nature of a wolf from the moment she was born.

Win or die!

The principle of survival of the fittest has been ringing in her ears since she was a child. Of course, she knows that in a society ruled by law, she will not die if she loses, but a failed life is more difficult for her to accept than death.

There is nothing she cannot get if she wants it, no matter what it is, she will do her best to get it!

Therefore, she would neither allow nor accept herself to die in such a miserable manner in this corner of the world. Since she was here, she would make the best of it. She had transmigrated into a book, and she was bound to turn the world upside down!

A hint of cruelty flashed across her eyes, and Lu Zhaozhao looked up again. Although she couldn't see anything now, she still stubbornly moved forward in one direction.

After walking for about an hour, a faint light appeared in front of them.

"It seems my eyes are fine." Lu Zhaozhao breathed a sigh of relief and ran towards the light.

The road was narrow, probably only wide enough for one person to pass through, but once you exited this dark corridor, the view suddenly opened up.

The land is flat and spacious, with lush forests and bamboos, making it a rare and picturesque spot. In the center stands a pavilion carved with countless birds, all facing the same direction.

Lu Zhaozhao looked in that direction and saw a red-gold figure at the end. It was Jiufeng who had caused the bloody storm outside.

The distance between them was neither far nor near, and Lu Zhaozhao could just see the details of its combing hair.

It starts by combing from the neck and chest, working its way down to the tail, and then back again. It then combs the feathers on its back, using its saw-like beak to straighten its wing and tail feathers. Finally, it uses its comb-like feet to comb the feathers on its head.

It was neat and beautiful, meticulously done. Lu Zhaozhao sighed inwardly, it was really pleasing to the eye.

Jiufeng didn't seem to care about the uninvited guest who suddenly broke in. The feathers on its back were slightly raised, and it spread its wings and shook them, looking very comfortable.

Lu Zhaozhao approached step by step, taking each step carefully, fearing that it would suddenly explode. But until he reached the scene, this scene did not happen.

After Jiufeng combed her feathers, she looked at her, or more precisely, at her hair. Lu Zhaozhao raised her hand and touched her hair, somewhat puzzled. The only accessory was the hairpin given by Master Jingwen.

She pulled out the hairpin, and Jiufeng's eyes followed her movements.

Lu Zhaozhao hesitated for a moment, then decisively stretched out her hand, spread out the hairpin in her palm, and held it in front of Jiufeng.

Jiufeng stared at it, tilted her head, and then stopped moving.

The man and the phoenix confronted each other for a long time. Just when Lu Zhaozhao thought it would not move again, the nine-phoenix suddenly spread its wings, scaring her.

But Jiufeng had no intention of attacking her. The next moment, she flapped her flowing wings and flew into the air.

It circled in the air, making a pleasant sound, and the pavilion behind it could be heard shaking and cracking.

The moment Lu Zhaozhao turned around, the birds carved on the stone broke through the stone wall, transformed into colorful wings, and flew towards the nine phoenixes in the sky.

They flew in from all directions, some soaring high in the sky, some weaving through the treetops, and some leaping along the ground. Soon, they spontaneously formed into a group, surrounding the Nine Phoenixes in a magnificent circle. Some bowed their heads in tribute, some spread their wings and sang, and some danced gracefully, collectively offering a grand ceremony of worship for the Nine Phoenixes.

The sky is like a colorful painting, so beautiful.

Lu Zhaozhao looked up, her eyes filled with uncontrollable amazement.

But soon, the circling birds became blurred in her eyes. The moment her eyelids closed, Lu Zhaozhao was still thankful that she had managed to come out so as not to miss this magnificent scenery.