The cat demon defies the heavens and is the emperor’s only beloved disciple!

"Shuangyue, I'd rather die than owe you this favor!"

"Why? Why do you think of me like that?"

Frosty Moon shook her head in anguish, tears blurring her vision.

"Do you understand my good intentions? I did all this to save you!"

"help me?"

Liu Xiaohan's voice suddenly rose, filled with hysterical madness.

"You locked me in this hellish place, subjecting me to inhuman torture day and night. Is this your so-called saving me?"

"Frost Moon, you're utterly unreasonable! You're so desperate for the Emperor, you've gone mad!"

"If you really want to save me, then give me a quick death! Just come and kill me!"

"I...I can't..."

"I can't do it, Liu Xiaohan, you're my disciple!"

Frosty Moon murmured,

An unprecedented panic swept over her.

She realized that she didn't understand Liu Xiaohan's current situation at all.

All her efforts, in Liu Xiaohan's eyes, were perhaps nothing more than a laughable farce.

"hypocritical!"

"Hahaha……"

Liu Xiaohan's laughter was filled with sorrow and mockery.

"You only know your sect's rules and don't care about the bigger picture!"

"You've locked me up here, suppressed my bloodline with the Heavenly Net Demon-Suppressing Formation, and tormented my soul with the Myriad Souls Devouring Body Technique!"

"Ha, now you want to use the Cleansing Dew to be my savior?"

"Frostmoon, you are utterly and utterly foolish!"

"I……"

Shuangyue was thoroughly humiliated, yet she couldn't utter a single word in rebuttal.

She was indeed foolish.

What she perceived as protection was, in Liu Xiaohan's eyes, a torment more cruel than death.

"If you really want to save me."

Liu Xiaohan's voice suddenly lowered, carrying a kind of madness of mutual destruction.

"Destroy this damn formation."

"what?"

Shuangyue looked up abruptly, thinking she had misheard.

"You heard that right."

Black Dragon's crimson eyes were fixed on the water mirror, as if trying to imprint Frost Moon's soul through the mirror.

"Destroy the Heavenly Net Demon Suppression Formation and let me out."

No! I can't!

Frosty Moon shook her head in horror.

If the formation is destroyed, the violent power within Liu Xiaohan's body will instantly backfire.

She will explode and die immediately!

She could never bring herself to die!

"Then what are you waiting for?"

Liu Xiaohan's voice became extremely weak, a sign that her soul had been devoured by the vengeful spirit once again.

"Go on with your ridiculous alchemy!"

"Frosty Moon, you can no longer refine the Dew of Purity."

"I will remember this grudge, Frostmoon!"

"No! Liu Xiaohan, don't force me!"

Frostmoon clutched her head in anguish.

"I forced you?"

Liu Xiaohan's voice grew softer and softer, as if she might stop breathing at any moment.

"Shuangyue, it's you... who's driving me to my death..."

Before the words were finished, the black dragon in the mirror suddenly let out a painful wail, and its huge head drooped down abruptly.

His crimson eyes slowly closed, as if he had fallen into a coma.

"Liu Xiaohan! Liu Xiaohan!"

Shuangyue shouted frantically at the water mirror, but Liu Xiaohan in the mirror no longer responded.

Shuangyue collapsed to the ground, overwhelmed by despair.

Liu Xiaohan's words were like sharp swords, piercing all her beliefs and perseverance, leaving them riddled with holes.

She always believed that as long as she held on, as long as she refined the Heart-Cleansing Dew, she would be able to wait until the day when Liu Xiaohan understood her.

But now she understands.

She was wrong.

Big mistakes.

She wasn't saving Liu Xiaohan; she was using her narrow-minded methods to gradually stifle that passionate, proud, and untamed soul.

"It's my fault...it's my fault that you're in trouble..."

Frosty Moon murmured to herself, her tears flowing freely, leaving only a deathly stillness in her eyes.

She slowly stood up and looked at the black dragon in the mirror, whose body was still tense even in its unconscious state, struggling against the chains and talismans.

"Liu Xiaohan!"

Frosty Moon looked up in alarm and saw that the black dragon in the mirror was even weaker and its eyes were beginning to glaze over.

The black dragon was panting, its voice weak but clear.

"Your Cleansing Dew can't save me... Frost Moon, give up... let me... be free..."

"No! I won't give up!"

Shuangyue suddenly stood up, a mad obsession rekindling in her eyes:

"I will definitely refine the purest Purifying Dew! I will definitely save you!"

Ignoring the desperate and mocking look in the black dragon's eyes in the mirror, she abruptly waved her hand, severing the connection with the water mirror.

……

Inside the alchemy pavilion, deathly silence returned, leaving only the mess on the floor and Shuangyue's heavy breathing.

She looked at the empty alchemy furnace and the scattered medicinal herbs, a resolute glint in her eyes.

"Star Dew Grass, Heart-Clearing Grass, Ice Heart Lotus, Jade Marrow Fungus... these are not enough..."

Frosty Moon murmured to itself.

Her gaze slowly shifted to her heart.

"I'm still missing one ingredient... one ingredient, the purest ingredient that can hold all my soul power..."

Shuangyue slowly raised her hand, and a wisp of spiritual power, even cooler than moonlight, gathered at her fingertips, gently brushing across her heart.

That place is where spirits dwell.

"Liu Xiaohan, please wait a little longer..."

Frosty Moon's voice was as soft as a breeze.

"This time, I won't let you down again."

Without the slightest hesitation, the spiritual energy at her fingertips suddenly became sharp and fierce, pulling inward sharply!

puff!…

A mouthful of pure life essence sprayed out, hovering in her palm like a top-grade ruby.

But as soon as the blood droplet left her body, it did not immediately obey Shuangyue's command. Instead, it began to beat violently in her palm, like a living heart.

"Ok?"

Frosty Moon frowned slightly.

This essence contains her strong will.

But at this moment, this will seems... out of control.

She didn't have time to think much, because the opportunity to refine the elixir was fleeting.

She must immediately separate her soul power and merge it with her essence blood to suppress its violent nature.

"In my name, call upon my soul..."

Frosty Moon chanted a spell in a low voice, and the silver soul mark between her brows began to appear.

She touched her brow again, and with a tearing pain in her soul, a strand of silver soul power was forcibly pulled out.

However, the moment the soul power thread touched that pulsating blood bead!

A sudden change occurred!

The blood droplet seemed to have encountered its most loathed thing, and suddenly burst out with a blinding blood light.

Amidst the blood-red light, a will not belonging to Frost Moon, filled with destruction and resentment, suddenly surged into the sky!

"This is……?!"

Frosty Moon was greatly alarmed.

She was all too familiar with this will!

It's Liu Xiaohan!

It turns out that Shuangyue felt so guilty towards Liu Xiaohan that when she separated her own essence and blood, Liu Xiaohan's image was already imprinted in her blood.

Or rather, Liu Xiaohan's resentment had already silently eroded Shuangyue's mind through that water mirror!

boom!

The energy ball that had fused with essence and soul power did not meekly merge into one; instead, it struggled and expanded wildly in Shuangyue's palm, as if it were about to burst her hand!

"Give me the town!"

Shuangyue shouted!

Ignoring the excruciating pain in his soul, he forcibly channeled his spiritual power to suppress it.

She cannot fail, she absolutely cannot!

She suddenly threw this raging energy into the alchemy furnace.

"Go in! Refine it!"

The transparent flames inside the furnace instantly enveloped the ball of energy.

Frosty Moon's ten fingers flew, forming a series of profound hand seals, attempting to guide the energy to recombine.

At first, the energy ball seemed to calm down under the heat of the flames.

Frosty Moon was overjoyed, thinking she had successfully suppressed the attack.

But at that moment, the color of the flames inside the alchemy furnace began to change.

It gradually became transparent, then tinged with a faint color of lightning.

Immediately afterwards, a violent, destructive medicinal fragrance wafted from the alchemy furnace.

This fragrance contains not a trace of tranquility; instead, it evokes the suffocating oppression of the air before a storm.

"No...the taste is wrong!"