After being exiled with her husband and children, she returned with great power to rule the world

Chu Lingfeng knew that the trip was urgent. In order not to delay everyone's progress, he decided to let Qifeng continue to lead everyone on the road, while he would go alone to save Chu Yinyin.

She agreed to help Chu Lingfeng take care of his mother and sister, but that did not prevent her from sneaking into Longhu Villa.

After making up her mind, Murong Ling'er no longer spent too much time on other things.

This journey was full of ups and downs. She had to carve out the time for cultivation bit by bit from the complicated cracks. Compared with the time in the world of immortal cultivation, the speed of cultivation was as different as heaven and earth. Not only was the spiritual energy in this world scarce, even if she had a slight advantage in re-cultivating her skills, the improvement of her cultivation was still slow.

However, Murong Ling'er was calm and had no sense of anxiety, because she understood that it was useless to rush into cultivation. The path of cultivation should be down-to-earth and one should move forward steadily step by step. One should never try to achieve success overnight.

The carriage kept shaking and bumping on the road, but Murong Ling'er and Murong Chen remained seated inside.

Because Chu Lingfeng asked his subordinates to arrange a carriage for Wang and Chuchu, she is now in the same carriage with her son and Huo Zihao. Except for the beginning when Huo Jianjie and Deng got in the carriage and traveled for a while, Huo Jianjie always walked with Deng holding his hand!

Maybe it’s because of Huo Shuixian!

But she doesn't care about these, after all, everyone has their own choices!

Outside the car, the sound of horse hooves and rolling wheels intertwined.

Murong Ling'er closed her eyes slightly, trying to calm down in this noisy environment and think about her next plan. Murong Chen had a serious look on his face, and no one knew what he was thinking.

As time went by, the carriage gradually moved away from the bustling town and drove into a quiet forest.

At this time, Murong Ling'er opened her eyes, her eyes were firm, as if she was ready to face unknown challenges.

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Huo Shuixian winked and gestured to her father Huo Jianjie again and again, expressing her desire to ride in a carriage, but Huo Jianjie was like a wooden man and did not react at all. This made Huo Shuixian very angry. The depressed energy in her heart was like a dark cloud that could not be blown away, and it kept accumulating thicker and thicker. The dissatisfaction in her heart kept growing like a snowball.

In fact, Huo Jianjie was well aware of Huo Shuixian's hint. However, in order to avoid making things difficult for his eldest daughter Murong Ling'er, he chose to accompany Huo Shuixian on foot, politely declined his eldest daughter's invitation to ride in a carriage, and even asked his wife Deng Lihua to go along, just to prevent his youngest daughter from feeling dissatisfied.

Unexpectedly, this act of companionship caused displeasure from his wife Deng Lihua.

The resentment in Huo Shuixian's heart grew stronger. She felt that Huo Jianjie was too cowardly and didn't even dare to ask Murong Ling'er for a chance to ride in a carriage.

"Dad, why are you so afraid of Murong Ling'er? Can't you fight for me?" Huo Shuixian couldn't help but shout at Huo Jianjie.

Huo Jianjie frowned, looking helpless: "Narcissus, stop making trouble. Dad has his own difficulties."

Deng Lihua stood aside, snorted angrily, and said, "Hmph! It's all because of those ridiculous things you did before. Now look what happened, you've caused all of us to suffer and endure hardships!" After saying that, she crossed her arms, her eyes full of disdain and complaints.

Hearing this, Huo Shuixian was so angry that she was shaking all over. She glared at Deng Lihua fiercely, and said with trembling lips: "You, how can you say that? Dad, look at her, she is just too much!" At this time, Huo Shuixian's eyes were red and tears were rolling in her eyes, as if they would fall at any time.

When Deng Lihua heard that Huo Shuixian dared to accuse her, her anger instantly rose and her voice rose eight degrees: "You ungrateful little girl! Since I married into your Huo family, I have never had a good day. Not only have I not enjoyed the slightest blessing, but I also have to endure your spoiled daughter's temper every day!" As she spoke, she pointed at Huo Shuixian and became more and more agitated.

At this moment, Huo Jianjie, who had been silent the entire time, finally couldn't help himself. His eyes widened in anger as he shouted, "Shut up! What's the point of making such a fuss all day? You're all giving me so much trouble. Don't you think it's embarrassing? I think it's shameful!"

After hearing what her father said, Huo Shuixian felt extremely aggrieved. She felt that she had done nothing wrong, but she was being scolded like this.

Deng Lihua became angrier the more she thought about it. She felt that she had no status at all in this family and was just a maid who was ordered around.

Murong Ling'er was sitting in the carriage. She had already used her spiritual sense to control the surrounding situation, so she was naturally clear about the fierce debate happening here. Her beautiful brows were slightly wrinkled, and a hint of indifference appeared in her expression!

Then he closed his mind again, closed his eyes and continued practicing!

At this moment, Huo Shuixian, walking on the snow, was full of regret. She hated herself to the extreme for being soft-hearted and kind when she discovered the truth.

At that time, she should have taken Murong Ling'er's life directly instead of choosing to drug her and find someone to rape her. If she could have gotten rid of Murong Ling'er cleanly and efficiently, how could she have fallen into such a miserable state now, enduring endless torture and humiliation?

Recalling that difficult night, Huo Shuixian's heart suddenly tightened and fear instantly spread throughout her body.

That night, she hid behind the screen on a whim and eavesdropped, and she heard a secret that shocked her to the extreme.

It turns out that she is not Huo Jianjie's biological daughter, but was switched by her biological mother.

All these arrangements were made just to allow her to enjoy wealth and glory in the future.

This fact shocked and terrified her, and it was at that moment that she decided to destroy Murong Ling'er in order to protect everything she was about to obtain.

Now she was filled with regret, tears welling up in her eyes. If she had not eavesdropped out of curiosity, perhaps everything would have been completely different, and her life would not have ended up in such a miserable state.

She had imagined countless times in her mind, and fantasized countless times about the beautiful possibilities that had never happened, but every time her fantasy was shattered by the cruel reality.

But there is no medicine for regret in this world. Everything is too late and everything is irreversible, just like a broken mirror that can never be mended.

She could only sink deeper and deeper into this endless abyss of pain, unable to extricate herself. Her mind was in chaos, and memories and self-blame were intertwined into an impenetrable web.

The biting cold wind was like a ruthless beast, attacking her thin and unheated body without mercy. The wind penetrated her tattered clothes, as if to freeze every inch of her skin. She hugged herself tightly, shivering, but still could not resist the coldness that penetrated deep into her bones.

At this moment, she could no longer tell whether the biting chill in her heart was caused by the raging cold wind or emanated from deep within her already scarred bones.

Her lips trembled as she murmured, "Is it snowing?"

Suddenly, cold snowflakes hit her face wantonly.

Huo Shuixian slowly raised her head and looked up, only to see snowflakes falling again in the gloomy gray sky. Those white snowflakes seemed to be a cruel mockery of this miserable world.

The snow fell heavier and heavier, soon covering her shoulders, as if to bury her completely in the cold and despair.