After being married off by my younger sister, I took care of the sickly prince

Jiang Yun raised the corners of her lips slightly, with an imperceptible determination in her smile, "It doesn't matter. After all, our targets are all those powerful people. Naturally, this bait must be tempting enough." There was a glimmer of wisdom in her eyes, as if everything was under control.

Lan Wushuang also nodded silently, his eyes also revealing determination and resoluteness.

Afterward, the three of them headed for the residences assigned to them by the deacon elders. Luckily, their rooms were adjacent to each other. Jiang Yun cast a spell, meticulously creating barriers within each of their rooms, ensuring they could regain their freedom in their own little world for a brief moment.

With the protection of the barrier, they can finally let go of their guard in the room and enjoy a moment of peace and freedom.

"There is still one month left until the day of sacrifice. During this month, we must try our best to rescue those innocent people." Jiang Yun's voice was low and powerful, and every word seemed to carry a thousand pounds of weight.

"Yes!" Lan Wushuang and another companion responded in unison, their tone full of determination and courage.

That night, the three of them went to bed early to recuperate and prepare for the upcoming challenges.

The next morning, the three of them rose early and headed to their assigned duty stations to begin their work. Jiang Yun stood quietly at the edge of the arena, broom in hand. In the morning light, the mottled bloodstains on the jade tiles cast an eerie, sinister luster. She swept the gravel seemingly casually, but the sound of two inner disciples chatting faintly reached her ears.

"I heard that three more people died in the Di-brand furnace last night?" A voice sounded a little frightened and reluctant.

"Hush—" The older disciple looked around nervously and said in a low voice, "This time we need to gather forty-nine extremely Yin bodies. I'm afraid the sect master can't wait until the day of the sacrifice..."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yun's broken porcelain pieces suddenly slipped from her hands, a crisp sound that instantly startled the two conversing disciples. She hurriedly lowered her head, her hair falling, obscuring the sharp, cold glint in her eyes. After the two disciples walked away, cursing, she finally noticed a bronze tile in the northeast corner of the arena. Yesterday, when she was scrubbing it, blood, reminiscent of Qingxin grass, had seeped from it, and now, in the morning light, it looked even more eerie.

As night fell, Jiang Yun returned to her room and immediately tapped her jade bracelet. A moment later, Lan Wushuang, radiating a chill, pushed the door open, revealing a half-sized map made of ice crystals from her sleeve. "The third secret door to the logistics ice cellar is thirty feet down," she said in a calm and decisive voice.

At the same time, a faint blue flame ignited at Lu Yan's fingertips, outlining complex runes in the void: "The amount of dragon beard grass used in the herbal medicine room has increased fivefold today. They are preparing the soul-calming soup - the sacrifice will be brought forward." There was a hint of anxiety and worry in her tone.

The three of them exchanged glances, their understanding unspoken. Jiang Yun detailed his findings from the arena that day. Lan Wushuang, upon hearing this, suddenly pressed the ice map onto the tabletop, and frost spread rapidly along the wood grain. "The dungeon entrance is in the Sect Master's bedroom, but the exit leads to the altar. We must act on the eve of the ceremony and rescue all the hostages in one fell swoop."

Thunder roared outside the window, and the shouts of the Law Enforcement Hall disciples echoed through the rain, adding a touch of tension and unease to the silent night. Jiang Yun quickly distributed the modified Substitute Talisman to the two. The cinnabar on the talisman paper twisted like blood, as if it contained endless power.

"Three days from now at midnight, Lu Yan will set fire to the medicine hut to distract the guards, and Wushuang will use the ice puppet to break the formation." Jiang Yun's voice was calm and firm. "Remember, if you see anyone wearing black iron chains, use the Fire Separation Talisman. Make sure you hit them with one strike."

Before he finished speaking, the sycamore trees in the courtyard suddenly stirred without a breeze, their branches swaying gracefully. Lan Wushuang's wide sleeves fluttered, and the room was instantly covered with icicles, a beautiful yet chilling sight. Lu Yan's hairpins rang crisply. Three phantoms remained at the table, sewing, while their true forms had already retreated to a secret underground chamber, preparing for the coming battle.

After three days of torrential rain, the eve of the sacrificial ceremony finally arrived. Jiang Yun crouched by the underground drain at the competition arena, watching the phosphorescent flames from Lu Yan disappear into the drain. As midnight approached, a sudden burst of flames shot up from the northwest, and faint cries of "The medicine house is flooding" were heard, signaling the start of the plan.

At this moment, Lan Wushuang's ice puppet suddenly crashed into the mountain protection formation, causing the entire Qingyun Sect to tremble as if doomsday had arrived. Jiang Yun dodged into the underground canal, swimming through three gates, following the scent of blood. As the prison door melted under the fire talisman, she finally saw the figures huddled in the forty-nine iron cages—the youngest child still wearing the peace knot she had given him on the Qiqiao Festival. At that moment, her heart felt as if something had tugged at her.

"Follow the blue light!" She waved her sleeves, sending out guiding fireflies, then cast twelve thunderstorm talismans with her backhand. When the first Qingyun Elder appeared at the end of the corridor, the girl's lips suddenly curled up, her eyes gleaming with determination and courage. With her fingertips, she crushed the natal jade token she had stolen from Qin Tan, instantly triggering an earth-shattering explosion.

As the sect leader's furious roar resounded through the sky, Jiang Yun was leading the pursuers toward the Soul-Breaking Cliff. Thirty-six sword beams formed a net behind her, encircling her tightly. Yet, amidst the thunderous light, she remembered the sachet Lu Yan had slipped her this morning—it contained the wicks of each disciple's life-defining lamp, their hope and sustenance.

The wind was howling fiercely at the edge of the cliff. Jiang Yun looked at the sect leader with his purple robe fluttering. Suddenly, Jiang Yun jumped up, as light as a falling leaf, and resolutely jumped into the deep cliff.

This action shocked the sect leader and the elders who had caught up with them.

But for them, this is a good thing.

After all, this cliff is the only forbidden area in Qingyun Sect. Anyone who falls down has never survived.

Now that the traitor has jumped down, isn't he seeking his own death?

Sect Master Qin Yuan immediately made a gesture to stop her. "It's dangerous down there. Everyone, there's no need to chase anymore! Go check for the missing disciple and make sure to take care of any disciples close to her as well."

"Yes!"

At the foot of the cliff, with the wind howling and the clouds and mist swirling, Jiang Yun relied on his extraordinary agility and tenacity to constantly avoid the steep rocks and hidden mechanisms.

Her eyes were bright and there was a happy smile on her lips.

She never expected that the third key she had been looking for for so long was actually at the bottom of the cliff.

If Jiang Yun hadn’t just felt the special spiritual power under the cliff, he would have missed the key!

With a plop, Jiang Yun landed steadily at the bottom of the cliff.

But the bottom of the cliff seemed different from what she had imagined.

Different from the Jiang family forbidden area, the bottom of the cliff is a scene of flowers in clusters and lush branches and leaves.

Jiang Yun took a deep breath, and the extremely pure spiritual power was mixed with the fragrance of flowers.