Traveling through another world to stir the emperor's heart

The figure of the man in white robe stood quietly on the cliff like a ghost. His breath was deep and cold, as if it could penetrate everything.

Feng Qingyue's eyes were fixed on him, and a sense of unease surged in her heart.

She clearly realized that the current situation was far beyond her control and the mastermind behind it was far more powerful than she had imagined.

Jun Lingyuan and Ling Yuxiao also felt the invisible oppressive force. They quickly approached Feng Qingyue, and the guards automatically formed a defense line, ready for battle.

Despite this, they were still filled with doubts. The enemy was clearly not in a hurry to attack, but was calmly observing their every move.

"Are you the mastermind behind this?" Feng Qingyue asked coldly, with undisguised hostility in her tone.

The man in white robe slowly raised his head, his eyes as deep as the abyss, as if he could see through everything.

Feng Qingyue gazed into those eyes, as if she could see a vast, boundless darkness. "I'm just a chess piece on the chessboard," he said in a calm voice. "My fate intertwined with yours was merely a coincidence."

"Chess piece?" Feng Qingyue raised the corner of her mouth slightly, with a hint of sneer in her eyes, "Then whose chess piece are you?"

The white-robed man smiled faintly, a hint of incomprehensible light flashing in his eyes. "You don't need to know too much." He looked down at the convoy below, his eyes as sharp as a knife. "But I really want to see how far you can go."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly moved as fast as lightning, his white robe fluttering in the wind. In an instant, a cold light flashed, and the sword energy was as fast as lightning, rushing straight towards Feng Qingyue's chest.

Feng Qingyue's eyes flashed, and she drew her sword without hesitation to meet the attack. "Be careful!" Jun Lingyuan saw this and rushed forward almost subconsciously.

However, Feng Qingyue's movements were even faster. The sword cut through the sky like thunder and slashed fiercely at the white light.

At the moment the two clashed, the air seemed to freeze, a deafening roar echoed in the valley, gravel scattered, and dust flew.

After Feng Qingyue and the man in white robe attacked, they each took a few steps back and quickly stood still.

Feng Qingyue's gaze was as sharp as a torch. The white-robed figure before her not only possessed masterful swordsmanship, but also exuded an elusive aura. She didn't underestimate the foe, but quickly adjusted her stance, not daring to let her guard down.

"You are indeed Feng Qingyue, you are quite capable." The white-robed man nodded slightly, with a hint of appreciation in his tone, "However, your fate today cannot be changed."

As soon as he finished speaking, the atmosphere in the valley suddenly became oppressive, as if countless hidden forces were gathering in the dark, making it almost impossible to breathe.

Feng Qingyue suddenly felt a strong sense of danger enveloping her entire body. This sense of threat did not come from the white-robed man, but from the surrounding environment.

"Is this a trap you set?" Feng Qingyue narrowed her eyes and spoke in a cold tone.

The white-robed man slowly turned around, his eyes as clear as the cold moon, yet revealing a deep feeling. "This isn't just a trap I set up; it's part of fate."

His words rang like a heavy bell, carrying with them an inescapable sense of foreboding. "Every action you take is under my control."

Before he finished speaking, a low roar suddenly came from all around the valley.

Immediately afterwards, dozens of figures quickly rushed out from the cliffs and woods on all sides, forming an impenetrable encirclement.

These men in black had stern faces and cold auras, clearly elite soldiers who had undergone rigorous training. Every movement they made exuded a cold, murderous aura.

Feng Qingyue's heart sank. The enemy now had complete control of the situation, and she felt an unprecedented sense of oppression. Even with her swordsmanship and strength, facing such a sophisticated encirclement, she was still in a very disadvantageous position.

"Your choice has been made." The white-robed man turned again, his eyes piercing Feng Qingyue, seemingly not taking her seriously. "No matter how you struggle, you will eventually become pieces on the chessboard."

Feng Qingyue smiled coldly and raised the sword in her hand. The blade trembled slightly, releasing a sharp aura. "Fate's chess game?" she whispered. "No, today you are the chess pieces."

Before she finished her words, her figure suddenly flashed, like a meteor streaking through the night sky, instantly passing through the enemy's encirclement and rushing straight towards the white-robed man. Her movements were extremely swift, and the sword energy was like thunder, carrying endless sharpness.

However, the man in white robe did not panic. He just raised his hand calmly and waved it gently.

The air around her suddenly changed dramatically, as if it had solidified. A powerful pressure came towards her, making Feng Qingyue almost unable to breathe.

"It's enough that you've been able to struggle until now." The man in white robe spoke slowly, his tone full of indifference, almost suffocating.

Feng Qingyue's heart suddenly trembled, and she immediately realized that this battle was not a simple confrontation of strength, but a contest of will and wisdom. Every move she made was a move on the chessboard, and every move of the enemy was a layout.

“You think you can control everything, but the human heart is like water, unpredictable.”

Feng Qingyue gritted her teeth and growled, her mind rapidly calculating every tactic. Suddenly, a breakthrough appeared. She abruptly changed direction and rushed towards a corner of the enemy position, trying to find a breakthrough point.

Her intuition told her that if she continued to confront these people head-on, she would be in greater trouble.

However, if you can find the enemy's weakness, you may be able to defeat the enemy in one blow.

Following her movements, the surrounding enemies quickly reacted, but Feng Qingyue's speed had already exceeded their expectations. Sword energy crisscrossed, streams of light slicing through the air, forming sword curtains that blocked all enemy attacks.

However, just as she approached the enemy line, a cold voice came from the cliff again: "Do you think you can escape?"

The sound was like a cold needle, piercing Feng Qingyue's heart.

She turned around suddenly and saw the man in white robes appearing behind her. The air around her became even colder and more oppressive.

Suddenly, Feng Qingyue realized that this battle was not only a contest of life and death, but also a game of fate.