The whole family was brutally murdered? The ruthless heiress's eldest daughter went berserk aft

"It's raining..." Junior Brother Chen muttered to himself, "These silver threads will become even more violent due to the impact of the rain."

A deafening clap of thunder shook Murong Xuewei slightly, but she quickly regained her composure. Rain blurred her vision; she wiped the water droplets from her face. "The third step... should be..."

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning ripped across the sky, illuminating the entire array of silver threads. In that brief moment of light, Murong Xuewei could see the direction of all the silver threads.

Her eyes lit up: "I understand! This isn't 'perfect,' it's 'breaking free from the cocoon and becoming a butterfly!'"

"What?" Zhang Jing was taken aback.

A slight smile appeared on Murong Xuewei's lips: "Father showed me not just one game of chess, but two. When I thought it was 'flawless,' I could never find a way to break it. But if we look at it from a different angle..."

Her movements suddenly quickened, weaving through the silver threads. Every step was fast and precise, as if she had practiced it a thousand times.

"This is impossible!" Junior Brother Chen's eyes widened. "How could she..."

Zhang Jing, however, wore a thoughtful expression: "I see... That is indeed a brilliant idea."

The torrential rain poured down, and Murong Xuewei's figure appeared and disappeared in the rain. Every move she made was extremely precise, as if she were playing an invisible game of chess.

“Fourth step… three inches forward,” she murmured to herself, “Fifth step… diagonally across.”

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning struck, and several silver threads vibrated violently due to the electric current. Murong Xuewei stopped abruptly, holding her breath.

"Don't move!" Zhang Jing warned in a deep voice, "Wait for this shockwave to pass!"

Cold sweat beaded on Murong Xuewei's forehead, but she knew she couldn't back down now. Rainwater streamed down her cheeks, and she could feel the silver threads around her growing more agitated by the rain.

"Just three more steps..." she gritted her teeth. "Like Father said, the key is the rhythm of my movements."

"Watch out!" Junior Brother Chen suddenly exclaimed.

Several silver threads overhead began to sway violently, emitting a piercing buzzing sound. Murong Xuewei's heart raced; she knew she had to get through this area before the silver threads went out of control.

“Step six…” she took a deep breath, “should be…”

Just then, a gust of wind, accompanied by torrential rain, swept in, causing all the silver threads to sway wildly. Zhang Jing's face instantly turned pale: "This..."

But Murong Xuewei's gaze remained unusually firm. Amidst the chaos, she saw things even more clearly.

“I see,” she said with a relieved smile. “This is the real test. It’s not about me adapting to the direction of the silver threads, but about finding the pattern in their movement!”

Her figure suddenly became agile, no longer deliberately avoiding the swaying silver threads, but moving with the rhythm of the threads. Like a butterfly dancing in a storm, light and graceful.

"This..." Junior Brother Chen stared in disbelief, "She actually..."

A hint of admiration flashed in Zhang Jing's eyes: "So that's how it is... She's not breaking the formation, but dancing with it."

"The final step!" Murong Xuewei leaped into the air, finding the perfect moment amidst the violently swaying silver threads, and landed lightly on the other side of the Thousand Threads Platform.

The moment she landed, the downpour stopped abruptly, and the sky cleared. Sunlight streamed down, illuminating her soaked figure and reflecting dappled patterns.

"Passed..." She let out a long breath, turning to look at Zhang Jing and Junior Brother Chen, who were still at the other end of the Thousand Silk Platform. "Is this the true meaning of the fourth trial?"

Zhang Jing didn't answer immediately, but looked at her thoughtfully: "What do you think?"

Murong Xuewei straightened her rain-soaked clothes and said softly, "Perhaps... this tests not only one's skills in navigating the battle, but also one's attitude when facing adversity."

"Oh?" Zhang Jing gestured for her to continue.

Murong Xuewei gazed at the now-calm silver hair and slowly said, "At first, I was thinking about how to break this formation, like someone playing chess always thinking about winning. But sometimes, the best way to break it isn't to fight it, but rather..."

“Instead, let nature take its course.” Zhang Jing picked up where she left off, a hint of approval flashing in his eyes. “Few people can grasp this point.”

Junior Brother Chen frowned: "Senior Brother, does that mean she's passed the test? That's a bit..."

"Don't you understand?" Zhang Jing interrupted him, "The trials of Medicine King Valley have never been meant to make things difficult for people, but rather to..."

Before she could finish speaking, a slight tremor suddenly came from the ground. The bluestone ground beneath Murong Xuewei's feet slowly cracked open, revealing a downward step.

"This is..." Murong Xuewei looked in surprise at the gradually revealed underground passage.

Zhang Jing walked to her side: "This is the entrance to the fifth trial."

A chilly wind blew in from the underground passage, carrying a strange medicinal scent. Murong Xuewei stared into the deep passage and couldn't help but shiver.

"The final test..." she murmured, her hand unconsciously reaching for the jade pendant at her waist, which Gu Ye had given her before she left.

Zhang Jing seemed to sense her worry: "Would you like to rest for a while?"

Murong Xuewei shook her head: "No need, time waits for no one." With that, she lifted her foot and walked towards the steps.

"Wait," Zhang Jing suddenly called out to her, taking a small porcelain bottle from his sleeve. "Take this."

Murong Xuewei took the porcelain bottle: "What is this?"

"The Nine-Turn Rejuvenating Pill, capable of curing all poisons," Zhang Jing said solemnly, "the fifth trial... is the most dangerous."

Junior Brother Chen chimed in, "Senior Brother, these are spirit pills you personally refined, how can you just..."

"Shut up!" Zhang Jing shouted sternly, then turned to Murong Xuewei and said, "Keep it safe. I hope you won't need it."

Murong Xuewei solemnly tucked the porcelain vase into her bosom: "Thank you."

Looking into the deep underground passage, she took a deep breath and stepped down the stairs.

Each step echoed dully in the silence, as if stepping into the long river of time.

Zhang Jing watched her retreating figure and whispered, "I hope you can understand the true meaning of this final test, just as you did when you crossed the Thousand Silk Terrace."

The passageway stretched out beneath Murong Xuewei's feet, with luminous pearls embedded in the surrounding walls, emitting a faint blue light.

The aroma of medicine in the air grew stronger, but she found it increasingly difficult to breathe.

"This medicinal scent... seems a bit off..." She became alert and was about to hold her breath when she noticed that the surrounding light was beginning to blur.

"Oh no!" She hurriedly pulled the porcelain bottle Zhang Jing had given her from her bosom, but her hands were already trembling uncontrollably...

Murong Xuewei struggled to stay conscious, but her legs felt increasingly heavy. The scene before her eyes began to distort, and a ghostly blue light flickered in her vision.

"No... I can't fall down..." She gritted her teeth, her trembling hands struggling to uncork the porcelain bottle. But just then, a dizzying sensation swept over her, and the bottle slipped from her grasp, making a crisp sound on the ground.

"boom!"

In the darkness, a familiar voice suddenly rang out: "Xue Wei..."

"Father?" Murong Xuewei looked up abruptly, only to be met with a blood-red scene unfolding before her eyes. It was the image she least wanted to recall—the night the Murong family was massacred in her past life.

"No...this isn't real..." She shook her head and backed away, only to see her father lying in a pool of blood.

"Xuewei, save us, why won't you save us..." The mother's voice rang out with sorrow.

"No!" Murong Xuewei closed her eyes. "This is just an illusion; none of this is real!"

But the hallucinations grew clearer. She saw Jiang Lingyun leading his men into the mansion, saw her family members fall one by one, and saw herself finally pierced through the chest by a sharp blade...