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Night had fallen, and Lan'er, who had been galloping all day, finally stopped in a small town. She knew she couldn't waste too much time, but the horse also needed rest, otherwise it wouldn't make it to Medicine King Valley.

"Miss, would you like to stay at the inn?" The innkeeper greeted her warmly.

Lan'er nodded: "Prepare a superior room for me, and help me look after the horses." After saying that, she handed over a silver ingot.

"Alright!" The waiter took the silver, his smile growing even warmer. "This way, miss."

Just as Lan'er sat down in her room, a commotion suddenly erupted downstairs. She frowned, got up, and went to the window. There, she saw a group of drunkards making a ruckus, led by a burly man holding a wine jug.

"Waiter! Is that young lady upstairs alone?" the man asked loudly.

The waiter glanced awkwardly at the upstairs: "This..."

"What's there to be afraid of!" a skinny man nearby laughed. "This is the middle of nowhere, who's going to care about us?"

Lan'er watched all of this with a cold eye. Logically speaking, she shouldn't cause any unnecessary trouble, but if these people kept pestering her, it would only waste more time.

"Bang!" The door was suddenly kicked open.

"Miss, would you like to have a drink with us?" The burly man at the head of the group leaned drunkenly against the doorframe. "With so many brothers with us, we guarantee you'll have a great time."

Lan'er said calmly, "Please, everyone, return home. I've been traveling all day and want to rest."

"Resting so soon?" the skinny man chuckled as he stepped forward. "The night is still long..."

Before he finished speaking, his hand was already reaching for Lan'er. Lan'er nimbly dodged, saying, "I'll say it again, please go back."

"Pretty good at hiding, huh?" A wicked glint flashed in the burly man's eyes. "Brothers, close the door!"

Lan'er sighed, "It seems you don't want to talk properly."

"You brat, what are you pretending to be so high and mighty for!" The burly man swung his fist at Lan'er. Lan'er dodged to the side and struck him in the chest with her palm. The burly man was immediately sent flying backward, crashing into the wall and spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"You...you're a martial arts practitioner?" The skinny man backed away in fright.

Lan'er remained silent, her figure moving like a ghost through the room. Moments later, everyone collapsed to the ground, groaning in pain. She then approached the burly man, her voice icy: "If you want to live, get out of here."

"Go...go!" The big man scrambled away, and the others followed him.

Lan'er closed the door, her brow furrowed. This delay had wasted a lot of time. She glanced at the moonlight outside the window, her heart filled with anxiety: "Your Majesty, you must hold on... wait until I bring the Empress back."

After saying that, she quickly tidied herself up and continued her journey under the cover of night. The sound of hooves was exceptionally clear in the quiet night; she knew she had to race against time.

In the distance, lightning flashed and thunder roared in the direction of Medicine King Valley. Lan'er spurred her horse forward, thinking to herself, "Your Majesty, please, please don't let anything happen to you..."

As dawn broke, Lan'er noticed that the surrounding scenery was becoming increasingly desolate. The distant mountains were shrouded in thick fog, giving them an eerie feel. She reined in her horse and carefully observed her surroundings.

"Something's not right." Lan'er narrowed her eyes. She hadn't encountered any pedestrians along the way, and even the chirping of birds and insects had disappeared. As a spy for Nanzhao, she had an exceptionally keen intuition for danger.

Suddenly, her horse became restless, pawing the ground incessantly. Lan'er dismounted and gently patted the horse's neck: "You felt it too, didn't you?"

Something seemed to be moving in the thick fog in the distance. Lan'er took her bundle from her horse and spurred it back: "It's not safe here, you should go back first."

After watching the horses depart, Lan'er used her lightness skill to dart towards the mountains like a swallow. She remembered Murong Xuewei saying that Medicine King Valley was nestled deep within the mountains, and ordinary people would never find the way. But the situation was critical, and she had no choice but to take a gamble.

"Whoosh!" A hidden arrow suddenly shot out from the thick fog.

Lan'er nimbly spun around, narrowly avoiding the attack. She landed on a large tree, cautiously observing her surroundings: "Sure enough, someone was lying in wait."

Several more arrows pierced the air. Lan'er dodged and weaved among the branches, thinking to herself, "It seems the direction of Medicine King Valley is from the direction these arrows came from."

She quickly planned her route in her mind. Although these hidden arrows blocked her way, they inadvertently pointed her in the right direction. The fog in the mountains grew thicker and thicker, reducing visibility to no more than three feet. Lan'er carefully moved forward, dodging the hidden arrows as she went.

"Interesting." Lan'er noticed that there seemed to be a peculiar fragrance mixed in with the mist, making her drowsy. She immediately held her breath and took out a poison-avoiding pill from her bosom and swallowed it. She had brought it with her before leaving, and she didn't expect it to come in handy so soon.

Suddenly, the sounds of fighting came from ahead. Lan'er followed the sound and, using the shadows of the trees for cover, saw several men in black fighting a disciple of Medicine King Valley. The disciple's face was pale, clearly indicating that he had been poisoned.

"It seems Her Majesty the Empress was right; the people of Nanzhao will indeed not let this go easily," Lan'er thought to herself. She did not act rashly, but quietly followed behind, hoping to find the entrance to Medicine King Valley.

The mountain path grew increasingly treacherous, with some sections requiring the rider to cling to the cliff face. Even with her exceptional lightness skills, Lan'er had to proceed with extreme caution. One wrong step, and she would plunge into the abyss.

"Bang!" A loud crash suddenly came from ahead, followed by the sounds of fighting. Lan'er's heart tightened: "Could something have happened to the Empress?"

She quickened her pace, weaving through the mountains. Through the thick fog, the outlines of buildings were faintly visible ahead. Just then, a sudden gust of wind swept in. Lan'er tried to dodge, but found herself surrounded by strong winds from all sides.

"Well done!" Lan'er sneered, circulating her inner energy throughout her body, making her dance in the strong wind like a leaf. Using this force, she sped forward.

After passing through the strong wind, the view suddenly opened up. An ancient mountain gate came into view, with the three large characters "Medicine King Valley" inscribed on it.

Just as Lan'er was about to step forward, she heard a piercing scream echo from the valley. Her heart leaped into her throat: "Your Majesty the Empress!"

Without thinking twice, Lan'er leaped forward, heading towards the mountain gate. No matter what dangers lay ahead, she had to find Murong Xuewei as soon as possible.

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As soon as Lan'er arrived at the mountain gate, two disciples dressed in green robes immediately blocked her way.

"Who dares to trespass into Medicine King Valley?" one of the disciples shouted sternly.

Lan'er clasped her hands and said, "I have been ordered to seek Her Majesty the Empress. The matter is urgent, so please grant me this favor."

"An imperial decree?" another disciple sneered. "There have been quite a few people claiming to act on the imperial decree lately. Do you think we'd be so easily fooled?"

Lan'er said urgently, "I really came to see the Empress. The Emperor is in imminent danger. Please inform her immediately!"

"Stop talking!" The disciple in green suddenly attacked, striking Lan'er in the chest with a palm. Lan'er dodged to the side, but smelled a strange fragrance and immediately felt her hands and feet go numb.

"This is..." Lan'er was shocked, "Poison in the palm!"

Seeing that his first attack had missed, the disciple struck again. Lan'er dared not meet the blow head-on and could only dodge and weave in the courtyard. She was secretly anxious; every moment wasted increased the danger to the Emperor's life.

"Stop!" A cold voice suddenly rang out.