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The blizzard intensified, and Gu Ye struggled to move forward in the knee-deep snow. Every step required immense effort, but he gritted his teeth, daring not to stop for even a moment. He knew that Murong Xuewei's life was slipping away, bit by bit.

Suddenly, a deep, guttural roar came from afar. Gu Ye stopped abruptly, intently observing his surroundings. In the vast expanse of white snow, a huge, dark shadow loomed in and out of sight.

"Finally found you." Gu Ye muttered to himself, gripping the long sword at his waist.

The dark figure drew closer, finally revealing its true form—a massive snow bear. It was entirely white, with a silver sheen on its forehead. It was the sacred beast the shaman had spoken of.

The sacred beast stared at Gu Ye, letting out a threatening growl. Gu Ye, however, didn't retreat but instead advanced towards it: "I'm not here to harm you. I only request that you release the power of the contract binding my wife."

The sacred beast seemed to understand his words, a strange light flashing in its eyes. But it did not lower its guard; instead, it made a move to attack.

“If you insist on fighting,” Gu Ye drew his longsword, “then I have no choice but to offend you.”

Just then, a familiar voice suddenly rang out from behind: "Gu Ye!"

Gu Ye turned around abruptly and saw Murong Xuewei staggering towards him. Her face was as pale as paper, and she was only wearing a thin cloak, looking like she was about to collapse.

"Why are you here? Go back!" Gu Ye shouted.

Murong Xuewei ignored him and stumbled to his side, saying, "Let's go back quickly, you're no match for the snow bear..."

Before she could finish speaking, she suddenly closed her eyes and fainted in Gu Ye's arms.

"Xue Wei!" Gu Ye caught her in his arms. At that moment, the sacred beast suddenly pounced on them.

Gu Ye picked up Murong Xuewei and quickly retreated, but his physical condition wasn't strong enough to support his rapid movement. Fortunately, Zhang Jing and Lan'er arrived just in time. Zhang Jing threw out several pills, which exploded in the snow, creating thick smoke. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Lan'er stepped forward to provide cover, allowing Gu Ye to retreat with Murong Xuewei.

"Run!" Zhang Jing shouted, throwing out several more pills to block the sacred beast.

Gu Ye gritted his teeth and carried Murong Xuewei as they fled through the wind and snow. He could feel the person in his arms breathing weaker and weaker, and he was anxious but helpless.

When they finally returned to the tribe, Gu Ye was exhausted. Zhang Jing and Lan'er also arrived safely shortly after, and Zhang Jing immediately took Murong Xuewei's pulse.

“Her condition is not good,” Zhang Jing said, his brow furrowed. “The power of the contract has depleted too much of her energy; she needs immediate medical attention.”

Gu Ye gripped Murong Xuewei's hand tightly: "No matter the cost, you must save her."

Zhang Jing nodded and immediately began preparing the medicinal herbs. Lan'er helped from the side, and they were busy in the house all night.

As dawn broke, Murong Xuewei's complexion improved slightly. Gu Ye stayed by her bedside, gently wiping the cold sweat from her forehead. Although they hadn't been able to break the contract's power this time, at least she was alive. As long as she was alive, there was still hope.

Gu Ye secretly vowed to himself that he would find a way to save her. Even if it meant risking his life, he would find a way to break the contract.

Murong Xuewei had only been back in the tribe for a short time when she suddenly clutched her chest and coughed violently. A mouthful of blood gushed out, and she collapsed to the ground, completely exhausted.

"Xuewei!" Gu Ye hugged her tightly and noticed that her body was getting cold rapidly.

Zhang Jing immediately stepped forward to take her pulse, his expression changing drastically: "This is bad, her life force is rapidly slipping away!"

The witch doctor rushed over upon hearing the news, and upon seeing the scene, sighed, "It really happened..."

"Witch Doctor, please save her!" Gu Ye pleaded, his voice filled with an unprecedented urgency as he held the unconscious Murong Xuewei in his arms.

The witch doctor shook his head: "This is beyond my control. It's a pact between her and the sacred beast; no one can interfere."

"A contract? What contract?" Gu Ye asked eagerly.

The witch doctor looked at the unconscious Murong Xuewei and said in a deep voice, "She made a life-for-life deal with the sacred beast, exchanging her own life for a chance to save you. Now the contract has taken effect, and her life is slowly slipping away."

"No..." Gu Ye held Murong Xuewei tightly, his voice trembling, "There must be another way..."

The witch doctor's expression was grave: "You must leave immediately. Staying in the far north will only hasten the contract's completion. Taking her back to a warmer place might buy her some time."

"But......"

“No buts,” the witch doctor interrupted him, “leave now, or you won’t even have one last chance.”

Zhang Jing stepped forward to support Gu Ye: "She's right, we must set off immediately."

Lan'er quickly packed some necessities and prepared to set off. Gu Ye carefully picked up Murong Xuewei; her body was already as cold as ice.

The witch doctor watched them leave and murmured, "May God protect us..."

On the way out of the tribe, Gu Ye held Murong Xuewei tightly, feeling her faint breaths. There was a time when he thought losing her once was the greatest pain. But now, watching helplessly as she succumbed to her life to save him, this despairing helplessness almost tore him apart.

“Xuewei,” he whispered in her ear, “you can’t leave me…”

Zhang Jing led the way, while Lan'er kept watch behind. The blizzard in the far north continued to rage, but no one cared. At this moment, they had only one thought in their minds—they had to get Murong Xuewei away from here as soon as possible.

Just then, Murong Xuewei suddenly coughed up another mouthful of blood, her breath growing even weaker. Gu Ye's heart ached, and he quickened his pace. He knew he was racing against time.

A gust of wind whistled past his ears, and Zhang Jing suddenly stopped, his brows furrowed. Lan'er also noticed something was wrong and looked around warily.

"There's a murderous aura," Zhang Jing said in a low voice. "There are at least ten people around."

Gu Ye instinctively pulled Murong Xuewei closer, his eyes sharpening. Although his body hadn't fully recovered, his years of battlefield experience immediately put him on high alert.

“They are from Nanzhao.” Lan’er recognized the figure that was faintly visible in the wind and snow. “Judging from their attire, they should be the Holy Maiden’s personal guards.”

"The Holy Maiden's personal guards, why are they in this far north?"

Before he could finish speaking, an arrow pierced the air, but Zhang Jing swiftly struck, shattering it with a single palm strike. Immediately afterward, more than a dozen figures emerged from the snowstorm, surrounding them completely.

"Hand over Murong Xuewei," the leader of the men in black said coldly.

Gu Ye sneered: "Just you guys?"

"No matter whose guards you are, since you've come to capture her, be prepared to die." With that, Gu Ye carefully handed Murong Xuewei to Lan'er. "Take good care of her."

Lan'er nodded and accepted it, and Zhang Jing stepped forward to shield her. Gu Ye flexed his wrists, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. Although his body wasn't fully recovered, it was enough to deal with these people.

"Kill!" The man in black gave the order, and all the assassins attacked simultaneously.

Instead of retreating, Gu Ye advanced, directly confronting the two nearest assassins. His moves were swift and decisive, showing no trace of his previous injuries. Zhang Jing, on the other hand, moved around on the other side, occasionally flicking out a finger; each strike brought down an assassin.

However, at that moment, Murong Xuewei's condition suddenly worsened, and she coughed up another mouthful of blood. Lan'er exclaimed, "Oh no! Madam's breath is getting weaker and weaker!"

Upon hearing this, Gu Ye's eyes flashed with murderous intent. He held nothing back, unleashing his full power, each move deadly. In a short time, three assassins lay dead in pools of blood. The rest, seeing the situation was dire, quickly retreated.

"Retreat!" The leader of the men in black gave the order, and everyone disappeared into the snowstorm in the blink of an eye.

Gu Ye didn't have time to pursue her; he immediately returned to Murong Xuewei's side. Her face was even paler than before, and her lips were completely bloodless.

“We must speed things up,” Zhang Jing said gravely. “The Empress won’t last much longer. And… these assassins are just the vanguard; there are definitely more to come.”