Female lead: No, it's me again??

Xie Zinan glanced at him. "Do you think I'd believe that?"

"Then there's nothing we can do."

Su Qingfeng shrugged. "That's exactly what I think. And to be able to kill Su Xue in the heavily guarded palace, their strength shouldn't be underestimated."

"I also have a love for talent."

This is a bad habit.

Xie Zinan couldn't help but advise him, "Have your people checked? Are you sure it's her? Don't let it turn out to be just a case of the same name and surname, and all your efforts come to nothing."

"Don't worry, I know better than anyone whether it's her or not."

The young man's gaze was slightly unfocused.

After all, this person was still in the auction house when Su Xue died... openly threatening him.

Xie Zinan then stopped asking about it.

only……

What does "the clearest thing" mean?

There seems to be something she doesn't know about this.

The Abyss of Evil Spirits is a seven-day journey from Snow Crystal Imperial City.

Snow Crystal Prefecture is covered in ice and snow all year round. Along the route from Snow Crystal Imperial City to Endless Snow Mountain, there is nothing but white and no other color.

Yan Nanfei returned the next afternoon, bringing bad news.

"You mean, the night before last, a woman named Mingli broke into the palace, killed the Third Princess, and left her name behind?"

"Yes."

"Master, what a coincidence!"

Even as geese fly south, one can sense that there seems to be a hand controlling everything in the darkness.

If Yan Nanfei could detect it, how could Feng Siyue not?

She said, "I haven't used the name Mingli for long. If it's targeting me, the scope of suspicion isn't very large. But how many people in the world are named Mingli?"

"Have Luo Qi investigate. Several people named Ming Li have appeared in Snow Crystal Imperial City these past few days."

"Yes."

Yan Nanfei made a hand seal, and peony flowers appeared. She whispered a few words, and then the flowers dispersed.

After finishing his business, Yan Nanfei spoke.

"This morning, Luo Er sent a message saying that Elder Chen's granddaughter has arrived in the valley, as well as... Xiao Hua and her fellow disciples."

"arrive?"

"Ah."

Feng Siyue asked, "How many came?"

Yan Nanfei paused, "Their relatives and friends have all come."

"In that case, let Luo Er begin."

At night, the two casually found a tree to rest near the convoy.

Yan Nanfei looked at the girl surrounding Zhu Liu and said, "Master, you suspect that Lin Shan is being controlled by someone, why don't you ask her directly?"

Feng Siyue sat cross-legged on a tree branch, her voice calm, "What can a set of clothes and a kite prove? Since the other party is trying to lure me along, there will naturally be times when they can't sit still."

Yan Nanfei said with some worry, "But we don't know their identity..."

"Don't worry, what's meant to come will come."

Feng Siyue lowered her eyes, concealing the deep thoughts within.

That outfit was what Ali wore in Fengning Village. You know that, does that mean... you also know about our past? Or even our real names?

The villagers of Fengning Village all perished in that sacrifice. Who... could you be?

In the quiet night, the wind and snow suddenly intensified.

She opened her eyes and vanished from the spot.

At the top of the dense forest, shrouded in night, Feng Siyue landed, her voice soft, "Come out."

Before the person appeared, a voice came, "You are Ming Li?"

Feng Siyue spoke up, "You're calling me in the middle of the night, you wouldn't ask such a stupid question."

The voice was neither male nor female, yet it revealed a sharp, high-pitched tone, "Hmph! You little brat, you've got a sharp tongue. Today is your death day!!"

The leaves rustled softly behind him. Feng Siyue remained calm, then with a backhand thrust of Xing Li, he pierced his opponent's heart in an instant!

The girl wasn't even interested in seeing the incredulous look in his eyes, and said calmly, "Next time, send someone stronger."

After saying that, she drew her sword.

Blood gushes out!

The person fell to the ground.

Feng Siyue approached the fallen corpse and ripped off its face mask. The man's face was covered in something, and it was deathly pale and strange.

Such an outfit.....

royal.

Someone informed on them.

"Hey? Lin Shan, where's your Windbird?"

Inside the tent, Fu Xiang looked at the empty birdcage and asked.

Lin Shan, who was lying to the side, yawned. "That little guy thinks it's too cold outside and refuses to come out of the beast enclosure."

"There's nothing we can do but let it be."

Fu Xiang rubbed her arms, quickly burrowed into the covers, and complained, "Yeah, Snowscape Prefecture is so cold! It's the complete opposite of the extreme climate of Wildfire Thunder Prefecture!"

"Hi~"

"I want to finish this quickly and go home. I can't take it anymore!"

Lin Shan said, "Go to sleep."

"Ah."

In the dim night, a man stood guard by the fire.

"Oh?"

"Did you see clearly?"

A faint sound came from the air.

Upon hearing this, Su Qingfeng's eyes blazed even brighter. "It seems that our ally is indeed not to be underestimated."

He sighed,

"Some people are just asking for trouble."

The next day, the snow fell even harder, especially in the afternoon, when the biting wind made people shiver.

Yan Nanfei couldn't stand the weather, so he put on two thick cloaks and asked, "Hiss... Master, the snow in Snow Crystal Prefecture is beautiful, but does it really never melt?"

it's too cold!

How did the cultivators of Snow Crystal State survive?

Feng Siyue hummed in agreement, "It never melts."

Yan Nanfei rubbed his hands in disbelief. "This... with the increasingly cold temperatures and the fact that Snow Crystal Prefecture has the least resources among the five prefectures, can the cultivators and common people survive?"

Feng Siyue closed her eyes and sat in meditation, her tone ordinary, "If you can endure it, keep enduring it; if you can't, sleep forever with the snow, and you won't even need a coffin or a tomb."

The land of Xuejingzhou is the burial ground for countless corpses.

"Is this so..."

Yan Nanfei blinked, unable to help but feel a little sympathetic. "The climate really limits the cultivators here, but such weather should be an excellent place for ice spirit roots to cultivate!"

It's a pity that there are very few cultivators with ice spirit roots.

"It's strange, really. Of the five states, the climates of Zhongzhou, Senyang Hengzhou, and Qinghe Luozhou are all quite similar, only Xuejingzhou and Huangyan Leizhou are characterized by extreme cold and scorching heat..."

"Master, why do you think so?"

why?

Something seemed to flash through Feng Siyue's mind, and she said, "I just remembered a legend. It is said that the former Snow Crystal Prefecture was not called Snow Crystal Prefecture, but Hundred Spirits Immortal Prefecture."

"Inhabited by strange creatures tens of thousands of times more numerous than the other three states, it is the most beautiful continent in the Fantasy Universe."

"There are rumors that it was the birthplace of ancient ghosts and demons. Later, for some unknown reason, the Hundred Spirits Immortal Continent was covered by heavy snow within a month, and it has remained so ever since."

Feng Siyue had been wandering for many years, and this legend was told to her unintentionally by a dying old man.

However, throughout the millennia of history of the Illusionary Universe Continent, there has never been a record of the Hundred Spirits Immortal Continent.

and many more!

Bai Ling Xian Zhou?

The Spirit Tablet!?

Feng Siyue frowned; the coincidences were getting more and more frequent.

"Ghostly Demon?"

Yan Nanfei asked, "Could it be that the ghosts and demons caused the suffering of humankind, leading to Heaven's punishment upon the Hundred Spirits Immortal Continent?"

Feng Siyue shook her head.

"No, the Ghost Demon slaughtered the human world after that. The legends of Bailing Immortal Continent can be traced back to tens of millions of years ago, and the authenticity of the legends remains to be verified."

Is there any connection between these two things?

Is it a legend?

Yan Nanfei didn't think about it anymore.