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

Do not!

It's not a thorn!

The moment the ice cones completely solidified, Feng Siyue noticed that they were delicate, ornate ice blades!

The blood streaks on the icy blade spread to their tips, gradually revealing a transparent, icy blue wrist!

Those were... a dozen or so people with cold expressions, dressed in white robes!

Long white hair, white eyes, and a bloodless face.

A chill permeated the air!

Most of their auras have already reached the early stage of the Spirit King realm!

This shape.....

Yan Nanfei's expression hardened slightly. "Who is it?"

Judging by appearance, this isn't a normal human being!

Feng Siyue said in a low voice, "Give it a try."

Yan Nanfei pulled out a long sword with a unique shape inlaid with golden gemstones. Wherever it went, the light that burst from the wounds was like lightning, reflecting golden lightning patterns on their bodies!

Then, 'Bang!'

Countless explosions rang out, and dazzling fireworks burst forth, scattering colorful light across the pure white, transparent ice surface!

The chill in the air seemed to have lessened considerably.

"Feng Rou, this is pretty good!"

Qingqing lay back in the chair and praised her aloud.

Its gaze fell upon the gemstone, its pure gold standing out starkly against the white world. Even more striking was the pale golden mist emanating from it, swirling around the longsword.

Feng Rou lay half-reclined by the pool, her voice drowsy, "This kind of attribute-less weapon was originally created by the Shadow Clan to deal with many powerful beings in the Void Realm, and now it is being put to good use."

Yan Nanfei, blinded by rage, traversed the spirit realm, unconcerned even when surrounded and attacked.

The prolonged exhaustion also made them even more enraged!

"hiss!!"

Hundreds of people flew out of the frozen lake, all wielding ice blades, and attacked Yan Nanfei. The sight was chilling.

"Oh!"

"Stab!"

Countless sharp sounds rang out, and the woman's expression turned somewhat solemn.

Their numbers are abnormally high!

Feng Siyue stood on high ground, watching the wandering spirits that were constantly being scattered and replenished. She looked thoughtfully at the unfrozen lake and flicked a wisp of blue lotus spirit fire from her fingertip.

The Azure Lotus Spirit Flame left its body and chased straight towards the nearest wandering spirit, disappearing silently in the blink of an eye.

It seems that it works just as well.

Time passed second by second, and Yan Nanfei was already showing signs of fatigue, with a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.

They can’t kill them all, they can’t kill them all at all!

Feng Siyue then said, "Withdraw."

"Yes!"

Upon hearing this, Yan Nanfei drew his sword and retreated while continuing to fight.

The two left from the right side of the lake.

After running for a short while, the persistent swarm of wandering spirits behind them suddenly retreated, which made Yan Nanfei a little puzzled. "Why did they stop chasing?"

Feng Siyue glanced thoughtfully at their somewhat resolute backs, "Heal your wounds first."

"it is good."

"Squeak."

The sound of snapping branches rang in his ears. Yan Nanfei, who had only been healing for half an hour, turned to look at the woods on his right and asked warily, "Who!?"

There was no response from the snowy forest, as if the sound just now was merely an illusion.

She got up, took out a dagger, and slowly walked towards the source of the commotion, warning, "Aren't you coming out? Do you think you have too long to live?"

A small, frightened voice rang out.

"No... I was just passing by..."

A girl, about fourteen or fifteen years old, emerged from the bushes, her clothes patched.

She tried to remain calm, but her hands were trembling.

Yan Nanfei sized her up. "Passing by the Abyss of Evil Spirits? You stared there for a quarter of an hour. Do you think I'm blind?"

Is she that easy to fool?

Seeing that she couldn't hide it any longer, the woman hurriedly explained, "It's true! I originally intended to find a Seven-Rank Flower at the edge of the Evil Spirit Abyss and leave, but I got lost in the blizzard. I didn't follow you on purpose, and I wouldn't have dared to have such a thought..."

"Seven flowers?"

Yan Nanfei turned to look at Feng Siyue, who hadn't woken up despite being disturbed.

The latter's voice was calm, "The Seven Flowers are the most important medicinal material for treating the Mossy Water Plague. They only grow on the edge of the Evil Spirit Abyss. These flowers are conceived in spring. Why are you looking for them at this time?"

Moss plague is an uncommon type of poisonous disease that typically breaks out when people ingest moss from rivers in the spring.

Those affected by the moss plague become emaciated, their bodies covered in terrifying, seaweed-like fleshy strips, and they die within three days.

"Moss-covered plague?"

Yan Nanfei was startled, then his face darkened.

“I’ve heard of the Mossy Water Plague. It only happens in the Desolate Flame Thunder Continent. Little girl, your lie is a bit unrealistic.”

Seeing their disbelief, the girl panicked and repeated, "It's true, I'm not lying to you! There really is a mossy plague in our city..."

Yan Nanfei frowned.

The girl's expression didn't seem like she was lying.

Could it be that they came all the way from the Desolate Flame Thunder Continent?

"Wow, such a dense aura of death."

Feng Siyue, who was meditating, opened her eyes.

"Death energy?"

Feng Rou yawned and hummed in agreement.

"The deathly aura on this person must have come from being surrounded by corpses for a long time. Also, I smelled the scent of 'plague' on her."

疫？

Feng Siyue didn't quite understand, "You can smell this thing??"

Qingqing came to Feng Rou's side, admiring her own handsome face through the water, and explained, "One of the talents of the Spirit Cloud Shark is its absolute perception of natural disasters such as plagues."

It turned out to be the case.

Feng Siyue nodded, "I understand."

Feng Rou combed her braids, adorning them with tiny pearls. "With such a dense aura of death, at least hundreds of thousands of people must have died."

so much?

No news of a major epidemic has been reported in the Wildfire Thunder Province.

Feng Siyue asked,

"Where in the Desolate Flame Thunder Continent is your hometown?"

The girl's eyes showed a hint of wariness, but she remained silent.

"Think it through. Silence is not the way to solve problems. Every second you delay, the person you care about will get closer to death."

The girl's eyelashes trembled slightly, taken aback by her words, before she finally spoke, "Pearl County, Zhenhe Township."

"Zhenhe Township?"

Yan Nanfei was slightly taken aback. "Isn't that the first place we passed through after leaving the Abyss of Evil Spirits?"

Her expression grew cold. "A string of lies!"

The girl panicked, "I'm telling the truth!"

Feng Siyue replied, "The waterways of Xuejing Prefecture are frozen year-round, and it's not spring yet, so there's absolutely no possibility of moss growing. Moreover, there's never been a record of moss-water plague in Xuejing Prefecture. How much of what you're saying is true?"

The girl's face turned pale, whether from fright or the cold, it was hard to tell. Seeing that they still didn't believe her, she could only retort angrily.

"Fine, if you don't believe me, then may I leave now?"

She turned to leave, but then heard the woman in black speak again, “A river that is frozen all year round does not mean that all rivers are frozen. There may be places that we do not know about. As for the so-called spring-limited season, that is only based on past medical diagnosis.”

The girl paused, turning her head to look at the woman in black, unsure of what she wanted to say.

"What do you want to say?"

Feng Siyue looked over, his voice very faint.

"What's your name?"

The girl hesitated for a moment, then said, "Song Jinlan."

Feng Siyue said, "Now that you're here, you should know that there are no Seven Flowers outside the Evil Spirit Abyss."