The Emperor's Domineering Favor, the Evil Consort's Unparalleled Reign

"Get lost!" The man in black's eyes were as cold as frost and as sharp as swords. Upon seeing Ying Li, he couldn't help but exhale a breath of icy air, which carried a bone-chilling coldness that made Ying Li shiver.

"Brother Yin Huan, what's wrong with you? It's me, A Li. We just separated a while ago. Don't you remember me?" Ying Li let go of Yi Bicheng's hand. Snowflakes fell on her shoulders and drifted away in the wind. Time seemed to stand still. She looked at him with surprise and expectation.

"I'm going to kill you!" Yi Bicheng ignored the conversation between Ying Li and the man in black. He clutched his chest with his right hand and reached for the Northern Red Plum Fan, which the man in black had knocked aside, with his left. Even though he was seriously injured, his intense hatred was not diminished in the slightest.

"If you had paid more attention to her back then, Lingyun wouldn't have died so tragically! She loved you so much, but in the end, she could only lie in a cold coffin. Now I'm going to kill you for her!" Yi Bicheng gritted his teeth. His spiritual power suddenly increased more than tenfold, and his cultivation level instantly entered the divine cultivation level. The wind of spiritual power brought up a gust of white snow around him.

"Whether I pay attention to her or not is my own business, and whether she lives or dies is her own business. How can I let an outsider like you criticize her! Isn't it a bit too late for you to want revenge for her now? Where were you three years ago?!" The man in black ignored Ying Li and fixed his gaze on Yi Bicheng. His face remained expressionless. Even when talking about the woman's life or death, a cold, detached, and calm demeanor could be seen on his face.

Is this really Yin Huan? Ying Li's palms trembled. Despite the cold weather, she was covered in sweat. Beads of sweat trickled down her forehead, frozen by the cold. Her lips turned purple, and her eyes were fixed on the black-clad man in the distance who looked exactly like Yin Huan. Her face was pale.

He clearly has the same appearance as Yin Huan, but their personalities are completely different. If it were Yin Huan, he would never be so cold and ruthless. He would never be!

"Thump thump thump!" Yi Bicheng stomped his right foot on the ground and shot towards the man in black again without saying a word. The man in black's eyes narrowed and his lips curled up slightly. His right hand hung at his side as he slowly gathered spiritual power. After Yi Bicheng's body shot in front of him, he suddenly stretched his right hand forward.

"Bang!" Another muffled sound rang out, and Yi Bicheng's body was heavily struck by the spiritual energy and sent flying backward once more. The Northern Red Plum Fan was lost in the air and wobbled. A strong gravitational force pulled the Northern Red Plum Fan towards him, and it finally landed steadily in the hands of the man in black.

"Pfft!" Yi Bicheng felt a metallic taste in his throat and couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood. His face was covered in sweat and had no color in it. He was trembling all over, and his hot breath was floating in the air. His hair was covered with a layer of white frost. He was panting heavily and looked at the man in black with a look of resentment and hatred.

He resented the man in black for making Ling Yun's love seem worthless and for completely severing ties between them. How could he be so nonchalant?! Ling Yun was his cousin, how could he stand here without any shame while Ling Yun lay permanently in the coffin, never to wake up again!

Yi Bicheng also hated himself for being so powerless. He felt powerless about Ling Yun's death, and he couldn't even withstand a single move from the man in black. He could only let the man knock him into the mud again and again, unable to move. He hated it!

Ying Li's expression changed drastically. Yi Bicheng was recklessly absorbing forbidden drugs to increase his spiritual power. If it backfired, it would cause great harm to himself, and he would have no chance of defeating the person opposite him.

In his haste, Ying Li tore off his cloak and draped it over Yi Bicheng. When he touched Yi Bicheng's shoulder, Ying Li froze. Yi Bicheng was almost cold; the icy touch sent chills down his spine. Meeting Yi Bicheng's persistent gaze, Ying Li suddenly smiled helplessly.

The two men from back then were locked in a fierce struggle, while Ling Yun lay quietly not far away, watching silently. Ying Li didn't know what to feel. Looking at the man in black opposite her, she felt as if there was a hateful pebble in her heart, constantly bouncing and rubbing against her chest, causing her a sharp pain.

Yi Bicheng was struck to the ground, her black brocade belt falling to the ground, and the Winter Night Grass being flung away, landing in broad daylight. The man in black looked at the two spiritual herbs, reached out and picked them up. His eyes darted around as he looked at Yi Bicheng, who was lying on the ground unable to move, and said, word by word, "What a madman! You think you can save her with these?! Don't dream! I won't kill you today, but if there's a next time, I definitely won't hold back!"

After saying that, he returned the Northern Red Plum Fan and the two Winter Night Grassland seals to Yi Bicheng without moving them. He then turned around abruptly, not even glancing at Ying Li, whose eyes looked somewhat hurt, and prepared to leave the place.

It felt like a needle was piercing her heart, yet she couldn't move forward even an inch. What was she anyway? She was just a woman saved by Yin Huan; perhaps she was just a passerby, nothing special at all.

"As long as I find the Bone Ring, I will definitely be able to save her. Once Lingyun wakes up, I will never let her get close to you again!" Yi Bicheng struggled to get up, tore off his cloak and draped it over Ying Li. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, carefully picked up the Winter Night Grass, his eyes filled with anticipation and hope.

The man in black paused, then turned around and sneered, "Do you really want to bring Ling Yun back to life? If you truly mean it, why are you entangled with the woman beside you? Don't think I can't see through you. Yi Bicheng, put your hand on your heart and tell me, why did you bring a woman with you when you visited Ling Yun? Are you here to tell Ling Yun that you've found the love of your life, and that you're only saving her to satisfy your guilt?! If so, please leave. Ling Yun is sleeping soundly and doesn't want you two, this lovesick fool, to disturb her life."

Ying Li listened to every word, her initial disappointment turning into a heart-wrenching pain. Although she didn't know what the pain was for, she just didn't want to hear the other person say that she had any contact with others.

Yi Bicheng's eyes were almost crazed. "Shut up!" He took two quick steps, wanting to say something, but his legs suddenly went weak and he fell into the snow. His abdomen churned and he spat out another mouthful of blood. The blood fell on the snow in front of him, forming tiny red plum blossoms.

"What right do you have to slander others like this?! I have no right to comment on your relationship with Sister Wei, but how dare you humiliate Brother Yi like this?! You are nothing but a monster without feelings or compassion!" Ying Li shouted, exhaling breaths of white air, which he then inhaled as cold air, his heart aching.

"Girl, don't be impulsive. He has no intention of harming you. If you anger him, with his unfathomable spiritual power, you two will be in deep trouble. We cultivate spiritually together. Last time I used my limit to save you, and I definitely can't do that this time. Don't be impulsive. Take Yi Bicheng and leave here, quickly." The alluring man said urgently, afraid that Ying Li would do something irreversible.

Ying Li did not answer. She stood in the snow with an angry expression. The snow fell heavier and heavier, and the snowflakes hit her head and body, as if this woman had become one with heaven and earth.

"And what right do you have to stand here?!" The man in black raised an eyebrow, looking at the black bracelet on Ying Li's right hand, and said coldly, "You knew he was looking for the Bone Ring, and you clearly had a string of Seven Star Bone Rings on your hand, so why didn't you tell Yi Bicheng directly?!"

Ying Li's face paled, and he subconsciously looked down at the black bracelet on his hand. He could actually see it? What kind of cultivation level did he have?! Even his grandfather, who was at the third level of the Spirit Master realm, didn't know how far this seventeen-year-old boy had cultivated his spiritual power! Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, Ying Li hurriedly looked at Yi Bicheng.

Yi Bicheng was also startled. He looked at Ying Li with a strange look in his eyes. Ying Li looked at him with a guilty look in her eyes. She didn't mean to hide it; she did have her own reasons.

The man in black smiled and continued, "Heh, I saw through you. You still say you have nothing to do with Yi Bicheng, but did you know that after telling Yi Bicheng about the Bone Ring, Ling Yun would wake up, and you would no longer be able to be with Yi Bicheng, so you chose to hide it?!"

"Shut up!" Ying Li shouted, her voice filled with hysterical pain.

"What are you trying to argue about? If what I said isn't true, then why didn't you tell Yi Bicheng about the Bone Ring?! A woman of your status, who knows how much effort you put into climbing up to Yi Bicheng of Tianfu, who knows how much effort you put into obtaining the Seven Star Bone Ring? A woman of your status..."

"Slap!" The man in black turned his head sharply to the side. Ying Li rushed to him angrily and slapped him across the face without hesitation, stopping him from finishing his sentence.

Yi Bicheng was somewhat stunned, and Ying Li...

"I won't allow you to talk about me like that! You still saved a woman like me?! What kind of woman am I?!" Ying Li's lips trembled incessantly. She looked at the man in black, her eyes filled with sorrow, but even more so with stubbornness.

The Seven Star Bone Ring continuously gathered spiritual power from her right hand. At this moment, Ying Li was enveloped in a blue spiritual light that surrounded her and the man in black. Snowflakes drifted in the vortex of spiritual power, landing in front of Ying Li and the man. Between heaven and earth, and between the two of them, time seemed to stand still, creating a cold and exquisite beauty. The man in black looked down at Ying Li's stubborn eyes, suddenly lost in thought, a strange emotion flashing in his eyes. Finally, that emotion disappeared along with the blue spiritual power surrounding Ying Li.

"Get out of the way!" He coldly pushed Ying Li to the ground, splashing up a cloud of snowflakes. Ying Li slumped in the snow, watching the black-clad man resolutely turn and leave. After a long while, she finally came to her senses. As if to comfort herself, Ying Li murmured, "He just looks like him. He's not Yin Huan, he definitely isn't."

She looked up at Wei Lingyun lying in the coffin beneath the icefall, as if she were looking at herself. The feeling of sorrow made Ying Li feel that she could no longer feel warm.