The villain, Xiao Nanliang, caused the female lead excruciating pain.

The two wandered around the main hall until they finally arrived at a hidden door.

"You... need to be mentally prepared."

With a complicated expression, Du Yunyi opened the restriction on the door and pushed it open.

In that pitch-black room, where it was almost impossible to see one's own hand in front of one's face, only a faint luminous pearl cast a few pale rays of light.

In the very center of the room, an ice bed emanated a chilling aura, and a person lay quietly on it, like a snow lotus about to wither.

Her face was as pale as paper, devoid of any color. Her once exquisite beauty was now shrouded in the shadow of death, making her appear both tragic and heartbreaking.

Beneath her tightly closed eyes, her long, curled eyelashes trembled slightly, like the wings of a wounded butterfly. Her lips had lost their former rosy hue, turning a pale, almost transparent purple.

Her silver hair was scattered messily on the icy bed, seemingly blending into the coldness and adding to the desolate atmosphere. Her white robe now appeared loose and powerless, clinging to her frail body, as if she might be swallowed up by life at any moment.

His breathing was so faint it was almost imperceptible; each labored gasp seemed like the last struggle of his life.

On the ground nearby, several dark red bloodstains could be seen, a heartbreaking sight.

Mu Fei'er's pupils trembled slightly upon seeing this scene.

"I used the Thousand-Year Ice to temporarily slow down his injuries. If he had received timely treatment immediately after being injured, he wouldn't have been in mortal danger. But he recklessly took the Rejuvenation Pill, overdrawing his life force. With his current mere Foundation Establishment cultivation, he simply cannot withstand the overdraft of the Rejuvenation Pill..."

Du Yunyi sighed and gave Mu Feier a cold glance.

"I really don't know what's so great about you that makes him work so hard for you?"

Mu Feier pursed her lips; she didn't know the answer to that question either.

With somewhat heavy steps, he arrived at the bed of ice.

Su Qi's exquisitely beautiful face was sickly pale, her brows furrowed from time to time, and her lips trembled slightly, as if she were enduring unspeakable pain.

For the first time, Mufiel was taking a close look at this face that she used to hate.

I used to secretly read some storybooks, and they always described seriously ill female protagonists who exuded a kind of morbid beauty.

When Mu Fei'er saw this part, she didn't believe it. She had seen how miserable people suffering from illness could be.

But now, she had to admit that Su Qi, lying quietly, did indeed possess a morbid beauty. It made one feel an irresistible urge to pity him and hold him in one's arms to cherish him.

This is inevitable, after all, a certain mother and son spent an entire hour researching how to become more beautiful while ill.

A gentle breeze blew in from the doorway, carrying a strand of silver hair into Su Qi's mouth.

Mufi hesitated slightly, but finally reached out and brushed aside the strand of silver hair.

Su Qi, who was "unconscious," seemed to sense it, his eyelashes trembling as he struggled to open his eyelids slightly.

His clear eyes seemed shrouded in a thin mist, making it impossible for him to see clearly.

"Senior Sister Du...?"

His voice was weak and tinged with doubt.

Mu Feier pursed her lips, unsure of how to face Su Qi. Seeing his eagerness to see clearly, she subconsciously moved a little closer.

"How are you?"

The voice had softened somewhat compared to its previous coldness.

As if finally seeing the person in front of him clearly, Su Qi's previously lifeless eyes regained a slight light.

"Mayfair?"

The voice was filled with disbelief and doubt.

He seemed unable to believe that Mufier would come to see him.

Just as Mu Feier was about to say something more, she saw Su Qi give a bitter smile.

"Am I dreaming again? Only in my dreams can I see you!"

His fingers twitched, and he struggled to raise his hand, wanting to touch the face he had longed for day and night.

Out of her previous aversion, Mu Feier instinctively wanted to hide, but she held back when she thought of Su Qi's impending death.

She pursed her lips slightly, waiting to be touched.

Su Qi's outstretched hand suddenly stopped, a tear welled up in her eye and slid down her limp hand.

Even in my dreams, do you still hate me?

A desolate smile appeared on his pale face. Suddenly, he coughed up a mouthful of blood and fell unconscious again.

A hint of panic and helplessness flashed in Mu Feier's eyes.

"Su Qi?!"

"Junior Brother Su!"

Before she could do anything, Du Yunyi pulled her in from behind and used her internal energy to help stabilize her injuries.

Du Yunyi only stopped when Su Qi's breathing returned to normal and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead. She then pulled Mu Feier out and closed the door again.

"Senior Sister Du..."

"What else do you have to say? Even a dying man can see your disgust for him, and you didn't even bother to pretend. Mu Feier, you need to know that he's not just your husband, but also your junior brother. Is it fun to provoke a dying man?"

Du Yunyi's suppressed anger erupted, and a look of utter disappointment appeared on her face.

Upon hearing this, Mu Feier realized that Du Yunyi had misunderstood and thought that she was deliberately provoking Su Qi, so she quickly explained.

"No, Senior Sister Du, I just... I just couldn't help it."

"Couldn't hold back?" Du Yunyi laughed angrily: "Doesn't this just prove that you despise and reject Junior Brother Su from the bottom of your heart? If that's the case, why do you still pretend to be heartbroken in front of me? Do you want to torment him a little more before he dies so that you'll be satisfied?"

He shook his head in annoyance and glared angrily.

"I shouldn't have believed your nonsense and let you come to see him."

Mufier was already overwhelmed with shame and desperately wanted to argue back.

But she knew very well that when Su Qi tried to touch her, she had subconsciously dodged.

Even though Su Qi did so much for her, even gave his life for her, she still harbored resentment towards him.

Seeing her silent expression, Du Yunyi felt extremely heartbroken.

"I really don't understand what you're thinking. Is there another man in this world who treats you better than Su Qi? What is it about him that you hate so much that you can't even pretend? You're dying because of your Junior Brother Su, Mu Fei'er!!!"

The sect leader's eyes reddened slightly, and he turned to leave in utter disappointment.

Noticing this, Mu Feier instinctively pulled her back.

Du Yunyi turned around angrily, emanating a faint aura of pressure.

"What, you're not satisfied with just killing him? You want to do it again?"

Under the weight of anger and pressure, Mu Feier avoided eye contact, her voice dry and hoarse as she asked.

"Senior Sister Du, do you...do you have a way to save him?"

Just as Du Yunyi was about to speak, she suddenly thought of something and lowered her head to think. After a long while, her eyes suddenly lit up.

"There is a way."

But as soon as she finished speaking, she shook her head.

"Forget it, it's better not to know than to try this method. To prevent you from feeling guilty and having your Dao heart shattered because you know, let's just pretend there's no other way. Anyway..."

She didn't finish her sentence, only letting out a cold laugh.

Hearing that the consequences would be so severe, Mu Feier was also frightened and seemed somewhat hesitant.

"See? Even if there was a way, you hesitated when it came to paying the price. Your act of wanting to save Su Qi was just an act for me. Stop pretending, it disgusts me!"

Du Yunyi couldn't bear to watch any longer, so she shook off Mu Feier's hand and turned to leave.