Famine and exile: I brought the Spirit Spring to save the entire Marquis's mansion.

On the riverbank, a woman, soaking wet, lay motionless, like a corpse.

An oddly behaving old monk began to fiddle with stones beside her, then lit candles and wrote talismans.

With a series of incantations, the woman slowly and stiffly sat up.

Stray hairs obscured her face, but her half-closed eyes were faintly visible; they were lifeless, empty, and her complexion was ashen.

The people who followed the trail were nearly driven mad by what they saw!

"Don't act rashly. He's not dead. He's guiding the soul! Interrupting him will make the princess go mad," Master Liu warned.

Yan Meng covered Xin Xuefu's mouth to prevent her from rushing over.

Even though the woman bit his hand in her rage, he felt no pain; his eyes were fixed ahead, filled with murderous ferocity.

If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, who would have imagined that the highly respected monk would look like such a demon?

In the past, when he went to Beijing, he would wait devoutly for three days and three nights, just to see his parents and pray for their well-being.

Unexpectedly, the golden light bestowed upon him by the world blinded everyone.

In the end, it was still a naive young man who saw through everything.

When Lu Shishen came to him and said he thought some kind of curse was very strange, he just laughed.

It turns out they were the ones who were stupid and dull.

Especially for the Huo family living in the capital, who have been exposed to the illusion since childhood, how could they possibly doubt it even slightly?

Yan Meng looked at Lu Shishen.

It was the first time I'd ever seen that handsome face contorted with rage.

He clenched his fists, his hatred tinged with intense pain.

That expression looks like...

"You old bald monk, you stole all the techniques of my Xuanmen sect! It's laughable how ignorant people are that they think our Xuanmen sect uses evil and crooked methods!"

After saying this with a voice full of resentment, Master Liu was the first to rush out.

Xin Xuefu broke free from Yan Meng and rushed over after him.

She thought that when they met for the first time in so long, she would see a dignified and graceful Princess Dingxi, standing high above and enjoying the people's admiration and respect, which was what she deserved.

Unexpectedly, before even entering the city gates, she heard news that she was in danger.

She never imagined that she would be tortured into such a state.

My heart aches so much I feel like I'm suffocating.

Crossing the Heart! Damn it! Damn it!

Sang Ning collapsed softly again, Du Xinqi losing all his composure.

If it's not even in the soul, where could it be hidden?

"Could it be that the Void Realm has escaped and returned to its true master?"

Du Xin's gaze turned somber as he suddenly sensed danger approaching from behind.

Without even looking, he waved his hand and threw out several fire talismans.

"You wicked Du Xin! You're using a talisman meant to cure illness to harm people!"

Master Liu waved his hand and chanted a fire-suppressing incantation, extinguishing the flames that had engulfed them.

Yan Meng and the others were shocked.

The fire seemed to have eyes; it stuck to them and they couldn't extinguish it.

He looked at the large hole burned in his chest and realized once again the unknown cultivation level of Du Xin.

This is different from their real, hard-earned skills.

It's very weird.

Xin Xuefu ignored them and took out all the hidden weapons on her body to attack Du Xin.

Her kung fu skills weren't very strong, after all, she hadn't practiced for very long and wasn't particularly talented, so Xinyue Rong focused on training her in hidden weapons and skillful techniques.

Her hidden weapons were all meticulously crafted: Rain of Pear Blossom Needles, Bone-Piercing Nails, and Sleeve Arrows; all her jewelry was concealed within them.

When unleashed simultaneously, their power is immense; only a master like Yan Meng, and even then, can dodge them while on guard.

but……

"Oh no!" Master Liu exclaimed in alarm, but it was too late to warn him.

Du Xin then threw out several more talismans, which hung in mid-air, seemingly forming an invisible wall around him.

Instantly, all the thrown weapons bounced back and flew in all directions.

Yan Meng quickly wrapped Xin Xuefu up and pinned her down, while throwing a pebble that hit Lu Shishen's knee.

Master Liu knocked the hidden weapon away, and Du Xin smiled contemptuously at him, leaped into the air, walked on the water, and quickly reached the other side of the river before disappearing in an instant.

What kind of symbol is being used?

The skill in guiding the mind has reached such a level!

Master Liu was somewhat lost in thought.

"Du Xin! I will definitely kill you! Kill you—" Xin Xue Fu got up and screamed with red eyes.

Then he rushed over and picked up Sang Ning, "Ning'er, wake up, wake up..."

"Taoist Master, please take a look and see what that evil monk has done to Ning'er!"

Master Liu hurried over.

Lifting Sang Ning's eyelids, one could see that the whites of her eyes were bluish and her pupils were grayish.

"It really is the Soul-Binding Curse!"

"Can you solve this, Taoist priest?"

Lu Shishen got up and, enduring the pain, pulled out the needles and nails that had been stuck in his body.

Fortunately, it didn't hit any vital organs, but the penetrating nail went in a bit too deep and will need to rest.

"The Soul-Binding Curse involves taking the hair of the person under the curse and using the blood of the person casting the curse. It can directly suppress the soul of the person under the curse. The method to break the curse is not difficult, but the cultivation level of the person breaking the curse must be higher than that of the person casting the curse."

"Doctor Zhang said you are a descendant of the Dongshan Xuanmen sect and practice orthodox Taoist arts." Lu Shishen looked at Master Liu with expectant eyes.

It must be solvable, right?

"I will do my best," said Master Liu.

He had been quite confident before, but after seeing Du Xin's masterful spell, he had lost all confidence.

Their Xuanmen sect, whose ancestors were suppressed and killed, has been passed down through generations, and there are hardly any true practitioners left.

In the Dongshan Xuanmen sect, only he and his senior brother remain, but his senior brother has been living in seclusion since he lost a battle with Duxin a few years ago.

Does this mean that the incantation of Du Xin is indeed superior to theirs?

"Please, Taoist priest, perform the ritual quickly. Crescent Moon Manor will be eternally grateful to you." Xin Xuefu took off her outer garment and covered Sang Ning with it, then looked up with teary eyes and pleaded.

"Put her down!"

Xin Xuefu quickly swept the stones on the ground with her sleeve, put Sang Ning down, and left the area.

Master Liu bit his finger and used the blood to draw talismans on Sang Ning's forehead, temples, and behind her ears, then began chanting incantations.

"Miss Xuefu, please help me remove the needle."

Yan Meng walked up to her and turned his back.

Several bone-piercing nails were inserted into his back, one of which almost pierced his spine!

Xin Xuefu was startled, only then remembering that it was Yan Meng who had protected her.

Lu Shishen wanted to step forward to help, but Yan Meng stopped him with a look.

Oh, I think I understand now.

So Lu Shishen sat down next to her, staring blankly at the lifeless Sang Ning.

Xin Xuefu pulled out the bone-piercing nail, then carefully searched for the hair-needle again to make sure there were none left before putting away all the hidden weapons.

"Just now, thank you."

"Don't be so polite, we're not strangers," Yan Meng said casually.

Yes, we all lived under the same roof and should have been family.

However, Shin-Shufu always felt a little uncomfortable around him.

She was still carrying the two small knife ornaments she wanted to return to him, but it wasn't appropriate to bring it up now. With tears streaming down her face, she looked at Sang Ning.

Yan Meng casually glanced at her face.

New Snowflake.

Snow-white skin, truly living up to its name.

"Please apply some more medicine."

He took out some wound medicine and handed it to her.

Just pull out the nail and leave it at that?