His Majesty is plotting a rebellion? Quickly, summon the Imperial Advisor!

When Shang Shoucheng reached the foot of the mountain, he looked back and saw that the top of Mount Hua was covered in purple clouds, and a fairy bridge was faintly visible.

He knew perfectly well that this was a battle of immortals, but his soldiers thought that it was because His Majesty had cultivated himself to a certain level and attracted the purple clouds, which they believed was probably an auspicious sign.

No wonder Commander Shang ordered them to retreat three miles away.

Presumably, they were afraid of disturbing His Majesty's peaceful repose.

Shang Shoucheng settled Zhou Xiaoyou at the foot of the mountain. Sometimes he looked up at the sky, and sometimes he looked into the distance. For a moment, he was caught in a dilemma, facing a difficult choice.

Should they gather their troops and go up the mountain to rescue people, or do nothing and wait quietly?

The former carries many risks. With so many soldiers and so many eyes and ears, if the deed is exposed, those ministers might seize the opportunity to make trouble.

Besides... can this really save His Majesty? Shang Shoucheng couldn't help but think to himself. The image of Xu Bing popped into his mind.

Is that man so easy to deal with?

Shang Shoucheng was uncertain, very uncertain.

......

Tianhua Mountain.

Mountain top.

The Purple Cloud Immortal displayed his divine power, his eyes turning purple, his killing intent intense.

A thousand wind blades swept to the left, and thousands of wind blades howled away. They were originally ordinary wind blades, but because they contained a touch of purple killing power, they became more swift and sharper.

Thousands of wind blades swept through, turning even falling snow into powder.

Xu Bing was completely unconcerned. Don't forget, his body was protected by a unique fragrance, making him impervious to all magic. Even if he stood still, the purple wind blades could not harm him in the slightest.

In fact, he hadn't used his full strength from the start of the fight until now, and he wasn't even taking it seriously.

He only wanted to force out Ziyun Xian's abilities and show him the style and skills of the immortal on the mountain.

The Purple Cloud Bridge Technique truly impressed him, but unfortunately, the Purple Cloud Immortal built a perilous bridge and held a mere illusory lamp. It would be no exaggeration to say that this technique was a waste of talent.

But before long, he frowned. It was because the Purple Cloud Immortal had been consumed by murderous intent and was completely disregarding Empress Ji Yuan.

The sweeping wind blades covered a vast area.

Empress Da Xi's expression tightened as she watched the wind blades hurtling towards her, and she tried to dodge. But her expression suddenly changed drastically. She had deliberately wrapped her right foot with vines to use the force to stabilize herself.

But now it became her stumbling block. She wanted to dodge to the side, but she was tripped up and fell hard, her whole body half-buried in the snow.

In the critical moment, she disregarded her disheveled state and rolled several times on the snow, dodging several more wind blades.

The spot where she had just been lying was grazed by the wind blades, sparks flying, which terrified her.

If it were a flesh-and-blood body, the consequences of being torn apart by these wind blades would be unimaginable. Ji Yuan, still terrified, accelerated his dodge. Though called a dodge, it was still more of a messy roll.

But this was ultimately a stopgap measure, as the wind blades became increasingly dense, almost covering the sky.

If she had her hands and feet free, she would be confident that she could avoid most of the dangers, or at least not lose her life.

The truth is, with her hands behind her back and her right foot entangled in vines, she couldn't get up, let alone dodge. She tried several times but couldn't stand up.

Her current situation is extremely awkward. The constraints on her body prevent her from standing up. Despite being a powerful expert at the ninth level of the Profound Realm, she is as helpless as a three-year-old child.

Seeing the wind blades rushing towards him, Ji Yuan was filled with grief and indignation. He never expected to die in this way; it was too humiliating and frustrating.

"Xu Bing! Quickly save me!!"

In desperation, she looked at a certain figure and shouted loudly, her voice filled with anger and pleading.

I'm eagerly waiting.

The instant her words fell.

Someone responded to his call, and in an instant, he stood in front of Ji Yuan, casually scattering the wind blades.

"Your Majesty, I thought you wouldn't cry for help," Xu Bingna's slightly playful voice came.

Ji Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, his back already soaked with cold sweat. Having just survived a brush with death, his emotions, which had finally calmed, were reignited by this one sentence, making him so angry his teeth ached. "You did this on purpose? You wouldn't have saved me if I hadn't called for you?"

"I will still save him," Xu Bing said without hesitation, his expression quite serious and sincere.

"..."

Looking at that face, Ji Yuan suddenly calmed down.

Her whole body relaxed, and she felt incredibly disconnected, yet she found a sense of security in the very man who had imprisoned her.

"He's gone mad."

Ji Yuan looked at the Purple Cloud Immortal.

The old man was suspended in mid-air, his long hair flying wildly, his eyes sharp with a purple glint. The purple cloud bridge behind him was also gradually revealing a hint of evil.

"There seems to be something strange about this Purple Cloud Bridge."

After observing carefully, Ji Yuan felt a sudden tightness in her chest and exclaimed in surprise.

"What, you recognize this technique?" Xu Bing felt that the technique was powerful, but he couldn't see anything strange about it.

Of course, it was because of his limited experience that he didn't know what was strange and what was ordinary.

“I don’t recognize him, but he’s clearly suffering from the backlash of the magic right now,” Ji Yuan said truthfully.

She then told Xu Bing that this was caused by forcibly activating the spell, and that the spell itself was somewhat evil.

"careful!"

suddenly.

Zi Yunxian condensed a purple light and swiftly shot it towards Xu Bing. Ji Yuan felt the terrifying killing power of the purple light and was startled.

The wind blades tinged with purple light were already incredibly sharp, capable of tearing flesh and crushing bones; this condensed purple light was likely even more formidable.

Xu Bing raised his hand in defense.

But then the purple light suddenly burst forth, transforming into countless points of light, as fine and dense as a torrential downpour, leaving no place to hide.

Ji Yuan, still lying on the ground, had a speechless expression mixed with anger.

That's enough! Your target is clearly Xu Bing, but why is every move you make aimed at me?

"My life is over." Ji Yuan sighed inwardly. Ever since she met Xu Bing, everything had been driving her crazy.

Xu Bing could withstand this move, but she couldn't.

"Minister Xu... save me one more time." Ji Yuan could only hope that Xu Bing still had some tricks up his sleeve.

Otherwise, she really would have died here.

Xu Bing looked at the countless points of light, pondered for a moment, and then summoned his Dao Lamp.

A small flame appeared on his chest.

Suddenly, the wind and snow stopped.

It was as if time had stopped; Xu Bing's long hair moved on its own without wind, and his clothes fluttered in the wind.

This black Taoist lamp was revealed to the world for the first time.

An endless aura swept out.

Ji Yuan was stunned. Her gaze was immediately drawn to the Taoist lamp. Looking at the lamp, she felt a chill run down her spine for some reason.

It was breathtakingly beautiful; it was the most magnificent thing in the world, surpassing all the porcelain, jade, and ornaments she had ever seen…

The lamplight was eerily purple, its body as black as dark stone, embroidered with roaring lion patterns, and shimmering with green and yellow light.

Every line and every path carries an ineffable profound meaning.

The moment this Taoist lamp appeared, everything seemed to pale in comparison, with the bright full moon serving as a mere backdrop.

Without comparison, there is no harm; Zi Yunxian's jade lamp appears as if it were a crudely made glass artifact.

At this moment, Xu Bing, holding a lantern and standing in the wind and snow, possesses an indescribable charm.

It is powerful, composed... and even a little eerie.

The appearance of this lamp surprised not only Ji Yuan, but also Zi Yunxian, whose face turned pale. The Zi Yun Bridge technique was also on the verge of collapse.

"How is this possible! How could there be such a lamp!"

"Just how many opportunities did you obtain! Just how many opportunities did you obtain in the Primordial Beginning!"

"You, a minister who has brought chaos to the country, what right do you have to receive such good fortune!"

Immortal Ziyun was on the verge of collapse. He thought he was about to die and felt neither joy nor sorrow, but the moment he saw Xu Bingdao's lamp, he was filled with a sense of despair.

He was amazed by Yu Qi's beauty; the swaying lights were captivating, and one glance was enough to make him want to succumb to them.

This fueled endless jealousy. How he wished that this lamp of enlightenment was something he had conjured himself.

"Opportunity? I found it myself."

Xu Bing was taken aback; he still felt he was unlucky. He had been searching high and low in Taichu Middle School for over a month and had only found this little bit of stuff.

The light comes out.

The outcome was naturally without any suspense; Xu Bing's endless wind blades, mixed with raging fire, slaughtered everything.