Chasing his wife across thousands of miles

Three days later, at the foot of the Kunlun Mountains, in a quaint little town.

This is the last supply point on the way to Mount Kunlun. The town is bustling with people, tourists of all skin colors and pilgrims, creating a lively atmosphere.

A black, unmarked private jet silently landed on a secluded private helipad outside the town.

The cabin door opened, and Feng Jinxuan, dressed in a black windbreaker for easy movement, stepped off the plane.

The biting wind, carrying the scent of the snow-capped mountains, ruffled his black hair.

He was not followed by any bodyguards.

This time, he came alone.

“Boss,” Assistant Wang strode over from another plane and handed him a metal briefcase, “everything you requested is inside.”

Feng Jinxuan took the box and opened it. Inside, there was a set of professional mountaineering equipment, some high-calorie compressed food, and a black USB flash drive that looked very ordinary.

"Boss, are you really going to go in alone?" Assistant Wang looked at him, her eyes filled with worry. "It's too dangerous."

“This is the only way.” Feng Jinxuan’s voice was as calm as ice. “Tianyan Pavilion is isolated from the world and does not like outsiders to disturb it. The more people I bring, the bigger the target will be, which will only arouse their vigilance.”

"Only I could possibly sneak in unnoticed."

As he spoke, he looked up and glanced at the majestic Kunlun Mountains in the distance, which appeared even more magnificent against the backdrop of snow-capped peaks.

That was the location of Tianyan Pavilion, the end of his journey, and the place where he would bring his girl back.

"Don't worry." He patted Assistant Wang on the shoulder, his dark eyes, bloodshot from days of travel, burning with an unprecedented, desperate flame. "I'll be fine."

"Because there are still people waiting for me to come home."

...

That afternoon, Feng Jinxuan changed into the clothes of an ordinary tourist, carried a huge hiking backpack, and walked into the exotic town.

Following the few clues about Tianyan Pavilion that Assistant Wang had found, he searched for an antique shop called Buwen in the town.

It is said that the shop is Tianyan Pavilion's only contact point in the mortal world.

He wandered through the maze-like alleys for a long time before finally finding the shop in a most inconspicuous corner, almost forgotten by the world.

The shop entrance was small, with a faded wooden plaque hanging on it bearing two characters in seal script: "Bu Wen" (不闻).

There were several stalls selling fake antiques at the entrance, and an old man in a Tibetan robe was basking in the sun with his eyes closed.

It looks like an unreliable antique shop that could go out of business at any moment.

As Feng Jinxuan pushed open the door, a unique aroma, a blend of aged yak butter tea and Tibetan incense, wafted towards him.

The shop's interior is surprisingly spacious; it looks small from the outside, but the interior is actually quite large.

Rows of towering, enormous shelves divide the space into small areas, filled with all sorts of mystical-looking magical artifacts and antiques.

A boy dressed in a blue Taoist robe, who looked to be only fifteen or sixteen years old, was lying on the counter, dozing off out of boredom.

"Is anyone there?" Feng Jinxuan asked.

The boy was startled awake, and he raised his head to rub his sleepy eyes.

The moment he saw Feng Jinxuan clearly, his previously sleepy eyes suddenly lit up.

"Oh, a rare guest indeed." He spoke lazily, his tone carrying a maturity beyond his years. "This guest has an unusual appearance, with a dark aura between his eyebrows. He looks like he's in big trouble."

Feng Jinxuan: "..."

He looked at the eccentric, seemingly charlatan-like young Taoist priest in front of him and his brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.

“Young master,” he said bluntly, “I’m not here to have my fortune told. I’m here to find someone.”

"Looking for someone?" The young Taoist priest chuckled, his smile as cunning as a little fox's. "This is an antique shop; we don't deal with missing person notices. Guest, you've probably come to the wrong place."

Feng Jinxuan ignored his witty remarks and simply pushed a photograph in front of him.

The girl in the photo is smiling brightly with her eyes crinkling – that's Yu Jinli.

The young Taoist priest's smile froze slightly when he saw the photo, but he quickly recovered.

"I don't know her." He shook his head. "Business at my little shop is slow; I've never seen such a beautiful customer before."

Feng Jinxuan looked at him without saying anything, but took out another item from his pocket and placed it on the counter.

It was a warm and antique safety buckle, stained with a trace of dark brown blood.

The moment the young Taoist saw the safety amulet, his expression changed completely.

He suddenly stood up, staring intently at the jade pendant. In his eyes, which always held a hint of cunning, a genuine sense of disbelief and shock was revealed.

"This...this is..."

“Now,” Feng Jinxuan looked at him, his voice not loud, but carrying an undeniable authority, “can you take me to see her now?”

The young Taoist priest looked at him, then at the safety amulet, and fell into a long silence.

His expression was unpredictable, as if he were going through some kind of extremely difficult inner struggle.

After a long while, he finally let out a long sigh, like a little adult.

"Sigh, never mind." He waved his hand, looking helpless. "What can I do? She's my junior sister."

"Come with me."

As he spoke, he turned and walked towards the back of the shop.

There was an ordinary-looking wooden door in the back hall. The young Taoist priest gently knocked on the door a few times in a peculiar rhythm.

Then, a magical scene unfolded—the sturdy wooden door rippled open like water, revealing a warm passageway behind it that emitted a soft white light.

Feng Jinxuan stared at the special effects before him, which were comparable to those in a fantasy movie, his dark eyes deep, showing no surprise whatsoever.

He knew he had finally found the right place.

He followed the young Taoist priest into the passage.

After passing through the passage, the view suddenly opened up before me.

It was a magnificent architectural complex, like a fairyland, standing atop a snow-capped mountain, made of white jade and ice crystals, shimmering with seven colors in the sunlight.

The pavilions, terraces, towers, and flying eaves and brackets are simple yet full of charm.

Exotic flowers and rare herbs vie for attention, while cranes and deer stroll leisurely.

The air was filled with a refreshing and intense spiritual energy that was almost tangible.

This is the legendary Tianyan Pavilion.

The moment he stepped into the Tianyan Pavilion, a fiery red figure with sharp sword energy descended from the sky and blocked his way.

It's Senior Sister Lin Shu.

She held her longsword and looked at him, her ever-proud eyes filled with undisguised hostility and vigilance.

"Halt!" she shouted coldly. "Tianyan Pavilion is a restricted area; unauthorized personnel are not permitted to enter!"

"Especially you, the jinx who ruined my junior sister!"