Chu Xinqiao was disguised by Han Qin.
Chu Xinqiao said she wanted to leave the room and go out to see the world, which is very much in line with the mentality of a child who is curious about the future.
Hanqin had no choice but to cast an illusion spell on her, and at the same time, she cast an illusion spell on herself, and thus led her to wander randomly on a mountain peak.
Coincidentally, at that very moment, Haotian was also leading Diefang and the others to crush the disciples on this peak.
Haotian was masked, and it seemed that no one around her could notice her. The veil seemed to be covered by an illusion, and none of the disciples noticed her. She walked behind Diefang and the others, and of course, Diefang and the others were not noticed by anyone either.
Before they reached the mountain peak, Chu Xinqiao and the others hadn't arrived yet. However, just as she decided to come to this mountain peak, Han Qin led Chu Xinqiao there.
A long, winding stone staircase, like a giant python, lay there quietly. Countless people were rushing towards one direction, which was the place where Diefang and her friends were going to challenge.
The sky was overcast, as if shrouded by a huge gray curtain. The distant mountains, too, became blurred under this veil, leaving only hazy outlines. Everything on earth seemed oppressed by the gloomy sky, creating a sense of gloom and oppression.
Fine raindrops drifted down from the sky, pattering against the windowpane with a crisp sound. They were like countless tiny needles, gently pricking the earth, bringing a touch of coolness. People hurried along the streets, their umbrellas swaying in the rain.
Hanqin, holding an umbrella, led Chu Xinqiao against the flow of people.
Diefang and her friends brushed past the two of them.
Hanqin stared intently at the figure. Illusion magic might work on ordinary disciples, but it was useless against Hanqin.
In the gentle drizzle, a beautiful woman with white hair strolled along the stone steps, holding an umbrella. Her steps were light yet firm, as if dancing with the rain. Her silky white hair softly brushed her shoulders, swaying with her steps, as if telling a story of bygone years. Her umbrella, like a blooming flower, sheltered her from the wind and rain, adding a touch of vitality to the rainy scene.
Her eyes revealed a profound composure, as if she had weathered many storms yet still maintained inner peace and steadfastness.
Chu Xinqiao saw her figure...
It was the person who suddenly appeared in front of her that day.
She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but it was as if a thousand words were stuck in her throat, difficult to describe.
As she drew closer, her heart raced. For some reason, as the distance between them shortened, a captivating fragrance wafted towards her, like a fairy gracefully dancing and lightly brushing against her face, leaving her intoxicated by the wonderful aroma.
She was still so beautiful, her pure white hair shining like silver threads, as if it were the purest treasure in the world, like snowflakes in winter, crystal clear and shining with dazzling light.
The raindrops made a pitter-patter sound, and for a moment it seemed as if only the two of them remained in the world.
Chu Xinqiao watched as she slowly approached, her heart pounding faster and faster, like a caged bird flapping its wings, yearning to fly to the free sky. Her heartbeat was like a hammer, pounding incessantly in her chest, rapid and powerful. Each beat felt like an impact, filling her with immense tension.
Hanqin's illusion could not conceal Haotian, just as Haotian's illusion could not conceal Hanqin.
Seeing Chu Xinqiao stop in her tracks, looking dazed and at a loss, she thought of many things.
In the end, Chu Xinqiao only saw the white-haired beauty in front of him, ignoring him, heard a long sigh, and missed her.
In an instant, Chu Xin felt as if the whole world had shattered, as if she had lost the most important thing. This feeling of panic forced her to quickly turn around and search for that touch of pure white in the gray world.
But... she can't find her. They were just passing by each other a moment ago.
She stopped her graceful movements and turned around to search.
Hanqin watched with a complicated expression.
I waited for you for two whole weeks before you came out, how could I let you escape like this!
Then she looked at Chu Xinqiao, whose beautiful and innocent eyes seemed to be veiled in a thin mist, like a sad little animal.
Everything just now felt like a dream, but... but I clearly saw her, she was still so beautiful and pretty, but why is she ignoring me?
Seeing Chu Xinqiao's dejected expression, Hanqin cursed inwardly. She immediately took Chu Xinqiao's hand, channeled her magic, and the two leaped into the air in an instant.
In a single thought, Hanqin's terrifying divine power enveloped the entire Lingyuan Palace.
Dodging? How could I possibly let you dodge?
After a long while, Hanqin's expression gradually turned grim, because she really couldn't find it.
The world was dim, and raindrops pattered in the air.
Although Chu Xinqiao was suddenly lifted into the air and felt helpless, she still suppressed her unease. She noticed that Han Qin beside her looked angry.
Chu Xinqiao explained softly, "Mother, don't be angry. I just thought that person was very good-looking and wanted to take a few more glances."
Hanqin wanted to laugh, mocking that person who once had the courage to go against the whole world, and who never fled in a sorry state even when surrounded by enemies, but now hid because of the karma of a mortal woman.
The clouds in the sky grew thicker and thicker, plunging the world into near darkness despite it being daytime. The rain intensified, and gusts of wind began to blow.
Upon seeing this, the Peak Master of Medicine Peak simply ordered the gates of the reporting hall to be closed, and used his magic to mark the gates, declaring that there would be no further trials that day.
The Sword Peak Master glanced sideways at the Thousand Thunder Peak Master and said inscrutably, "This gust of wind is not right."
As he spoke, he took out his natal divine sword, which he had nurtured with his own essence and blood.
The Peak Master of Thousand Thunder Peak did not respond, but blue arcs of electricity crackled around his body as he stared intently at the sky. After a long while, he said to himself, "It's going to thunder."
No sooner had he finished speaking than a black bolt of lightning flashed across the sky above the Lingyuan Palace.
That... doesn't seem like normal thunder.
A familiar voice suddenly appeared in Hanqin's ears, filled with helplessness and sorrow.
"This is the best option for her."
Hanqin's face instantly darkened again. The thunderstorms in the sky increased, as if expressing its anger.
Several streaks of black lightning flashed by, followed by a roar that seemed to come from the very heavens.
The rumbling sound was just like a roar, sending shivers down one's spine.
"What are you being so delusional about?"
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