Chapter 241 Her name is Snow Candle
Ouyang Rong finally saw it clearly.
This large bird hovers above Xiaogushan Mountain.
It is pure white, has four eyes, and three legs.
It is unknown what kind of exotic bird it is.
But Ouyang Rong only had time to catch a glimpse of the figure standing on that snow-white bird—a tuft of long, golden hair fluttering in the wind.
The next instant.
The birds and figures in the air moved.
It transformed into a white rainbow.
It swooped down like lightning.
It crashed into Xiaogushan.
"Everyone, stand back!"
On the lawn halfway up the mountain, Qiu Shenji let out a loud shout.
"Bang--!"
A thunderclap suddenly erupted from the ground.
Ouyang Rong felt a deafening ringing in his ears.
The man in hemp clothing hastily launched himself into the air, leaving only a dented and broken stone slab in his wake.
The man and the box transformed into a gray meteor, starting from the mountainside, streaking across Xiaogushan Peak, and shooting straight into the sky.
On the lawn, Ouyang Rong and the others hadn't even had time to blink.
In an instant.
Somewhere in the sky above the mountaintop, a white rainbow collided one-on-one with a gray meteor.
Boom—!
Ouyang Rong felt as if a bolt from the blue had struck him.
A wake-up call.
The servants in blue robes who were about to carry out the execution all fell to the ground, clutching their heads.
Aqing, who was leaning back and about to fall off the cliff, was caught off guard by Ouyang Rong, who grabbed her arm and pulled her into his arms.
The two embraced face to face and fell down together.
Ouyang Rong flipped in mid-air, covering the girl's delicate frame with his body, and buried his head to cover her ears.
Above Little Lonely Mountain.
The light was dazzling.
The heat was intense.
After the loud bang.
The ball of light at the very center split into two, each shooting out separately.
One rises.
One fell.
Among them, the gray light cluster rushed away like a meteor and fell back like a meteor.
They crashed into the sword furnace room with the character "甲" (jia) next to them halfway up the mountain.
Boom—!
The entire sword furnace building collapsed, kicking up clouds of dust.
This means... they've lost ground?
Ouyang Rong, who was lying on the ground protecting A Qing's head, looked shocked. In the choking dust, he coughed up blood, covered his mouth, and tried to look up at the sky.
Then another white rainbow rose into the sky.
The trajectory is straight, soaring straight up to the ninth heaven.
She seemed to be rushing towards the blazing sun overhead.
Chirp—!
A bird's cry suddenly rang out, echoing through the sky.
A white shadow streaks across the blue sky, piercing through the sea of clouds.
It was that snow-white bird.
The white rainbow, its upward momentum gradually weakening, eventually merged with the white shadow and landed on the snowbird's back.
But soon, before the people halfway up the mountain even had time to catch their breath, the two separated again in the clouds.
Without pausing, "White Rainbow" tiptoed up from the snowbird's back.
She leaped down again with a light touch.
The snowbirds circled in a half-arc before plunging into the sea of clouds.
The 'white rainbow' was falling faster and faster.
We're getting closer and closer to Xiaogushan.
From Ouyang Rong's perspective on the grass, it even looked like it had a golden "tail flame" like a meteorite.
He didn't even have time to blink.
She descended again.
Ouyang Rong, who had been straining his eyes to investigate the approaching figure from the very beginning, finally saw the true form of this "white rainbow".
This was a woman of similar age to Ouyang Rong, around twenty years old. She was beautiful, with snow-white skin and blue eyes. She seemed to have some Hu (non-Han) blood. Her facial features were as soft as a Han woman's, but her eyes and nose were as deep and prominent as a Hu woman's.
In particular, she had golden hair that reached her waist, was smooth and shiny, and slightly curly.
It attracted a lot of attention.
She is also extremely tall.
She was the most powerful woman Ouyang Rong had ever seen in this world, and her aura was equally fierce and imposing.
She wore a long Wu-style dress, a white fox fur shawl, and carried a long sword on her back.
She wore a traditional women's dress from the ancient Wu-Yue ethnic group, consisting of black and white colors.
Wu clothing is simple and unadorned, yet it possesses a certain elegance.
now.
This woman in a Wu skirt descended from heaven.
As she fell from above, her long legs were slightly bent in the air, her toes pointing downwards, and her arms were outstretched to the sides of her body, like wings. The strong wind made the long sleeves of her Wu-style dress flutter, and the hem of her clothes swayed all over.
The white fox fur coat that was originally draped over her shoulders also floated up from her shoulders, detached but not removed, like a snow-white ouroboros coiling around the woman in the Wu skirt.
Her long, flowing golden hair, due to the downward momentum, detached from her shoulders and floated on her head. Accompanied by the strong wind in the air, it fluttered violently, and under the scorching midday sun, it shone like platinum, dazzlingly bright, like a blazing flame!
His face, temporarily freed from the cover of his sideburns and bangs, showed a cold expression.
His eyes remained calm and undisturbed.
She descended from the heavens like a goddess.
A violent mountain wind suddenly filled the entire Xiaogushan Mountain.
In spring and summer, the lush forest leaves burst open, and scattered petals and leaves danced in the air.
The sword energy drew near.
The roof tiles of the old buildings on Xiaogushan Mountain are broken inch by inch.
The paving stones in the open space in front of the house made a soft creaking sound as the cracks spread like a spider web.
Halfway up the mountain, Ouyang Rong felt an invisible, immense force pressing down on him like Mount Tai. He and A Qing were forced to lie face down on the ground, barely able to support themselves with their arms to shield their heads.
The soil of the surrounding lawn, as if an old ox had been plowing through it, was turned upside down by the invisible sword energy, revealing grass roots and moist new soil.
Ouyang Rong opened his eyes wide, his expression somewhat incredulous as he faced the unforgettable scene above him.
A woman in a Wu-style skirt from Yue slowly descended from the sky.
If someone with excellent eyesight were standing on the distant Dagushan Mountain and looking this way, they would find:
The woman in the Wu skirt was tiny, no bigger than a grain of rice. Compared to the black mountain peak standing beside Butterfly Creek, she was like a needle in a haystack.
However, at this moment, her tall and slender body was like a sharp longsword, with the tip pointing downwards, about to pierce the scabbard of Little Lonely Mountain.
But her sword energy was too strong.
The entire Little Lonely Mountain seemed too small to contain it all.
"Snow Candle... The First Lady of the Yunmeng Sword Marsh Palace, also the one chosen by the Peach Valley Sword Challenge, and the current leader of swordsmanship in the world."
"This surging purple aura cultivation... indeed a newly promoted fifth-grade sword cultivator, with superior purple aura."
Ouyang Rong murmured softly, finally remembering that his junior sister had mentioned it to him before.
Ouyang Rong never expected that he would meet her in this way and under these circumstances.
But they probably didn't admit they were wrong.
Only a woman with such grace and charm could be called a candle in the snow!
Every generation of Yue maidens in Yunmeng Sword Marsh is renowned far and wide, their fame spreading throughout the world.
However, Ouyang Rong has noticed these days that when his junior sisters mention the eldest female ruler, Xue Zhongzhu, they never casually refer to her as "Yue Chuzi's senior sister," but rather say, "Yue Chuzi is Xue Zhongzhu's junior sister."
Two sentences, worlds apart.
At this moment, Xue Zhongzhu, dressed in golden robes and wearing Wu clothing, was unaware of the wild thoughts of a young county magistrate halfway up the mountain, and was completely oblivious to the gaze directed upwards from the crowd.
Because at this moment, everyone's eyes on Xiaogushan Mountain are on her, and they are bound to be on her!
Xuezhongzhu was already used to the attention he received from others.
Her eyes were lowered, her face indifferent.
Approaching the summit of Xiaogu Mountain, her sleeves spread like wings of a candle in the snow. With a slight shake of her fair wrists, she eased the descent in the air.
She raised a hand from her snow-white long sleeves and grabbed the long sword behind her back.
Legend has it that in the ancient Yunmeng Marsh, a white ape carrying a sword once taught the Yue Maiden the art of concealing and drawing swords.
Halfway up the mountain, everyone was stunned.
Only three breaths have passed since Xue Zhongzhu and Qiu Shenji first clashed.
The dust and ashes that rose from the ruins of the collapsed Jia-character sword furnace were quickly dispersed by the powerful sword energy of the Wu-clothed woman in the sky.
Liu Fu's face was solemn. He grabbed Wei Shaoxuan and Liu Zilin's shoulders with both hands, barely blocking the pressure of the sword energy for the two of them.
In the ruins of the sword furnace nearby, a man in hemp clothing who had been hastily attacked and lost half a move suddenly sprang to his feet.
His clothes were torn, and he shrugged awkwardly, his eyes filled with apprehension.
As the candle in the snow descended from the sky, drawing ever closer and about to draw its sword...
Qiu Shenji immediately took off the Mo family sword box, tossed it to Liu Fu, took a deep breath, and lowered his voice:
"I'll hold her off, you all run! Liu Fu, protect Liu Lang!"
Qiu Shenji uttered a sentence, then suddenly tore open his tattered hemp clothing, revealing his bare chest. He bent his knees and exerted force, then shot out like an arrow from a ten-stone bow.
This arrogant young woman is indeed a fifth-grade sword cultivator with extraordinary talent.
But Qiu Shenji was also a top-notch warrior who had been tempered in battle on the frontier, and the chief advisor whom even the King of Wei of the Great Zhou had to treat with the utmost respect and courtesy!
Moreover, thanks to the border conflicts launched by the Wei clan in previous years, he had already risen to the fifth rank and had gradually digested this rank.
Qiu Shenji soared into the sky and let out a long roar:
"Arrogant girl, just entered the fifth rank, yet she dares to be so arrogant, she really doesn't know the immensity of heaven and earth."
But what responded to him was a swift and deadly sword strike that came straight at him.
Qiu Shenji's expression changed, he composed himself and threw himself into the battle.
Xuezhongzhu was too lazy to talk. What nonsense was there? Let's finish this fight first.
Just as these two fifth-rank Qi cultivators were fighting like immortals.
Below.
Wei Shaoxuan looked nervous and turned to Liu Fu and Liu Zilin, saying urgently:
"Hurry up! This place is not safe to stay any longer."
He then turned and gestured, handing over Ouyang Rong and A Qing, who were bound at the edge of the cliff, to the eight servants in blue robes beside him to deal with.
Wei Shaoxuan, Liu Fu, and Liu Zilin, carrying the Mo family sword box, fled without delay, their backs looking somewhat disheveled.
Whether it was because she was too busy to attend to other matters or for some other reason, the chief female ruler of Yunmeng Sword Marsh in the air strangely did not stop Wei Shaoxuan and the others who were fleeing with the Mo family's sword box.
On the edge of the lawn cliff, Ouyang Rong and A Qing, looking weak, fell to the ground and were surrounded by eight burly men in blue robes, who were sharpening their knives.
Above the summit of Little Lonely Mountain, two high-level Qi cultivators were locked in fierce combat, and for a moment no one paid attention to their life or death.
Aqing lay on Ouyang Rong's body, closing her eyes to await her death.
With his lips pale from blood loss, Ouyang Rong raised his bound hands and silently wiped the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand as his servants in blue robes bent down to pick up the knives.
A slight look of relief appeared on his face, which he couldn't see because he was looking down.
To be fair, he was at least a ninth-rank Qi cultivator.
Despite being seriously injured.
Fortunately, this serious injury had masked his spiritual cultivation level...
Ouyang Rong nodded to himself, then looked up for one last time at the purple aura fluctuations of the fighting at the mountaintop.
Then he moved too.
PS: I'm sorry, it's all my fault. I wanted to add more chapters, but I kept getting writer's block, and it's been delayed until now. I'm useless... I apologize! But wait a bit, there will definitely be another chapter at midnight! (or 2)
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