"Don't waste your energy."
A rough laugh came from outside the carriage. It was the Chen family cultivator riding the Cloud-Stepping Beast and guarding the carriage. "Miss Lingxue, just accept your fate!"
"What is the status of Mo Shuo, the young master of the Mo Ze Sect? It's your good fortune to be offered to him!"
"Once you arrive at Mozezong, you'll live a life of luxury, and no one in the entire Moze Starfield will dare to mess with you. It's much better than suffering on the border!"
Ling Xue slowly raised her head, her eyes filled with mockery, a bitter smile curling at the corner of her lips: "Good fortune? Giving me away as a gift to others, letting them play with me, is that what you call good fortune?"
Her voice was slightly hoarse, yet still clear and crisp, revealing an indomitable stubbornness.
"Hey, you ungrateful girl, what a rude girl!" The cultivator's face darkened, his tone threatening.
"It's your honor that Young Master Mo has taken a liking to you! Countless people would love to curry favor with Young Master Mo but never get the chance. If you keep struggling, you'll regret it later!"
Ling Xue stopped speaking and lowered her head again. Involuntarily, a figure appeared in her mind: Xiao Chen, the white-robed youth she had first met at the Dao Asking Mountain in the Cangxuan Realm.
She still remembered that at the time, due to the backlash from her innate Ice Soul Saint Body, her whole body emanated a chilling aura, and no one dared to approach her.
Xiao Chen, disregarding the cold, walked to her side and handed her a warm jade.
She still remembered that Xiao Chen brought her back to the Qingyun Sect, asked his master Lin Zhou to heal her injuries, and guarded her door day and night, worried about her safety.
She remembered that after Lin Zhou cured her, she wanted to thank Xiao Chen, but was forcibly taken away by family members who suddenly appeared, without even having a chance to say goodbye.
"Xiao Chen..." Ling Xue murmured softly to herself, a faint glimmer of hope flashing in her eyes—
Will he come to save me?
But she quickly suppressed this hope, shaking her head self-deprecatingly.
"This is the Moze Star Region, which is incredibly far from the Cangxuan Realm. How could he possibly come here? Even if he did, the Moze Sect is a powerful force, and he might not be able to defeat them..."
Just as she was completely devastated, Xiao Chen on the hillside stared intently at the carriage.
Although he couldn't see the faces of the people inside the car, he could vaguely sense a familiar aura.
That was the unique icy aura of the Innate Ice Soul Saint Body, exactly the same as the aura on Ling Xue's body!
"It really is Ling Xue!" Xiao Chen's heart clenched, and a surge of anger instantly welled up inside him.
He never expected that Ling Xue would be captured by the Chen family and offered up to the young master of the Mo Ze Sect!
He took a deep breath, suppressing his emotions. His eyes sharpened, and the Dragon Spear in his right hand trembled slightly. The dragon patterns on the spear quietly lit up, waiting for the best opportunity to launch a surprise attack.
As the escorting procession drew closer to the entrance of Blackstone Valley, the cultivators guarding the carriages continued their incessant attempts to persuade Ling Xue.
Unbeknownst to them, a pair of murderous eyes were fixed on them from the cliffs on both sides of the valley.
The carriage wheels creaked and groaned as they rolled over the gravel road at the valley entrance, the sound particularly jarring in the deathly silence.
There wasn't even the rustling of leaves in the wind, let alone the chirping of birds or insects; an eerie silence hung like an invisible net.
The tight embrace of the escort team weighed heavily on everyone's hearts.
The Chen family members escorting the carriage dared not relax for a moment. More than ten people formed a fan shape on both sides of the carriage, their divine senses sweeping across the surrounding cliffs and dense forest like a spider web.
They knew better than anyone that Ling Xue in the car was someone Mo Shuo had specifically requested; if anything went wrong...
Given Mo Shuo's ruthless nature, capable of eliminating any potential threat, the entire Chen family would be dragged down with him.
"Everyone, stay alert! We've entered the heart of the valley!"
The middle-aged cultivator leading the Chen family gave a low shout, his long sword slightly unsheathed, the cold glint of the blade reflecting on his tense profile.
"If there is any unusual activity, prioritize protecting the carriage and don't let anyone get close!"
"Yes!" The Chen family members responded in unison, their spiritual energy quietly circulating, their bodies radiating a faint spiritual light, ready to deal with any unexpected situations.
Just then, Elder Mo Zezong, who was at the back of the group, suddenly spoke up. His hair and beard were all white.
Dressed in a gray robe, he was just an ordinary elder of the Moze Sect, but he possessed the cultivation of a half-step Nirvana, making him the strongest member of the escort team.
The old man's gaze swept over the steep cliffs on both sides, his brows furrowing, and his voice was grave: "The terrain here is treacherous, and the cliffs are covered with dense vegetation, making it easy for people to hide and set ambushes. Everyone, tighten your formation and surround the carriage in the center. We must not be careless!"
He had lived for over a hundred years and experienced countless dangers, making his perception of danger far more acute than that of the Chen family members.
The silence in this valley is so unnatural, it's as if someone deliberately erased all life, just waiting for them to step into a trap.
But no sooner had he finished speaking than a faint, sharp whistle suddenly came from behind the cliff on the left.
Like a sharp blade slicing through silk, subtle yet incredibly penetrating. Immediately afterwards, a jet-black spear intent suddenly shot into the sky!
The spear intent was so concentrated and tangible, like a lurking black dragon, carrying a sharp force capable of tearing through the sky, its target aimed directly at the carriage in the center of the procession.
Wherever it passed, the air was cleaved open, and even the clouds above the valley were shaken apart, revealing a pale sky!
"There's an ambush!"
Elder Mo Zezong's expression changed drastically. His spiritual power surged like a tidal wave, and the pressure of a half-step Nirvana realm expert burst forth, attempting to resist the terrifying spear intent.
But when the aura of the spear intent truly enveloped him, cold sweat instantly soaked through his robes, and his pupils shrank to needle size. This spear intent was too strong!
It was so powerful that even he, a half-step Nirvana cultivator, felt a chilling threat of death. It was a sharp force that seemed to pierce even his soul, something that no ordinary Nirvana cultivator could produce!
"Who...who is this?!" The elder's voice trembled, his heart filled with horror. "Aren't they afraid of the retaliation from the Moze Sect?!"
Mo Zezong is the undisputed overlord of the Mo Ze Star Region, with influence covering dozens of inhabited planets and dozens of Nirvana Realm elders under his command. Ordinary forces don't even dare to provoke him.
But this person in front of them not only dared to ambush Mo Zezong's escort team, but also released such a terrifying gun intent, showing that he didn't take Mo Zezong seriously at all!
The Chen family members escorting them turned deathly pale; their spiritual senses were instantly shattered by the force of the gun, and their weapons clattered to the ground.
Some people even felt their legs go weak and almost collapsed to the ground. They had never felt such a terrifying aura before. It was as if that spear intent could pierce through them all and turn them into sieves if it moved just an inch further forward!
Inside the carriage, Ling Xue heard the commotion outside. Her fingertips subtly tightened around her sleeve, and a barely perceptible glint flashed in her eyes. Who was lying in ambush?
Were they here for Mo Zezong, or... for her?
On the cliff face, a black figure stood silently behind the rocks, holding a jet-black spear in his hand, the tip of which gleamed with a cold, sharp light.
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