A sudden, urgent phoenix cry pierced the air, and suddenly, thick fog obscured everyone’s vision, making it impossible to see even an inch ahead! Chaos engulfed their sight. A wave of dizziness hit, and his grip on the phoenix’s feathers loosened, biting his lower lip, a wave of nausea swept over him… Suddenly, an endless darkness swept over, and with a “thump,” one seemed to fall into a deep pool. The fingers loosened slightly, releasing fiery feathers, and the body began to sink, transforming into a drifting white cloud, floating leisurely… The three thousand strands of hair, as black as ink, fluttered and entangled with it… A rich fragrance of flowers emanated from the body of Hundred Flowers, so intense that it pervaded the clouds and filled the cliffs… Groups of butterflies came fluttering from all directions, encircling him bit by bit. That jade-like man suddenly awoke the crowd with his presence, surrounded by the rich floral scent and colorful butterflies. When everyone turned their heads, they saw him, surrounded by a hundred butterflies, his white robe fluttering in the wind like drifting clouds, his black hair spreading out like silk, beautiful! Exquisite! It was like a poetic ink painting, conveying a sense of depth to the soul. Truly beautiful, not of this world, striking a chord in the heart, yet it made one inexplicably feel heartache, as if he would vanish with the wind. “No! Hundred Flowers!” It was a cry from the heart, a heart-wrenching roar! She felt it; he was leaving… She felt the fading life, the melancholy within him… With a leap, she plunged into the red dust of the world, Hundred Flowers! This time! I will never let you leave me!! Hundred Flowers! My love! Amidst the silver robes, butterflies danced, a melancholy lingered, and there was a mad pursuit, nearly destructive… Grabbing that icy hand, fingers intertwined, their love was deep, unbreakable, and tangled! A tear fell from her cheek, unnoticed, as it had already melted into the gentle breeze, the white clouds, the silk of affection… That tear was blood-colored… “Hundred Flowers, it’s okay, everything will be fine with me here.” Embracing him, their hair entwined, their emotions tangled, she kissed his forehead, lost in the moment, and in the blink of an eye, the phoenix had caught up, and they were back on its back. Her hand touched his pulse, and surprise flashed in her eyes—how could it be? He showed no signs of life! “He has no heart…” Wan Xie’s words were faint, filled with helplessness and pain. Even back in the Sky Cliff Valley, he had noticed something unusual about him, those lifeless eyes, an accidental touch revealing he had no moisture at all. Initially, he was puzzled; the poison of Hundred Flowers was the Heart Corrupting Poison, blood exchange was only suitable for those with severe toxins, replacing the toxic blood, but the Heart Corrupting Poison… would cause a person’s heart to rot instantly… meaning Hundred Flowers had no heart! How could he recover? The fact was, blood exchange was merely a temporary measure, treating the symptoms but not the root cause… Moon Ripple, she must know this! Given Xiaotu’s intelligence, she must have guessed by now! Moon Ripple! What a ruthless heart, what a ruthless woman! Using her own life just to see Hundred Flowers once! She understood; there was no way to save Hundred Flowers! She had already prepared to die with him! No wonder she was so calm! Refusing Xiaotu’s treatment! Moon Ripple, what a deep scheme! “No! I won’t let anything happen to him again! Phoenix, to the Snow Mountain!” Her clenched fists were a sign of her inner rage! Blood exchange was highly damaging to the body! Moon Ripple! You’re ruthless! You’re cruel! Is this your love? A love of destruction! A selfish love! A domineering love! “Snow Mountain…” Xia Yu Ye murmured, wondering if her master had returned… The phoenix soared, crossing mountains, swiftly flying. Its sharp beak cut through the air like a knife, hoping to dispel everyone’s melancholy… Amidst the vast expanse of silver snow, towering peaks stood with millennia-old snow that never melted… The bone-chilling cold deterred intruders, providing the best cover for the Snow Mountain! High above the clouds, amidst the frigid air, a “flame” soared, its giant wings flapping like eruptions from a volcano, melting vast swathes of snow and ice. “Phoenix! Stop, land a hundred miles from the Snow Mountain!” Watching the snow melt, the phoenix’s flame was not ordinary, counteracting the extreme yin with its yang. If it forced its way into the Snow Mountain, it would lead to unforeseen consequences. With a phoenix cry, somewhat reluctant, seemingly unwilling to leave its master, but under Xiaotu’s firm gaze, it could only fly out a hundred miles. With Hundred Flowers, the six of them walked through the endless snow, not ordinary people, their steps lightened by magic, keeping themselves warm in the harsh cold. Step by step, their footprints were solid on the snow, their feet gradually numbing from the bone-penetrating cold and the icy wind that felt like knives scraping their cheeks. On the vast snow mountain, five people walked towards the summit, undeterred by the extreme cold, the biting wind… Amidst the white snow, by the snow pines, a figure in snowy robes stood against the wind, white! Just white! Almost blending into the snowy landscape… If not for the gently fluttering sleeves, you’d mistake him for part of the scenery. His gaze was intent, watching the five walking through the blood, letting out a long, lingering sigh…
○ Chapter Fifty-Two: In the midst of the swirling snow and biting cold, they continued to walk, snow accumulating on their bodies. Their thin shoes were now stained with snow, their feet frozen, their cotton socks iced over, their movements wooden, driven only by instinct and willpower. Leading the group, the woman’s flawless face was filled with sorrow, each step firm, unwavering! Her fingers trembled from the cold, the icy wind slicing through her delicate skin like blades. “Mu Yan, why don’t you follow your heart? You want to help her, don’t you?…” A man in a green robe, stunningly handsome, shook a jade fan, his smile charming, stirring hearts. “Qing Yun, why don’t you follow your heart? You want to help her more than I do, don’t you?” A faint smile played on her lips as she extended her hand, catching a snowflake that did not melt… “I’m giving you a chance, since you’re not interested, I won’t be polite.” With a flick of his fan, the green figure vanished, leaving only slightly deeper footprints in the snow, evidence of his presence. Mu Yan turned and walked towards a nearby cottage, her faint smile still lingering, her fingers interlocked tightly. Here is the English of the provided Chinese text:
His grip on the ground betrayed his inner tension… Gazing at the towering mountain peak, they had only covered a third of the way, and the sky was gradually darkening. The air on the snowy mountain was growing colder by the minute… A cold so biting it made one shiver, the kind that chills to the bone. Her heart burned with anxiety, wishing to reach the mountain top immediately! However, no matter how she exerted her magic, faced with the endless snow, she could only shake her head in resignation, unable to increase her speed. Seeing Xiaotu’s helplessness, Xiayuye couldn’t help but think to herself. What on earth is Master doing! Why doesn’t he come down himself? With his Ice Phoenix, climbing the mountain would be no issue at all!
