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Yuan Xi reminded him, "Our this time special training is secretly conducted, it's better to appear less in front of people, so as not to leak our whereabouts."

Seeing Tuo Ba Zhen's disappointed expression, Yuan Xi shijie smiled faintly: "You don't have to go to the center of Bingcheng, but you can also stroll around the wilderness outside Bingcheng. It's also a way to experience the scenery of the borderlands."

Tuoba Zheng immediately beamed with joy.

Tan Yueqing lowered her eyes in thought, but she was still brought back to reality by Lin Qi's slap.

Lin Qi asked, "Are you thinking of taking a walk around the mountain?"

Tan Yueqing slowly nodded, "Indeed, I would like to see the scene of ten thousand miles of ice sealed in this Ice City."

She asked, "Will you go with me?"

Lin Qi thought for a moment, but still shook her head.

"I might have some personal matters to attend to."

Tan Yueqing didn't continue asking and left, carrying the seven-turn linglong umbrella on her back.

Also leaving at the same time was Zheng Zhuo.

Lin Qi looked at Yuan Xi, her senior sister, "Senior Sister, I'm preparing to go for a stroll with Daoist Tuoba to the outskirts of Bingcheng. Would you like to join us?"

Yuanxi slowly shook her head and refused, "I've had some vague insights these past few days, I think I want to stay here and contemplate them."

Then the six people went their separate ways.

Tuoba Zheng looked valiant and imposing, but he turned out to be a chatterbox.

He chattered non-stop the whole way, talking in Lin Qi's ear. He talked about everything from north to south and east to west... One topic followed another, without a single breath.

When Lin Qi saw the sparse figures in the distance, he let out a sigh of relief.

Well, at least we don't have to listen to Tuo Ba Zheng's nonsense anymore.

To go on any further, we'd have to talk about the love affairs and conflicts of his great-grandfather's eighteenth concubine's children.

"Selling snow fox pelts!"

"Selling ink tree bones!"

Tuo Ba Zheng suddenly wasn't bothered by Lin Qi anymore, he was annoyed at all the stall owners instead.

>Though he asked a lot of questions here and there, in the end he would usually generously buy many things. The vendors around him not only didn't dislike him, but they all eagerly looked at him, waiting for him to ask them.

Lin Qi had already quietly disguised herself, eight hundred meters away from Tuoba Zheng.

Tuo Ba Zheng is a cultivator from the Northern Continent. It's unusual for him to be making such a big purchase here.

At his age, having this cultivation level, is quite good in Bingcheng and even Chao Yunzong. But compared to the entire Nanzhou, it's a bit unremarkable.

To be replaced later.

With a cruel smile, the big hand gripped Lin Qi's neck, "When you die, remember to seek revenge from Lin Yun. She is the one who truly killed you!"

After finishing his words, he grabbed Lin Qi's body and threw it directly into the alchemy furnace.

Master Jīn'u rapidly formed several seals with his ten fingers, and the raging flames in the cauldron instantly surged towards Lín Qī.

Both flesh and soul were seared by the spiritual fire, Lin Qi's eyes burned red with pain, his gaze filled only with blood.

A little bit of vitality is being stripped away.

On top of his head, Lin Yun raised his foot to step into the boundary path.

Only one step forward, and she would become the first cultivator in the Cangwu Realm's millions of years to successfully achieve enlightenment and ascend to a higher realm.

She frowned and suddenly stopped.

After a quick mental calculation, she gazed calmly and indifferently at something.

Ten thousand miles apart, amidst mountains and rivers, Lin Qi felt as if he were being watched by a pair of eyes.

She was in so much pain that her senses were clouded, and she vaguely heard a sigh from beside her.

"Accomplishing you is also accomplishing myself..."

On the peak of Enlightenment, Lin Yun took off a water droplet pendant from her neck and crushed it. The phoenix essence blood hidden within instantly vanished.

She strode into the boundary without looking back, her bearing relaxed and composed, bidding farewell to the Cangwu Realm completely.

As Lin Qi, scorched by the inferno, was suddenly infused with a wave of glacial energy.

Her soul was frozen.

Immediately following, a majestic and imposing Ice Phoenix roared out from within her. ...

Snow instantly covered the entire cave.

Vaguely, she heard a sharp and imposing rebuke: "You dare touch her!"

"Dead!"

At the moment when Jinwu Daochang's voice landed, he exploded and died.

The cave also exploded with a deafening boom.

Lin Qi could no longer hold on and fell into a coma.

Lin Qi had a terrifying dream.

In her dream, a madman wanted to use her flesh and golden elixir to refine pills, speaking in words she couldn't understand. She was so frightened that she didn't dare to move.

Her body felt hot and cold alternately, she was miserable and wanted to cry, but she couldn't wake up.

Suddenly, a loud noise reached my ears.

Look! Little silly Lin is asleep on the stone slab!

"I heard that the fool can't feel pain, should we try hitting her with a stone?"

Lin Qi's head suddenly ached, the pain tearing through her dream.

She pressed her hand to the bump on her head, wincing as she sat up. She stared blankly at the group of little kids before her.

"Oh no, she's awake!"

"Will she go and report us to the head of the household later? We're doomed..."

A group of five or six-year-old children turned and ran in fright.

Lin Qiyi was still sitting on the stone slab, motionless and unresponsive.

Soon, a little girl with two braids rushed to Lin Qi's face.

"Young Master, disaster has struck! The Patriarch brought back a mistress and a younger sister for you! Grandmother is already at the ancestral hall, saying she wants to kill him!"

The little girl knew her master was a fool. After finishing her sentence, she ran with Lin Qi towards the Lin family ancestral hall.

Lin Qi didn't understand the little girl's words, but a voice kept shouting in her head.

Tell her not to go to the ancestral hall first, find her mother!

She had a headache and pressed her hand to her head, "Find mother, find mother!"

The little girl didn't understand: "

'Madam is already on her way to the ancestral hall, young master. If you don't go to the ancestral hall now to plead for your master, he will be beaten to death!'"

Although the little girl also thinks that it's right to beat the master for raising women and children outside.

But if the head of the household is dead, wouldn't the young master become an orphan?

Lin Qi was being driven mad by the voices in her head. The little girl wouldn't listen to her, and she angrily patted the girl's back. "Go find your mother! Your mother is leaving! She's leaving!"

As a result, the little girl was slapped into the ground by her.

Lin Qi also stumbled and fell to the ground, another bump forming on the other side of her forehead.

She didn't even care about the pain, all she could think about was finding her mother. If she didn't find her mother now, she would be gone forever!

Lin Qi glanced not even once at the little girl, and dashed toward his mother's bamboo garden.

The little girl was crying with pain, lying on the ground unable to even crawl. She could only watch helplessly as her young master skipped towards Zhuyuan with his short legs.

When Lin Qi ran to the bamboo garden, she was already sweating all over.

The maidservant, Gong Rong, who served the Empress closely, was guarding the training room door. She also looked surprised to see her arrival.

"How did the young master come here?"

"I want my mother!"

Lin Qi shouted as she charged towards the bedroom door.

Gong Rong stood in front of her, "Madam has already gone to the ancestral hall, young master, let me carry you to the ancestral hall."

Lin Qi ignored him, crashing into Gong Rong like a bullet.

Gong Rong was caught off guard and knocked to the ground by Lin Qi. She stared in shock at her own hands.

The next second, Lin Qi collided with the door.

Gong Shaojun, clad in a light blue robe, sat cross-legged on a meditation cushion with his eyes closed. His expression was filled with compassion, and his aura was cold and aloof, as if he were a celestial maiden from the heavens looking down upon the mortal realm.

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