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"Whoever dares to trespass into the Purple Palace shall be killed without mercy. [You can find almost any book you want here, it's much more stable than general novel websites and updates faster too, full text with no ads.]"


One of the Nine Heavens Xuan Nv, Cang Lan Martial Saint, rose from the shores of Heavenly Lake.




The combat prowess of Canglan Wusheng, the Martial Saint of Azure Waves, ranked first among the Nine Heavens Xuan Nü. She was the Empress's personal guard. She wore a Phoenix Flame Holy Armor, wielded a Burning Heaven Sword, her figure was extremely graceful, her eyebrows and eyes were like paintings, her face was exceptionally beautiful, and her fiery red hair burned like flames. Seen from afar, she resembled a peerless beauty-warrior god.

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Besides, all the holy beings in Ziwei Palace also took action, transforming into towering human figures, some shimmering with golden light, others burning with flames, and still others radiating brilliant clouds of colorful mist.


Countless giant palms, holy artifacts one by one, streaks of lightning, all surged towards the white-haired woman in the distance.


Someone broke into the Purple Micro Palace. It was their incompetence in the first place, and now they naturally need to do their best to make amends and eliminate the enemy before they reach the Yuanchu Holy Hall.


A white-haired woman stood above the sea of clouds, her skin as fair as porcelain, her eyes deep and serene. Her neck was incredibly long, giving her an otherworldly aura, like a fairy who had never tasted the smoke of human desires.


She looked on calmly, the attacks of the myriad saints in Ziwei Palace stopping as she ceased to play her flute.


A slender, boneless hand, delicately holding a bamboo flute, pointed towards the front.


A deafening roar echoed through the heavens, causing the very earth to tremble violently. There was a sense that everything was about to be overturned. Every attack was shattered by an invisible force, scattering in all directions.


At this moment, within the Purple Micro Palace, there were countless renowned saints, each spewing blood and fainting. Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!

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Even the peerless martial saint Canglan was drenched in blood, falling from the sky. He seemed about to plunge into the Heavenly Pool.

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"Wow"



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The holy woman of arts extended a slender hand, flinging the scripture of the Confucian sage, catching the delicate form of the martial saint Canglan, saving her.


The white-haired woman ceased her attacks and halted, a pair of deep, starlike eyes, like two boundless universes, fixed on the Empress who sat by the Heavenly Pond.


The Empress remained remarkably calm, her eyes betraying no emotion whatsoever. She simply said in a soft voice, "Lan You, it has been a hundred years since we last met, hasn't it?"


"It was one hundred and thirty-one years and forty-four days." the white-haired woman said.


The Empress fell silent for a moment before continuing, "Every hundred years, you challenge me once, and each time you end in failure."


"So what? As long as I'm alive, I'll definitely come back to kill you."




A chill emanated from the Empress, causing even the night sky of a full moon to be blanketed with goose-feather snow.


Snowflakes, like a waterfall, cascade down.




This can be seen, at this moment the empress is most enraged.


You are still alive only because this emperor has not decided to kill you. Last time, this emperor said that if you dared to come to the Purple Micro Palace again, he would show you no mercy.


"Can you still fight?"


A white-haired woman with long hair flowing freely on her head, swaying like willow catkins without wind.


Perhaps throughout the entire world, only she dared to stand before the empress with such fearlessness, composure, and strength.


The Empress's red lips curled into a slight smile, her expression breathtakingly beautiful yet tinged with coldness. "You actually believe that this Empress can no longer make a move?"

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After a while, the Empress said again: "Eight hundred years have passed, I thought you would be smarter than before, but I didn't expect that you are still so foolish."


"Is that so?" the white-haired woman said.




"Everyone in the world wouldn't dare to enter Ziwei Palace, yet only you dare to come. Isn't that foolish?"


The Empress's aura was incredibly powerful, surrounded by divine light and with auspicious clouds reaching the heavens. It seemed as if the entire Central Plains was bathed in her divine radiance.


How can it be said that
they are dodging the Heavenly Dao?



"A woman with white hair said softly: “Others dare not come because they fear death. I dare to come because eight hundred years ago, my heart already died, and I no longer fear death. The reason I am still alive is because you are alive. Whether you can make a move or if you're avoiding heaven’s decree, today I will definitely come. Chi Yao, I have only one question for you: Do you remember Zhang Ruochen from eight hundred years ago?”"


As soon as the three words "Zhang Ruochin" were spoken, the sage woman standing behind the Empress, whose body was adorned with scriptures, trembled slightly. Her beautiful eyes unconsciously turned towards the Empress, and she thought to herself, "Could it be that the Empress has some extraordinary relationship with the Holy Ming Prince from eight hundred years ago?"


After Chi Yao ascended the throne, she secretly issued an edict to destroy all books about Zhang Ruichen. To this day, there are very few records of Sheng Ming, the Crown Prince.

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The Empress, however, appeared calm and composed. She smiled and said, "Zhang Ruochin... Such an ancient name. If you hadn't mentioned it, I almost would have forgotten who he was."


<<<"Are you deliberately avoiding this? If you truly don't remember who he is, why would you personally order the capture of someone with the same name and surname as him? Your conscience wouldn't be at peace for eight hundred years, would it? That's why you feel afraid, terrified, even a person with the same name and surname is unbearable. Right?"

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A white-haired woman walked step by step forward, soon arriving at the edge of the Heavenly Pool. She stood opposite the Empress, separated only by the water.


Both were peerless beauties, one the Emperor of Kunlun and the other the Saint Ancestor of Mingtang. Yet here they stood, facing each other, a clash seemingly inevitable.


The Queen fell silent, then after a long pause, said: "Lan You, I don't want to kill you. After all, of our generation, there are very few of us still alive. Go back. Don't force my hand."


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The Queen closed her eyes, revealing only a beautiful line of eyeliner. Her long, curved eyelashes quivered for a long moment before she spoke, "What if he's not dead yet?"


At this, the imposing aura that had gathered around the white-haired woman instantly dissipated. Even the resolute expression in her eyes vanished without a trace.

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She stopped in her tracks, her eyes fixed on the Queen in the distance.




But the Empress closed her eyes, and it was impossible to see the emotions that flickered within them.


"What do you mean?" the white-haired woman asked.




"It means nothing, I'm just asking you a simple question. You can choose to answer me, or you can choose not to." The Queen reopened her eyes and met the white-haired woman's gaze, appearing calm and composed.


I don't believe you, there must be something more to what you're saying.


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At this moment, all the cultivators in the central Imperial City could see the peacock phantom above their heads. It was like an ancient divine beast had flown to this place, causing many cultivators to feel uneasy and terrified.


Only some antiques that had lived for hundreds of years guessed the identity of the master of the peacock illusion and all rushed towards Ziwei Palace.


The Queen said, "If you insist on thinking this way, there's nothing I can do. All I want to know is, do you still dare to make a move?"

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Sometimes, people need a strong obsession to be fearless in the face of death.


When obsession begins to waver, it can no longer remain steadfast.

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The young woman from the Bible bit her lip lightly, staring at the white-haired woman standing in the center of the Heavenly Pond. She could feel the killing intent emanating from the white-haired woman, still quite strong. It was just a pity that the absolute coldness in the white-haired woman's eyes had vanished.


At this moment, the woman of scripture could already determine that the white-haired woman would definitely retreat.


A woman with white hair fell into deep thought, then suddenly something came to mind. Her eyes flashed with a terrifyingly sharp light.




Then, she raised her head again and glared at the Empress, saying, "Chi Yao, after I meet him, I will definitely come back."


The voice still lingered above the Heavenly Pool, but the woman with white hair had vanished. There was no sign of her anywhere in the world.


"Having cultivated for eight hundred years, you're still fixated on me dying, him dying, or your own death. What difference is there between such a mindset and that of ordinary people?"


"The Empress spoke to herself, a hint of mockery in her smile as she gazed into the water. Her almond eyes twinkled with amusement, though it was unclear who, if anyone, she was mocking."


The female sage whispered, "As I understand it, Wan Zhaoyi went to Yuan Mansion personally and mobilized many masters from the Ministry of War to arrest Zhang Ruochin with great fanfare.""If Wan Zhaoyi's task is not done well, he naturally has to try his best to remedy it," the Empress said. "You should also go to Yuan Mansion and give Wan Zhaoyi an imperial decree. Within three months, if Zhang Ruochin cannot be captured, this empress will have to charge him with treason against the throne. Let him choose how he wants to die."

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"Acknowledged."


The young woman, a talented scribe in the scriptures, bowed slightly. Then, she withdrew.


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The Yuanfu, Qingli County.


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Zhang Ruochin's injuries were extremely severe. His clothes had turned blood red, and he was in a semi-conscious state.


Xiaohei carried Zhang Ruochin and entered a vast, emerald-green mountain. At the mid-mountain, they found a cave dwelling and hid inside.


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Although Li Min was also seriously injured, she was only an ordinary person after all. After taking a healing pill, she recovered quickly.


The stronger your physique, the harder it is to get hurt. Even if you do get injured, you can recover very quickly.


However, even powerful cultivators find it more difficult to recover from severe internal injuries compared to ordinary people.


Zhang Ruochen spent an hour refining a seventh-grade healing pill, only to barely suppress his injuries.

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