Why… fall in love with him?
Tofu General, tofu Xin Mei… on that night when he was blind… their taste was something he would never forget in his lifetime.
“Xin Mei…”
He instinctively called her name. In his intense, unstoppable movements, he pressed against her cheek, holding her tightly.
He could never lose her again, never.
Li Chaoyang hadn’t thought Lu Qianqiao wouldn’t be able to resist going back; she just hadn’t expected he would turn back so decisively, as if completely forgetting she was still waiting behind.
Perhaps even if he remembered, he wouldn’t care.
Her pitch-black eyes instantly turned red. She had said she wouldn’t give him even one more day, even giving that girl the gate key, tacitly allowing her future visits to the War Ghost clan.
She never said anything twice.
Raising the square-bladed halberd in her hand, she prepared to throw it when she suddenly heard a frivolous yet cold voice behind her: “Are you Li Chaoyang?”
Without thinking, the square-bladed halberd danced through the air, instantly stabbing backward.
She heard no cry of pain, no sound of a body being pierced—for her, this was truly rare.
Li Chaoyang spun around abruptly, only to see a figure flash before her eyes, followed by a strange, glaring red light flickering directly at her. The square-bladed halberd swept horizontally following the figure—still no sound of impact. The opponent slipped away faster than a mouse.
She raised her hand to recall the square-bladed halberd and looked carefully. The opposite night was vast and dark with bitter cold wind—where was any human figure? Only the faint remnant of an odor that the War Ghost clan found detestable lingered in the wind—it was someone from the Fox clan.
She snorted contemptuously, clamped her legs, and urged Xiaofeng Li to pursue following the scent. But the usually docile spirit horse floated motionless in mid-air.
She frowned: “Go!”
Still no movement.
Li Chaoyang looked down and was horrified to see that all four of Xiaofeng Li’s legs had turned into crystalline ice blocks! It let out painful, fearful neighing, tears flowing from its eyes as it looked helplessly at its master on its back.
The ice was still spreading upward. In just an instant, its belly, chest, neck… all solidified into hard, lustrous ice!
Li Chaoyang reacted extremely quickly, immediately breaking free and flipping in the air before plummeting straight down. But Xiaofeng Li fell faster than she did—it had completely become an ice sculpture, crashing heavily to the ground with a deep shattering sound.
For the first time in her life, she felt shock. After landing, she ran over, but after just a few steps, she felt something wrong. Looking down, she discovered her own feet had similarly turned to ice blocks, firmly nailed to the ground. Next came her knees, thighs… Before she could let out an angry roar, ice and snow had already covered her head.
The Great Monk slowly emerged from the forest. The black silk glove on his left hand had been removed at some point, his right arm severed halfway with the severed limb tucked under his armpit. In the end, he hadn’t been able to dodge the perfect War Ghost’s first strike—his right arm was cut off. His face was pale. Suddenly he raised his left hand toward a giant tree beside him. Bright red light flickered in his palm, and the next moment, that giant tree also became beautiful, crystalline ice.
As if relieved, he slowly put on his glove, then slowly walked to Li Chaoyang’s side, carefully observing this War Ghost ice sculpture.
She was truly dead.
Approaching Xin Mei, frequently transporting her between the Imperial Tomb and Changgeng Pass, waiting more than half a month—he had indeed provoked her to come out. However, if all these circumstances hadn’t coincidentally come together, allowing him to wait for this moment when she was alone, this noble consort who usually had one or two War Ghosts by her side would have been truly difficult to kill. His ability couldn’t be used when there were too many people.
It was heaven’s will.
Taking paper and brush from the leather pouch at his waist, he dipped in blood from his severed arm wound and hastily wrote a line: [Li Chaoyang eliminated, mission accomplished.]
A completely black magpie had already landed on his arm, snatched the note, and flew away with beating wings.