[The Orphan's Love Affair with a Beauty's Rivalry] (Volume 3, Chapter 190)

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Chapter 190 Misty Rain Pavilion

From that desolate, haunted house, to every corner of Jinan Prefecture, to the town of Liyang, and

many other places, Ling Ti had searched everywhere, but he remained nowhere to be found. Even the Rakshasa Sect members were searching for him everywhere;

he must have encountered great danger, without even a chance to escape back to the Rakshasa Sect!

She remembered telling him that if he encountered danger, he should come to Fengyin Palace to find her, so she returned here, waiting anxiously outside the palace gates

every , but no one came, and her heart sank to the bottom.

Wu Yue, Wu Yue, where are you? As a wanted criminal of the court, apart from the Rakshasa Queen's side and Fengyin Palace,

where in the land can you find a foothold? Don't you know that I have been waiting for you to come?

After returning to Fengyin Palace, as instructed by the princess, Hun'er reported to the Empress every day on the intelligence gathered by the spies from various places

, and then went to Misty Rain Pavilion to report to the princess once more. Of course, she knew very well that the princess hadn't suddenly

become concerned with matters of state; rather, she wanted to know if there was any news of Wuyue.

Today was no exception. She arrived at Yanyu Tower promptly at Shenshi (3-5 PM), but couldn't find the princess anywhere.

She asked Bing'er, but she didn't know either. Her mistress was so virtuous and capable, yet this little maid was always so confused. Her spirit left

Yanyu Tower and walked north along the flower-lined gallery. In the distance, she saw what appeared to be a blue figure near the lotus pavilion. That

pond of lotus leaves was always the princess's favorite. She quickened her pace, wondering, "The princess always likes to wear white.

Could that be her?"

Upon closer inspection, who else could it be but the princess? Her attire and makeup were strikingly different from her usual style. Her hair was styled in a low bun

, tied with a thin blue ribbon and a white jade hairpin with a

pearl . Aside from that, she wore no other adornments, not even earrings. She wore a floor-length blue dress

with simple white silk embroidery, a style she'd never seen before, paired with large, upturned palace shoes in a garish, overly colorful ensemble that

made her look stranger!

Seeing Hun'er approach, Lingti carefully observed her expression and sighed, her face frozen.

She turned to look at the lotus leaves in the pond, lost in thought.

Hun'er opened her mouth, but then remembered that she didn't have much to say today either—at least not to the princess.

She had spent over half an hour reporting to the Empress, as there was so much to report, and she

also had to accompany the Empress and Steward Zhu in analyzing some important intelligence.

The most pressing news today came from the Northern Sea spy network via carrier pigeon: the newly established Jurchen Jin Dynasty was

engulfed in war again on its northern border. The eldest daughter of the Jin ruler, Princess Murong, had launched a

large-scale war against the East Sea Jurchen Warka tribe, dividing her forces into two groups. If this tribe were captured, the Jin Dynasty would essentially have completed the unification of the Jurchen tribes.

Simultaneously, spies stationed in the Jin capital, Laozhai, reported that troops from various tribes were continuously

gathering outside the castle, each fully armed and riding spirited horses. It seemed the Liaodong Jurchen headquarters was preparing for war,

and a war against the Qianxi Dynasty was imminent!

Other intelligence, while important, paled in comparison to these two explosive news items. Even the Imperial Secret Service's embroidered robes were kept in the dark about

this news, let alone the old emperor. Hun'er was very proud

of the efficiency of her spies, for which she had earned the Empress's praise. The Empress was currently

preparing for

the .

However, the news that the princess cared about most, and was the only thing she cared about,

remained completely unanswered, like a stone sinking into the sea.

Seeing that Hun'er seemed to have nothing to say, Lingti remained silent for a long time. Suddenly, she felt

restless and uneasy , and turned to Hun'er, frowning, saying, "Call Ying'er and Jing'er, come with me up the mountain."

On the rugged mountain path at the southern foot of Wuling Mountain, Ying'er, Hun'er, and Jing'er followed the princess up the mountain.

This had happened more than once recently; Ying'er and the others knew that the princess was going up the mountain to gather herbs, perhaps to clear her mind.

However, after only a short while on the mountainside, and before she had even gathered a few medicinal herbs, she suddenly lost interest and turned back down the mountain.

Halfway down, Ying'er suddenly had a thought, remembering that she had planted a

crabapple She wondered how it had grown. Wanting to go see it, she said to Lingti, "Your Highness,

you should go back first. I'll go to the eastern cliff to see the sapling I planted years ago."

Lingti, troubled, waved her off, and continued down the mountain with Hun'er and Jing'er.

The southern slope of Wuling Mountain was gentler, while the eastern side was steep, almost entirely cliffs with no path.

Ying'er could only use her lightness skill to weave through the bushes, thickets, and thorns. Because the journey was long, she had to hurry,

lest she be unable to return to the palace before dark.

After crossing a ridge, the cliff came into view in the distance. On the cliff platform, she noticed some tiny black shadows

moving about. She was greatly puzzled; this was the forbidden area of Phoenix Palace, rarely visited by humans. How could they appear to be

human figures ?

She quickened her pace, flying closer. Upon closer inspection, she realized they were indeed people!

It was a white-clad figure wielding a curved sword, surrounded by a group of men in embroidered robes and black robes. Who was that person?

These men drew their swords, seemingly ready to attack. Who were they? Not only had they trespassed into the forbidden area designated by the Empress, but

they dared to openly commit murder here? No, she had to stop them!

She saw the white-clad figure seemingly gathering all his strength to its limit, pouncing on his enemies like a mad tiger!

He leaped, unleashing his leg—his years of honed skills erupted with astonishing power in this desperate situation! The black-clad

man, caught off guard, was kicked in the abdomen and immediately collapsed to the ground!

The group swarmed forward, but seeing his imposing aura and the powerful gusts of wind with every kick, they dared not

underestimate him . They avoided his attacks and engaged in hit-and-run tactics with the white-clad man, often launching sneak attacks from behind when he was off guard, striking once

and retreating immediately, unwilling to fight him to the death.

After nearly a hundred rounds of fierce fighting, the white-clad man had taken nine palm strikes and eighteen sword blows, his body covered in wounds and bleeding profusely. Despite his

severe injuries, he still fought to the death, continuing to fight on!

Ying'er was furious. These black-clad men were already outnumbering him, but to use such a despicable hit-

and-run tactic was clearly wrong, trying to exhaust him so they could trap him like a turtle in a jar!

That white-clad figure looked so familiar... Heavens! That's the Wuyue we've been searching for!

Driven to despair, she disregarded any path ahead and charged straight towards the cliff like a mad tiger.

Branches and thorns flew past her, scraping her face and body, but she paid them no heed.

Only one thought occupied her mind: save him! Hurry! Hurry! Any later and he'll be gone…

Suddenly, a mountain breeze swept across the cliff, instantly clearing Wuyue's confused mind. She thought,

" I'm already surrounded. Why act rashly? As long as I'm alive, I can always fight again! With my

superb lightness skill, escaping isn't entirely impossible!"

In a flash, without delay, her figure shot upwards like a rocket,

unleashing her inner potential in this desperate situation. She leaped three or four zhang high, soaring out of the encirclement like a roc spreading its wings, heading towards a southern

mountain ridge !

Just as he landed, he saw a flash of cold light before his eyes, dazzling and breathtaking! It was

a sword strike like a celestial being descending from the heavens, coming from an unbelievable angle, swift as the wind!

He had no way to dodge, and only instinctively pushed off the ground with his legs, leaping forward again.

Blood splattered everywhere! The sharp tip of the sword lightly grazed his right neck to his left chest, leaving a deep wound!

Blood rained down, leaving a pool of blood where he had leaped!

Fortunately, his instinctive leap caused the sword tip to slice diagonally below his throat; otherwise, the sharp blade would

have severed his throat!

A deadly and eerie sword strike! This black-clad assassin from the depths of hell must be a master among them,

truly a killing expert!

Wuyue's figure fell like a kite with a broken string, still shaken, when another black shadow followed closely behind,

its right palm carrying a fierce gale, striking towards his heart!

This seemingly light palm strike was incredibly swift, like a gazelle leaping through the air, leaving no trace! Before the palm even arrived,

a fierce gale had already assaulted his body, covering several vital acupoints on his chest!

Wu Yue's body, barely touching the ground with his toes, had no room to dodge. He could only instinctively

raise his hands to parry with his sword, but his opponent easily dodged it and pressed forward. He watched helplessly as

that white, jade-like palm grew larger and larger in his eyes!

With a muffled "thud," like striking leather! The palm pressed against his body, and the person suddenly unleashed a heart-shattering palm strike powerful enough to split rocks

!

Li Tianxiu, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, was shocked. This was

the earth-shattering palm strike from Yin Tianxia, the leader of the Flying Eagle Sect, the most mysterious assassin organization in the world, which had struck Xiao Wu Yue's heart! Lord Zheng wanted

a living person. By the time he realized something was wrong and tried to rush over to stop it, it was too late.

The instant the palm struck, Wu Yue didn't even have time to feel the pain. The meridians in his chest

were

shattered by the overwhelming

force of the palm strike. He felt a sweet taste in his throat, and blood gushed out. His body swayed precariously! "Brother Yin, please have mercy!" Li Tianxiu hurriedly flew towards the ridge. He had already realized that the Yin Sect Master clearly wanted to eliminate this survivor from over ten years ago to prevent future trouble.

Yin Tian remained unmoved. He took a step forward and unleashed another palm strike. If the previous strike had used eighty percent of his

power , reserving some to allow Xiao Wu Yue to dodge and 　　　change direction mid-strike, this strike was a full-force attack.

Xiao Wu Yue was already severely injured and had no ability to defend himself; the Yin Sect Master was determined to kill him!

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