Wind Control Skill!

In the inner court of the imperial palace, almost simultaneously, a figure carrying a Sword Box leaped up over the rubble of the imperial city as he sensed Chen Yi approaching.

The real Qi Yangjian himself would not waste words here, let alone a paper figurine. Without a second word, he tapped the Sword Box with his fingers.

A sword shot into the air, carrying an unparalleled might of Sword Gang, whipping up a fierce wind straight toward Chen Yi!

Chen Yi navigated the wind, his single hand shifting into another seal. The True Fire gathered within his Heart Lake surged forth to his lips, and he directly breathed fire.

The firestorm roared, the flames clashing fiercely against the sword. Although the sword slashed through the waves of fire, it began to warp and twist under the blaze. By the time it reached Chen Yi, it had already lost all strength.

Chen Yi swept his sword in a horizontal arc.

Qi Yangjian's sword was instantly reduced to ash, as fragile as a piece of paper.

From a distance, Dong Guifei witnessed this scene, her jaw dropping in shock. Paper figurines were often used by Taoists to deal with Martial Artists, as they granted Taoists a close-combat capability they normally lacked.

But when paper figurines were used against Taoists—especially those at higher levels—they often fell short.

Paper figurines, no matter how powerful, were still paper.

And paper had always been afraid of water and fire.

Qi Yangjian, seeing his sword so easily neutralized, did not retreat even a single step. The difficulty of using paper figurines against Taoists—how could the former emperor have been unaware? From within the palace walls, several Taoists' paper figurines emerged all at once. Three began forming the seals for the Golden Light Body Protection Technique, while another two launched attacks of thunder, fire, and water against Chen Yi.

A golden light enveloped Qi Yangjian, while Chen Yi, soaring through the air, was relentlessly assailed by bolts of lightning, jets of fire, and water arrows. The wind around him churned as if boiling over.

Chen Yi drew several paper figurines from his pocket and exhaled softly.

From his hands emerged a group of paper maidservants, who landed gracefully on the ground before charging toward the Taoists' paper figurines.

From afar, Dong Guifei also rose to her feet. Swiftly, she leapt over the palace walls and into the imperial city, assisting the paper maidservants in covering their assault. Even as countless other paper figurines swarmed to encircle them.

Chen Yi advanced step by step, riding the wind. Qi Yangjian gave a light tap on his Sword Box—one sword shot out. With another tap, a second sword followed. After the third tap, three swords streaked forth in succession!

Today, the seventh day of the second month, was a critical moment. Protected by the golden light, Qi Yangjian sought a quick and decisive battle, leaving no room for hesitation. With the three taps, he unleashed his renowned technique: "Three Swords Breaking Mountains."

The three swords followed in quick succession, one after the other, their power far surpassing the earlier strikes. Along the way, pavilions and towers swayed from the impact of the winds, shattered tiles flew like missiles, and a tearful screech filled the air as the structures cracked.

Sword Qi pierced the heavens!

One sword to shatter all your killing moves, leaving you entirely defenseless.

One sword to break through your painstakingly trained, unyielding physique.

The final sword, to sever your head from your shoulders!

The swords and their Sword Qi reached a pinnacle of ferocity!

Dong Guifei looked up at the terrifying might of the three swords, her pupils contracting sharply.

Boom!

The next moment, a cloud of dust exploded into the air.

Dust and debris surged skyward, and shattered rubble rained down like a storm amidst the swirling fog.

Dong Guifei watched as dispersing Sword Qi splashed across the sky like ink spilled on a canvas.

Blood trickled from the corner of Chen Yi's mouth, lightning and fire crackling around him.

His body had been pierced through, leaving a fist-sized hole from which blood flowed freely.

Everything happened too quickly for Dong Guifei to make sense of it. She only remembered seeing lightning first, then fire, and then Chen Yi's figure flickering repeatedly, retreating dozens of meters with loud explosions in his wake. Even as he fell back, he kept spinning his sword—a technique from Yin Sword Mountain: the Living Sword!

Yet, Qi Yangjian's three swords never managed to fully reach Chen Yi. Their Sword Qi rapidly dissipated, and only one sword successfully pierced into Chen Yi's abdomen!

At last…

Fragments of paper fluttered down like rain.

In the instant that Qi Yangjian's paper figurine shattered into pieces—

The heavens tore open, revealing a gaping rift.

Through the rift, one could see—

The waters of the Huangquan River rushing in reverse, cascading turbulently upward along the remnants of chaos, surging toward even greater heights.

It was as though the heavens had opened a curtain…

And Chen Yi's figure surged toward the rift.

He had to find her!

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It was as if she had lived another life.

A child born in the Prince's Mansion.

After many years of marriage, the Prince of Jing finally had a child. The entire mansion erupted in celebration—red eggs and crimson pastries were everywhere, and the sound of firecrackers echoed throughout the morning.

Yin Weiyin opened her eyes in confusion, feeling as though she had returned to the moment of her birth.

The old maid carried her, wrapped tightly in cloth, toward the Princess, who had just given birth. The Princess looked frail but managed a smile. Yin Weiyin wanted to smile too but burst into tears instead.

Tears streamed down her face.

At that moment, the Prince of Jing entered. Back then, her father was not yet old—there were no wrinkles on his brow.

"Your Highness, it's a girl, and she's a full eight pounds!"

The old maid announced excitedly.

"A girl is good, a girl is good! Eight pounds—ah, a robust little girl!"

The Prince laughed heartily, while Yin Weiyin cried even more fiercely. Becoming a father for the first time, he was at a complete loss, glancing between the Princess and the maid, unsure of what to do. After a moment's thought, fearing the child might dislike him, he began crying along with Yin Weiyin.

The Prince furrowed his brow, tears streaming down his face.

Yin Weiyin kept crying, unable to stop herself. When she saw her father cry, she cried even harder.

She remembered feeling very happy then.

After birth, she grew day by day. Many families feared their children might die young and thus gave them unassuming names. While the Prince's Mansion was spared such superstitions, they constantly worried about the eldest daughter falling ill accidentally or encountering some mishap.

But she remained untouched by illness from birth, growing up healthy and strong. Before long, she blossomed into a young maiden. During that time, she listened to countless tales of immortals, from "The Eight Immortals Cross the Sea" to "Records of Divine Seeking" and "The Investiture of the Gods." She never tired of them, often clinging to her mother. When her mother grew exhausted of storytelling, the old maid would take over.

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