"Along..."
"Stop talking. Don't feel guilty. This was my choice." Along interrupted, looking at Mu Anxiao. "What are you going to do?"
"When I tell you to start, you start," Mu Anxiao said. She stepped forward, brushing past the young elder, and stopped a few steps behind him, her hands parting to summon her soul sword.
Above.
Feng Qishi immediately sensed the demonic energy on the soul sword. Suixuan frowned and hurried out of the room, standing at the spot where they had just descended.
Mu Anxiao simultaneously felt Feng Qishi's immortal energy. She tilted her face up and shouted, "Shen Fengzi, move aside."
Feng Qishi froze. Just as he was about to speak, the old man stepped forward and grabbed his arm. "She might be about to cast a spell," he said, quickly pulling Feng Qishi completely away from the thatched hut.
Once she felt the immortal energy move further away, Mu Anxiao breathed a sigh of relief. She raised the soul sword above her head, spun it twice, and a ball of blue flame appeared at the sword's tip.
The elder asked in surprise, "What is that?"
Mu Anxiao tilted her head, remaining silent. She swiftly retreated her right leg, leaned forward, and forcefully swung the soul sword, now wreathed in blue flame, towards the ground in front of her. The flames then scattered over the ice and snow.
Suixuan, the moment the ice and snow began to melt, shouted, "Begin."
Upon hearing this, Along looked down at the young face of the elder and took a deep breath. She bent down and kissed him.
This time, as Along kissed him again, the elder's soul form froze in place, unable to move.
Mu Anxiao tightly gripped her soul sword, scattering the blue flames around them.
Above.
Feng Qishi was firmly held by the old man before a tree.
"You don't understand, let me go," Feng Qishi dared not exert force, fearing he might dismantle the old man's soul form. He decided to speak reasonably.
The old man refused to relent, gripping Feng Qishi's arm tightly. "No, Mu Anxiao told you to move aside."
"She told me to move aside, not to take me away. You..." Feng Qishi stopped mid-sentence, suddenly feeling a wave of heat. "Strange, I'm so hot." He looked towards the direction of the thatched hut.
Conversely, the old man felt no warmth at all. So when Feng Qishi spoke, he expressed his confusion, "Hot? How can it be hot?"
"Mu Shazi... she must be trapped," Feng Qishi guessed.
The old man: "What do you mean?" He didn't quite grasp it.
Feng Qishi: "She wasn't asking me to leave, but to go down and save her. That must be it." He looked serious.
The old man looked at Feng Qishi's expression, then glanced at the thatched hut again, swallowing. "She... it didn't seem like she wanted you to come over just now."
"She really..."
Unexpectedly, before Feng Qishi could finish speaking, a gust of wind blew, and the house on that side suddenly creaked.
Hearing the sound, the old man and Feng Qishi both looked towards the thatched hut. The old man's eyes widened. "It's shaking," he said, releasing Feng Qishi's arm.
Feng Qishi's eyes widened. "Not good, it's going to collapse." He quickly ran forward, looking incredulously at the swaying thatched hut. Recalling the demonic energy that had emanated from the soul sword, he didn't hesitate. He quickly used his powers to control the hut while shouting, "Mu Shazi, hurry out, the house is collapsing."
Below.
At the same time Feng Qishi shouted, Mu Anxiao lowered her soul sword, wiped the snow melting on her head, turned, and looked at the elder whose face was contorted in a grimace. She called out, "What's wrong?"
The elder couldn't reply. His face gradually began to age, and then he became blurry in Mu Anxiao's vision.
Seeing this, Mu Anxiao's eyes widened. She glanced behind him, said nothing more, and paid no mind to Feng Qishi's mood.
Meanwhile.
Along pressed the elder's arm tightly, slowly sat up, opened her eyes, and looked at the elder's aging face up close. She gave a wry smile and whispered, "Farewell." As she rose, the elder's soul suddenly passed through her and returned to his body.
Along released his arm.
Above, amidst the violent shaking of the thatched hut, Feng Qishi both retracted and extended his hands, casting one final spell.
At the same time, due to the shaking of the thatched hut above, Mu Anxiao could no longer stand steady.
Faced with this situation, Along hurriedly grabbed the elder's arm again. Then, just before the thatched hut collapsed, she quickly embraced the elder, using the last trace of her demonic power to protect herself and him.
By this time, Mu Anxiao looked at the flames on both sides that had instantly extinguished, and the white light that was gradually fading, thinking, it's over.
As she thought this, she forced herself to suppress the fear that was creeping up from her heart, quickly cast a protective shield around herself and them, and then crouched down.
Above, with a bang, the thatched hut completely collapsed.
"..." Feng Qishi lowered his hands, looking at the scene before him with exhaustion, tears welling up in his eyes.
The old man stood frozen in place.
While they were both stunned, Piao floated behind the old man. "What happened?"
Hearing this, the old man snapped back to attention, turned, and looked at Piao, exclaiming, "It's you."
"It's you," Piao had not recognized the old man earlier. Now, seeing him, he was also startled. "Elder, what happened there?" he asked, pointing towards the thatched hut.
The old man's eyes darkened. He glanced at Chen, Gu Xiao, and Axiá behind Piao and said in a low voice, "Mu Anxiao, to help a young fellow, she..." He couldn't explain clearly, so he simply said, "They are below."
Upon hearing this, the few of them widened their eyes.
Gu Xiao pursed his lips. "Mu Anxiao is dead?"
Axiá: "Impossible, right? If she's dead, why hasn't her soul appeared?" She looked around.
Chen: "With the collapse of the thatched hut, wouldn't they be smashed into meat paste?"
Hearing this, Gu Xiao and Axiá simultaneously fixed their gazes on Chen.
Startled by their intense stare, Chen stammered, "Mu Anxiao definitely wouldn't die." He then lowered his head.
Seeing Chen's startled expression, Piao sighed and looked back at the old man's worried face. "Mu Anxiao definitely won't be easily crushed to death," he said, patting the old man's shoulder.
Just then, Feng Qishi strode to the completely ruined thatched hut, knelt down, and began to frantically dig through the debris.
Seeing this, Piao quickly ran over and grabbed Feng Qishi's arm. "What are you doing?"
The moment Piao grabbed him, Feng Qishi stopped. He turned his head to Piao with red eyes and said, "I'll dig here, you dig there."
"They are under the thatched hut?" Piao, not understanding the old man's intention, asked Feng Qishi.
Feng Qishi: "No, they are in the cellar beneath the thatched hut. If we clear these things and find the entrance to the cellar, I believe there will still be a chance."
"I understand, get out of the way."
"What are you going to do?" Feng Qishi asked.
Piao: "I'll use demonic power. You're just wasting time like this." Saying that, he pulled Feng Qishi away.
Feng Qishi: "I'll..."
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