Feng Ninghe was only at the Nascent Soul stage, and it was extremely difficult to defeat a cultivator in the Void Refining stage.
She finally understood why no one had been able to pass the seventh level of the Thundercloud Tower.
Her expression turned solemn, and she quickly drew her long sword to defend against the random sword energy.
"Snow Style Three?"
A'Yao suddenly furrowed her delicate brows and quickly stopped her sword, pushing it aside. As if sensing something, her sharp eyes darted around her, "Where did you learn such a sword technique?"
The woman's change in demeanor was slightly startling.
Feng Ninghe secretly tightened her grip on her long sword, her wariness not at all relaxed. She replied softly, "I learned it by chance. A senior taught it to me."
She had already mastered the first two moves of the Snow Style, but the final move was difficult to perfect.
A'Yao suddenly leaned close to her, her exquisitely made-up face filled with intense excitement. She blurted out what was on her mind in one breath.
"Xue Hongzhang taught you?"
"Are you his disciple? Where did you meet him? When did he teach you!"
Feng Ninghe was slightly taken aback. She instinctively took a step back, creating a little distance from A'Yao before stopping. "A little over a year ago, I unexpectedly encountered Senior Xue in a snowy area, and he taught me the Snow Style..."
She did not hesitate and simply recounted the sequence of events.
A'Yao's eyes were slightly moist, and her slender hand tightly gripped the hilt of her sword. "He... he's dead?"
Feng Ninghe nodded gently, her thoughts drifting back to that snowy scene.
"Yes, Senior Xue also gave me a brocade box and asked me to deliver it to someone named A'Yao..."
Mentioning this, her gaze suddenly paused. As if realizing something, her pupils widened abruptly. "A'Yao, is that you?"
A'Yao could no longer contain her eagerness. Her beautiful face was flushed with excitement. "Where is the brocade box! I thought he abandoned me! He actually died..."
Feng Ninghe hesitated for a moment, then quickly took out an exquisite brocade box from her spatial bracelet.
The woman snatched the brocade box and hastily opened it.
Inside the brocade box lay a letter and a smooth, translucent jade pendant.
A'Yao's slender fingers brushed over the jade, caressing its surface. Her eyes were slightly moist. "This jade is the token of love I gave him back then. One for each of us."
Feng Ninghe opened her lips and spoke again, "Senior Xue said that if I came here, I might have a chance to meet A'Yao, and asked me to convey a message for him: he could not fulfill his promise."
Tears slowly trickled down A'Yao's face, her long, curled eyelashes catching a few droplets.
She bit her lip and opened the letter.
The bell stopped its swaying at some point.
The large hall became incredibly quiet.
A'Yao's mouth twitched violently, like a wounded beauty, evoking pity even in an observer.
Clang—
The long sword that had been in her hand now fell to the ground with a crisp sound. httpδ:/m.kuAisugg.nět
"Xue Hongzhang... so you didn't abandon me... you were trapped in the snow by the formation, day after day..."
A'Yao hung her head, as if murmuring to herself, muttering softly.
Feng Ninghe stood there with a slight apprehension and spoke softly, interrupting A'Yao, who was lost in her grief, "Senior, does the trial continue?"
A'Yao finally raised her head and met her gaze. "I have a past connection with him. Since you have inherited his legacy, you are considered half his disciple. This seventh trial will be considered passed."
"What?"
Feng Ninghe could not hide her astonishment. She looked at the woman before her with slight hesitation. "This counts as me passing?"
A'Yao gazed at her calmly, her expression as indifferent as ever. "The seventh trial was intentionally difficult, designed to prevent anyone from passing. Anyone who reaches the seventh trial, I would find a way to stop them. Today, you are considered lucky."
Feng Ninghe had never imagined she would pass the seventh trial in such a manner.
A smile involuntarily appeared on her face.
Although she had passed the seventh trial by means of a trick, she had ultimately passed.
A'Yao unhurriedly put away the brocade box and strode ahead, leading the way. "Since you have passed the seventh trial, you will be able to see future scenes through the Moon Gazing Mirror. Come with me."
Feng Ninghe did not hesitate and followed A'Yao into a room.
A long mirror was placed in the room.
She approached the mirror.
The mirror seemed to possess a magical power, instantly drawing a person's consciousness into it.
At this moment, she also saw the scene before her clearly.
In the mirror, she was holding a long sword and fiercely thrusting it into a man's chest.
Feng Ninghe also saw the man's face clearly at this moment.
"Si Jianye?"
Her eyes widened in astonishment, staring intently at the man's face, fearing she was mistaken.
In the mirror, Si Jianye's expression was cold, dressed in black. His handsome figure exuded a coercive pressure.
The face before her was extremely familiar, yet it gave her a sense of strangeness.
This feeling was very peculiar.
The man curled his thin lips towards her, a wicked smile filling his shadowed face.
"What's going on!"
Feng Ninghe stared at everything before her in disbelief, instinctively taking a step back.
Bang!
Her consciousness was repelled by the mirror.
She quickly lowered her gaze to the long sword in her hand.
In the mirror, she had used this very sword to pierce Si Jianye's heart.
Why would she, without any reason, stab Si Jianye with her sword?
"Senior A'Yao, will everything that happens in the Moon Gazing Mirror become reality?"
Feng Ninghe quickly turned her gaze to A'Yao, who was not far away.
A'Yao lowered her gaze, her slender fingers playing with a piece of jade. Her beautiful eyes were filled with sorrow, and her slightly deep voice slowly fell, "What you see is the future. Do you think it will become reality?"
These simple words instantly silenced Feng Ninghe.
She lowered her eyes and remained silent, clearly lost in thought.
She was absolutely certain that she would never act against Si Jianye. Even if they had a conflict, she would never do such a thing.
Yet, the Moon Gazing Mirror clearly told her that she had.
Seeing Feng Ninghe standing there in silence, A'Yao put away the jade pendant, raised her eyes, and looked directly at her. "You have glimpsed the secrets of heaven. Since it is the future, it is unavoidable. Accept it if you can. The trial is over, you may leave."
Feng Ninghe instinctively gazed at the Moon Gazing Mirror before her.
The mirror appeared unremarkable, extremely calm. Everything she had seen moments ago seemed like an illusion...
Dong!
A dull drumbeat slowly spread from the Thundercloud Tower.
A male voice accompanied the drumbeat.
"Everyone, just now, someone has passed the seventh level of the Thundercloud Tower!"
The old man's voice was slightly excited. "In ten thousand years, this is the first person to have passed all the trials of the Thundercloud Tower!"
Outside the Thundercloud Tower.
The cultivators stared with wide eyes, looking at everything before them in disbelief. "Did I hear that correctly? Someone actually passed the seventh level of the Thundercloud Tower!"