Misguided practice of sinister cultivation techniques: Slander! The problem lies with you all, not me!-Chapter 1086 - 562_2

This Youngest Sister Peak is incredibly high; after all, they spent a whole day and night just climbing to the peak. If she were to fall, even with her strong True Qi and profound swordsmanship, she would inevitably be smashed to pieces.

After all, not everyone can ascend like Duan Yun, stepping foot over foot into the sky.

At this moment, Ziyu took a deep breath, causing her already ample chest to expand even further.

Meanwhile, one of her eyes changed color — that was Qingyu's gaze.

Ziyu couldn't help but awaken her sister, a sign that she intended to push her Sword Intent to the extreme.

"This is it!" Ziyu suddenly shouted.

She wasn't talking to herself but to Qingyu.

Because here, she was at the closest point to the snow peak and needed to change the situation now.

"Got it, what a bother."

Qingyu's impatient voice rang out.

At this moment, the two sisters' minds became one, and Ziyu flicked her wrist, sending out a sword strike.

Yes, this sword wasn't a thrust or a slash but a flick.

The mirror-like Sword Light flicked out and instantly turned into an arc, smashing towards the snow peak like a whip.

With a snap, the Sword Light struck the snow peak, leaving a clear sword mark.

And Ziyu's body used this opportunity to swing closer to the snow peak.

Immediately followed by the second sword, the third sword...

Every sword was a flick, and the Sword Qi trailing each was like a whip or one of those rare Martial World weapons, the Chain Sword.

The Chain Sword was remarkably long, reaching distances of nearly twenty zhang.

This was the Sword Qi limit that Ziyu could exert.

When the sixth sword fell, Ziyu finally landed on the ice with a snap, her whole body feeling somewhat weak.

But she just took a breath, then slid down the glacier.

People say, "Going up a mountain is easy, going down is hard," but this saying doesn't apply to a Martial Arts master like Ziyu.

She employed her movement technique, utilizing the smooth ice, her whole body shooting down the mountain like a stream of light.

Snowflakes churned up behind her into a white turbulent stream, and her whole being sped across the glacier and snow layers.

Ziyu felt her skin and chest flapping wildly in the wind, looking very disheveled, but she couldn't care about that anymore.

All she could do was charge!

Charged with all her might!

Halfway down, due to her extreme speed, she crashed through two ice pillars, feeling like her chest had shrunk, but she still didn't slow down.

A time of thirty bamboo clappers seemed long when spoken, but to her, it was too short.

Because the distance to Yuzhu Manor from here was too far.

By this point, the snowy mountain was already behind her, replaced by the picturesque meadow and pine forest scenery.

Ziyu slid down the snow mountain, her shoes worn through, leaving only the top layer wrapped over her feet.

But she continued to slide, sliding with all her might!

By sheer coincidence, a herd of wild cattle emerged on the picturesque slope.

Ziyu couldn't help but shout, "Get out of the way! Move!"

These cattle seemed to understand, most of them starting to run and avoid her.

After all, anyone seeing a person shooting down the slope like a cannonball would be terrified and run to evade.

But it was too late.

Her speed was too fast, and the leading wild ox couldn't dodge in time.

With a booming sound, the wild ox was hurled into the air like a cannonball. At that moment, not only did Ziyu feel her bones trembling, but she also saw the shocked and dumbfounded expression on the ox's face.

With a thud, the wild ox crashed into the snow monastery, collapsing a rooftop section. It then rolled violently on the ground, plowing through the vegetable garden on the right side of the steps before coming to a halt.

When the nuns ran out in astonishment to investigate, they found the wild ox steaming all over, as if it had been cooked.

The noise from the wild ox caught the nuns' attention, while Ziyu took this chance to endure the intense pain and exit the snowy monastery's gate.

Afterward, it was a wild run!

A reckless and frantic sprint.

The path she used to walk step-by-step was now rolled over with her legs.

She took large strides, nearly into splits with each leap, and with very high speed.

Using her reckless forward lunge, she finally dashed back to "Mahui Town."

The only town on the snowy mountain road.

Though small, the town was bustling due to business exchanges.

You could say it was tiny, yet well-equipped.

With no pause, Ziyu rushed to the messenger station to send a message.

"I want to lease all the pigeons here, send a message to Yuzhu Manor, say it's urgent from Mahui Town!" Ziyu panted.

"All the pigeons, that would..."

Before the clerk finished speaking, seven or eight pieces of gold were flung onto the table.

The boss saw this and pushed the clerk aside, shouting, "Why are you still standing around? Release the pigeons, the good ones, hurry, hurry, hurry!"

In an instant, a flock of pigeons took flight.

Ziyu was still uneasy, despite the messenger station owner repeatedly assuring their professionalism, though she wasn't sure of the truth in his words.

"Rest assured, guest! I'm Old Ironhead, this is Ironhead Messenger Station, chain operations. The pigeons and red hawks used to send messages during the war were all trained by me! Branch stations elsewhere are managed by my close associates, professionals!"

"Guest, for you, I've even sent three old red hawks."

Hearing this, Ziyu allowed herself to start breathing deeply, sitting cross-legged to heal.

She knew that the pigeons and especially the red hawks used during the war to send messages wouldn't be subpar.

The injuries she sustained while rushing and crashing along the way were no minor matter, but that wasn't all.

There were also internal injuries—

Throughout her journey, she hadn't dared to stop nor slow down, resulting in numerous cracks in her body meridians.

Now she needed to sit and heal.

It was impossible to rely solely on herself for complete recovery, but Ziyu wasn't worried.

Because as long as Duan Yun provided her with a complete internal and external restoration, even deep-seated internal injuries should be mostly healable.

Duan Yun's "Divine Doctor" reputation wasn't unfounded.

At this time, she could only hope that the pigeons and red hawks in the air would speed across this distance.

Even though Yuzhu Manor and this place are both in Yun State, the distance isn't exactly close.

...

At Yuzhu Manor, Duan Yun was drinking tea and eating fruit with Shen Ying and Feng Ling'er.

He was hesitating over whether to tell Feng Ling'er about visiting Shen Ying's parents.

Not telling might seem like sneaking around or illicit liaisons, lacking transparency, but telling her, with her fiery temper, might lead her to bring her mother into the matter and give him a scolding.

Although now his strength was on par with the Purple-Clad Dragon King, he still felt a bit intimidated facing that extraordinarily beautiful lady.

In facing these women's family elders, one could say he felt intimidated.

After all, they were his future father-in-law and mother-in-law.

Even Shen Ying saw through his thoughts, not only refraining from helping alleviate his worries but also looking at him with a schadenfreude attitude.

This was the consequence of a young hero spreading charm everywhere.

Just then, a burst of hurried footsteps came from outside.

"Young Hero Duan, a letter!"

"An urgent letter!"

The person's steps rushed, apparently disregarding politeness, and suddenly the gate of Yuzhu Manor was slammed open.

Upon seeing this person's appearance, Duan Yun and the others were startled.

The person's face was ashen, obviously the symptom of shortness of breath from running too fast, and he was adorned with seven or eight pigeons, with a red hawk perched atop his head.

"The message has arrived, and it says only 'Mahui Town urgent, urgent, urgent.'"

At those words, Duan Yun's expression changed.

Because he knew, this meant something had happened to the Murong; an urgent message had been brought.

"Where is Mahui Town?"

"To the north."

As soon as the man finished speaking, Duan Yun vanished from sight with a "whoosh," leaving only one shoe in the courtyard.

Even the pigeons on him seemingly failed to keep up, abruptly halting in confusion.

After a moment, they realized and flapped their wings to give chase.

Feng Ling'er observed and asked, "Is he going to be okay?"

Shen Ying replied thoughtfully, "Even if there is an issue, that's all there is to do."

Yes, the strongest hero had gone, and if he couldn't resolve it, no one could.