At first, Zhang Tianyuan was shocked to see Zhao Shuning jump off the cliff without hesitation. But he was very familiar with the terrain of the Dark Swamp Land. Thinking that Zhao Shuning might have a backup plan, he immediately flew to the edge of the cliff.
Sure enough, at this moment, Zhao Shuning was using the vines on the cliff to jump towards the cave entrance.
And the cloth bag in Li Can's hand earlier had long disappeared.
It should have been Zhao Shuning who did something to it.
"Junior Sister, it's too late."
Hearing this voice, Zhao Shuning trembled all over. Then, her heart sank to the bottom of the lake.
Zhang Tianyuan was really insidious.
A powerful palm wind struck from above. To avoid it, Zhao Shuning had to let go of the vine in her hand.
If she didn't let go, she would surely die from that palm strike. Zhao Shuning had been so outstanding for so long. She didn't want to die at the hands of such a villain. It would be better to drown in the Undercurrent River than to suffer the humiliation of a villain like Zhang Tianyuan.
"Zhang Tianyuan, you'd better pray that I don't come back."
Otherwise, I will surely skin you alive to vent my hatred.
The Undercurrent River below was surging. The closer she got to it, the more she could feel its bone - chilling cold. Zhao Shuning suddenly smelled a stench.
The Undercurrent River, the place where countless spirit beasts were buried, was truly a river of death.
With a thud, her body fell into the Undercurrent River.
Then, the surging black liquid swept her into the waves.
Standing on the cliff, Zhang Tianyuan showed a blood - thirsty smile.
It was the right thing for him to get rid of the gifted Zhao Shuning as soon as possible. He would be the only rising star of the Misty Rain Tower in the future. Only he, Zhang Tianyuan, was qualified to become an inner - sect disciple of the Wang family.
Zhao Shuning felt that the liquid in the Undercurrent River was really painful.
It kept drilling into her skin and flesh, gnawing at her body again and again. She could hardly breathe. Her consciousness was getting more and more blurred, and she could hardly see the end.
Her body gradually went limp.
Just as she completely lost consciousness, Zhao Shuning's body was covered by a layer of white light.
The light carefully wrapped her in it. Seeing this, the extremely surging Undercurrent liquid didn't dare to get close anymore.
How long Zhao Shuning floated, she didn't know.
Her consciousness slowly came to a new place.
It was snowing heavily here. It was really strange to see such a scene in the southern part of the city. Moreover, Zhao Shuning felt that this place was extremely familiar.
When she opened her eyes again, she came to a place full of blooming peach blossoms. At the stone table under the most gorgeous peach tree, there sat a man in a blue robe. The upper part of his hair was simply tied up with a jade hairpin, and the lower part fluttered in the wind.
That man was so detached from the world and so out of reach.
This man had appeared in her dreams countless times.
The man turned his head. His face was peerless. He held a long flute in his hand. Seeing Zhao Shuning, a trace of doubt appeared between his eyebrows, and then only disappointment remained in his eyes.
"So, it's just a little girl."
Zhao Shuning stood there, looking at him from afar.
It was her master, the Imperial Tutor Yan Ruyu. Beside him, there was a sleeping divine beast, Bai Ze.
She missed him so much. This was the first time she had seen him so clearly since she was reborn.
Zhao Shuning rushed over, trying to hug him.
But her arm passed through Yan Ruyu's body and she missed.
Was this not her master's real body? Just a wisp of his primordial spirit?
"Little girl, you're really not shy. Why are you crying?"
Yan Ruyu put the jade flute on the stone table and reached out his hand, trying to wipe away the little girl's tears. Her eyes really looked like Ling'er's back then.
Zhao Shuning opened her mouth but couldn't speak. Seeing through the little girl's intention, Yan Ruyu said gently, "You can't speak now. Your body is still floating on the Undercurrent River. It's normal that you can't speak because of the water in the Undercurrent River."
Why was her master so gentle? Was he like this to everyone?
Zhao Shuning grabbed Yan Ruyu's hand. Although she couldn't touch the real body, just touching his primordial spirit made her feel satisfied.
On the stone table, there was a plate of grapes. Zhao Shuning walked over, picked one up, and offered it to Yan Ruyu.
A look of surprise appeared on Yan Ruyu's peerless face.
"Why are you giving this to me?"
Zhao Shuning lowered her head and wrote three words on the ground with a branch. Just these three words seemed to cover Yan Ruyu's eyes with a layer of frost.
"Zi Tuan'er -"
Only Ling'er would call him that.
Zhao Shuning looked at Yan Ruyu, knelt down in his direction, and then kowtowed heavily on the ground.
Yan Ruyu was her master and the one who had treated her best during those lonely days.
"How do you know about Zi Tuan'er? Are you... Ling'er?"
Zhao Shuning's eyes were full of tears. She slowly nodded.
At this moment, on the peak of Qingyun Country, Yan Ruyu suddenly opened his eyes. His hands were trembling slightly.
Was it really her? Was it Ling'er? How could Ling'er become like that?
There were countless Undercurrent Rivers in the Eastern Swamp Wilderness. Which one was she on now?
Yan Ruyu's mind was in a mess at this moment. He looked at the red - clothed woman lying on the ice bed. There was no smile on her face, and her body had no temperature. Since Ye Ling's death, Yan Ruyu's heart had returned to the frozen period again. But just now, he had felt the power of the Phoenix's primordial spirit. Following the primordial spirit, he came to that place and saw that little girl, who was Ye Ling.
Those eyes couldn't be wrong.
"Ling'er, you've finally come back."
Yan Ruyu's hand slowly slid across the face of the red - clothed woman on the ice bed. At this moment, there was a smile on his face.
His breathtakingly beautiful eyes, lips as beautiful as cherry blossoms, his enchanting and charming face, and his lotus - like appearance would make everyone indulge in just one look.
Although he couldn't be sure of the exact location of that aura, he knew the general direction, which was the Eastern Swamp Wilderness.
Under the protection of that layer of light, Zhao Shuning's body slowly floated to the shore, and her scarred body actually began to recover slowly.
Three days passed, then five days. On the seventh day, the girl's tightly closed eyes finally slowly opened.