The Legend of the Princess' Counterattack

Chapter 612 The Truth of the Robbery

The night was as dark as ink, too thick to be dissolved. Only the twinkling spirit crystals in the secret passage of Xingyun Pavilion emitted a faint light, as if desperately resisting the endless darkness. Yun Yao, Chu Mochen and Ye Wuhen hurried in the secret passage, their footsteps echoing rapidly, and the atmosphere was so heavy that it was suffocating. They had just escaped from the thrilling palace cave, and everyone had a heavy stone on their hearts. At this moment, the ancient atmosphere in the secret passage seemed to be paving the way for the truth that was about to be revealed.

The runes on the walls of the secret passage flickered, as if whispering the secrets of the past. Chu Mochen walked in the front, holding the black ice knife tightly in his hand. The blade shone coldly, reflecting his cold but somewhat tired face. Yun Yao followed closely behind him, her eyes always fell on Chu Mochen's back, her heart was mixed with mixed feelings. In the hardships along the way, every time at the critical moment of life and death, Chu Mochen always protected her behind him without hesitation. His determination and responsibility made her moved and distressed. Ye Wuhen was the last one to leave. He was agile and looked around vigilantly. The folding fan in his hand seemed to open and close casually, but in fact it was hidden with mysteries, ready to deal with emergencies at any time.

Finally, they came to a hidden corner of the secret passage. It was as quiet as a dead place, and only their heavy breathing could be heard clearly. Yun Yao's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and an inexplicable tension clenched her heart. She knew that some crucial truths were about to surface in this silence.

Chu Mochen took a deep breath and slowly stretched out his hand. The fragment of the Burning Heart Mirror in his hand, which he had just taken out from behind the bronze door of the palace cave, was flickering with a strange light in the dim light. The fragment was cold to the touch, but it seemed to carry some kind of burning power, causing his fingertips to tremble slightly. The moment his skin touched the fragment, a powerful force suddenly pulled his consciousness into an illusory space.

Yun Yao watched Chu Mochen's eyes become empty in an instant, her body stood stiffly in place, her heart suddenly sank, she subconsciously reached out to grab Chu Mochen, but her hand was empty. "Chu Mochen!" She screamed, her voice echoing in the secret passage, with endless anxiety and worry.

Seeing this, Ye Wuhen immediately stepped forward and spread out his folding fan. A spiritual barrier instantly enveloped the three of them to prevent outside interference. He frowned, stared at Chu Mochen, and whispered, "Don't panic, this may be the fragment transmitting some memory, let's wait."

Yun Yao bit her lower lip, suppressed her inner anxiety, and nodded. Her eyes never left Chu Mochen, full of concern and expectation, hoping that he would return safely.

In that illusory memory space, time seemed to flow backwards. Chu Mochen saw a sunny spring day. The peach blossoms outside the palace were in full bloom, like clouds and rosy clouds, and the petals fluttered in the wind, beautiful as a dream. At the gate of the palace, a group of maids and old women surrounded a weak figure. It was Yun Yao, who had just arrived and was bullied. She was thin, haggard, and her eyes were full of helplessness and panic. She was pushed by several evil servants and almost fell to the ground.

At that moment, Chu Mochen clearly felt a strong impulse rising from deep within his heart, an instinctive desire to protect. Then, the Tribulation Array in his body glowed without warning, and a warm force flowed along his meridians, as if responding to his emotions. He watched himself at that time, and without hesitation, he shouted loudly to stop the evil servant's evil deeds. The sunlight shone on him, outlining his tall figure, as if he was a hero descending from the sky.

The scene changed to a courtyard in the palace. The night was deep and the moonlight sprinkled on the ground like water, but it was a bit cold. Yun Yao was lying in bed, her face was as pale as paper, her brows were furrowed, and beads of sweat rolled down her forehead. It was obvious that she was poisoned and was in a coma, her life hanging by a thread. At the bedside, several doctors shook their heads and sighed, helpless. Chu Mochen was anxious. He held Yun Yao's hand tightly. The hand was icy cold and piercing, which made his heart tighten. When everyone was in despair, he secretly urged the spiritual power in his body, trying to use his own spiritual veins as a guide to absorb the toxins in Yun Yao's body. In an instant, the light of the robbery array pattern was bright, and his body was struck by lightning. The pain came, but he gritted his teeth and endured it. The veins on his forehead bulged, and sweat soaked his clothes.

In the next scene, the martial arts arena of the sect was crowded with people and the atmosphere was very warm. Yun Yao was dressed in white, with a light figure, like a fairy in the snow, dancing with a sword on the stage. However, some people in the audience showed jealousy and viciousness. Suddenly, a black shadow rushed out like a ghost, with a blazing fire in the palm, and rushed straight to Yun Yao. It was a fatal "burning heart palm", which was about to hit the defenseless Yun Yao. At the critical moment, Chu Mochen flew onto the ring and blocked these three fierce palms for Yun Yao without hesitation. His body was knocked away and fell heavily to the ground, spitting blood. The clothes on his chest were instantly stained red with blood, and the robbery array pattern was stained with blood, flashing a dazzling light.

The scenes in his memory kept switching like a revolving lantern, and each scene was a scene where Chu Mochen stepped forward at Yun Yao's most critical moment. He endured the pain again and again, and exchanged his own safety for Yun Yao's safety again and again, and all of this came from the mysterious substitutionary calamity array pattern, and from the unbreakable bond between him and Yun Yao.

In the secret passage, Yun Yao watched Chu Mochen's body tremble slightly, his face showing a painful expression, and his eyes instantly turned red. Her heart seemed to be pierced by thousands of needles, and the pain made her almost unable to breathe. "Silly, you obviously don't need to..." Her voice choked with endless self-blame and heartache, tears burst out of her eyes and slid down her cheeks.

After a long time, Chu Mochen slowly opened his eyes, with a bit of trance in his eyes from the memory shock he had just experienced. When he saw Yun Yao's tears, his heart ached, and he subconsciously reached out his hand to wipe away her tears. He stopped halfway, and shook his head with a wry smile, as if he was mocking himself, but also as if he was sighing.

"From the first time you tempered your spirit body in the cold pond, I knew that the calamity I blocked for you that year would eventually become an opportunity for us to stand side by side." Chu Mochen's voice was low and firm, as if he was swearing an oath in this dark secret passage. His eyes were fixed on Yun Yao, full of affection and persistence. At this moment, all the pain and sacrifice he had made in the past turned into tenderness in the depths of his eyes.

Yun Yao was shocked when she heard this. She looked at Chu Mochen with tears in her eyes, and recalled every detail of the past. From the time she first traveled to that strange and cruel world, being bullied and misunderstood, to her growth step by step, each step was accompanied by danger and challenges. And Chu Mochen always stayed by her side, silently protecting her from the wind and rain, and enduring the suffering she didn't know.

She recalled that when she was tempering her spirit in the cold pond, the biting cold almost froze her soul, and it was Chu Mochen who protected her on the shore, stayed up all night, and continuously input spiritual power to help her resist the erosion of the cold pond. Also, in the sect, facing the doubts and difficulties of everyone, Chu Mochen was always the first to stand up and use his prestige and wisdom to resolve the crisis for her. In one adventure after another, they supported each other and trusted each other, and that friendship had already penetrated into their bones without knowing it.

"You idiot, why didn't you tell me earlier?" Yun Yao cried and scolded, but her heart was full of emotion. She knew very well that Chu Mochen did this because he didn't want her to have any psychological burden and wanted her to pursue her own growth and mission without any scruples.

Chu Mochen sighed softly, took a step forward, and gently embraced Yun Yao in his arms. His embrace was warm and powerful, as if it could dispel all the coldness and fear in the world. "I don't want to be a burden to you, I just want you to fly freely. Besides, this is my choice willingly. From the first time I saw you, I knew that you were the one I wanted to protect in this life." He whispered in Yun Yao's ear, and his warm breath blew her hair, making Yun Yao's heart softer.

Yun Yao leaned in Chu Mochen's arms, her tears soaking his clothes. At this moment, all the doubts and uneasiness in her heart disappeared, replaced by a firmer belief in the future. She knew that no matter how many difficulties and obstacles there were ahead, as long as they worked hand in hand, nothing could stop them.

Ye Wuhen stood aside, watching this scene quietly, with a hint of relief in his eyes. He gently closed his folding fan, breaking the silence: "Now the truth is out, and we also know the deeper reasons behind it. Next, facing the Burning Heaven Palace and unknown challenges, we must unite more closely." His voice was steady and powerful, revealing a bit of determination, pulling the two people immersed in warmth back to reality.

Yun Yao slowly raised her head from Chu Mochen's arms, her eyes showing unprecedented determination. She nodded gently, wiped the tears from her face, and took a deep breath: "You are right, we can't let down the efforts of our ancestors, and we can't let this world fall into darkness again." Her voice was a little hoarse, but every word was sonorous, as if beating a war drum in this secret passage.

Chu Mochen held Yun Yao's hand, turned to look at Ye Wuhen, and nodded slightly: "Let's go, the road ahead is still long, let's go together." After that, he took the lead and walked forward, his steps firm and powerful, with the courage to burn his boats.

Yun Yao and Ye Wuhen looked at each other and followed closely. In the secret passage, the figures of the three people gradually walked away, and only the firm footsteps echoed between the walls, as if telling of their unyielding determination. Behind them, the runes on the wall seemed to be infected by this determination, and the light became more and more dazzling, illuminating their way forward and also illuminating this dark and unknown future.

After exiting the secret passage, it was already dawn outside. The faint light of the morning sun penetrated the clouds and sprinkled on the earth. The pavilion of the Xingyun Pavilion was looming in the morning light, as if covered with a layer of golden gauze. However, the three of them had no intention of appreciating this beautiful scenery. Their minds were full of thoughts about the next journey.

Yun Yao looked into the distance and swore in her heart that no matter what was waiting for them ahead, she would use her own strength to protect the beauty of this world and the people around her. She held Chu Mochen's hand tightly, feeling the warmth and strength from his palm, which was the source of her motivation to move forward.

Chu Mochen also looked into the distance with a determined look. He knew that he had gone through countless hardships with Yun Yao all the way. Now that the truth was gradually coming to light, the responsibility was becoming heavier. But he was not afraid. As long as he could stand shoulder to shoulder with Yun Yao, he would not hesitate to fight against the sky.

Ye Wuhen stood aside, looking at the couple who had gone through hardships but became more determined, with a lot of emotion in his heart. He knew that in this war that concerned the fate of the cultivation world, the three of them would become the key force to turn the tide. And he would do his best to protect this hard-won peace with them.

The breeze blew past, blowing up the corners of the three people's clothes, as if to encourage them to embark on a new journey. At this moment of early morning light, they moved forward into the unknown with hope and courage, to write their own legends, to uncover the long-forgotten mysteries of the way of heaven, and to save this world of cultivation shrouded in darkness.

Outside the Xingyun Pavilion, spirit birds soared and chirped, as if playing a marching song for them. The figures of Yun Yao, Chu Mochen and Ye Wuhen gradually merged into the dawn light, striding towards the distance full of challenges and hope. Behind them were the eyes of the people in the Xingyun Pavilion, full of trust and expectation. Those eyes were like a solid backing, giving them endless strength.

With their departure, Xingyun Pavilion seemed to be injected with new vitality. The disciples in the pavilion were busy preparing materials and practicing skills for the upcoming war. The entire cultivation world was like a tight net. Under this seemingly calm appearance, undercurrents were surging. All forces were ready to move, either for profit, for self-protection, or for justice in their hearts. And Yun Yao and others undoubtedly became the lighthouse in the center of this vortex, leading everyone to a bright future.

They traveled along the way, crossing mountains and rivers, and met many independent cultivators who came to join them. These independent cultivators heard about their deeds, were moved by their courage and faith, and spontaneously joined the team. The team grew stronger and stronger, like a surging torrent, unstoppable.

Wherever they went, Yun Yao would stop and heal the wounded local people and monks. Her kindness and compassion, like a spring breeze, warmed everyone's heart. Chu Mochen assisted them, and his coldness and wisdom made everyone feel at ease. Ye Wuhen relied on his connections and prestige in the cultivation world to arrange food and accommodation for the team, coordinate relations between all parties, and ensure a smooth journey.

In this way, they moved forward while gathering people's hearts, and gradually became the core force of the cultivation world's resistance against the Burning Heaven Palace. In the process, the relationship between Yun Yao and Chu Mochen became deeper and deeper. They supported and encouraged each other and became role models in the eyes of everyone.

One day, they came to a steep valley. The valley was filled with mist, as if it was hiding endless dangers. But Yun Yao, with her keen intuition, realized that there might be clues related to the Burning Heart Mirror hidden here. Everyone entered the valley carefully, and along the way, their spiritual power was highly alert.

Suddenly, a sinister laugh echoed in the valley, as if it came from the Netherworld. Then, a group of figures in black robes flashed out from the mist, and the leader was a deacon who once held a high position in the Burning Heaven Palace. He looked at Yun Yao and others with sinister eyes, as if he was looking at lambs to be slaughtered.

"Yun Yao, today is the day you die!" the deacon said viciously, waving the black spear in his hand, and the tip of the spear flashed with a strange light.

Yun Yao snorted coldly and took a step forward fearlessly. The Fire Sword in her hand was instantly unsheathed, with flames burning on the sword: "Do you think you are worthy enough to want my life?" Her voice was cold and firm, echoing in the valley, causing waves of echoes.

Seeing this, Chu Mochen immediately protected Yun Yao behind him, holding the Black Ice Blade across his chest, the blade exuding coldness, echoing with Yun Yao's Jiehuo Sword, forming a defensive line of ice and fire. Ye Wuhen opened the folding fan in his hand, and countless spiritual runes floated out, forming a defensive barrier in the air, covering everyone.

The two sides immediately fell into a fierce battle. The spiritual power in the valley collided and shone brightly, like a gorgeous but deadly fireworks show. Yun Yao was agile and moved like a ghost in the enemy formation. Wherever the Jiehuo Sword went, the black-robed people screamed and fell to the ground. Chu Mochen opened and closed his sword, and the black ice knife brought a biting cold air. Every blow could cut off the enemy's offensive and create opportunities for Yun Yao to attack.

Ye Wuhen continued to supply spiritual power to the two people in the back, while controlling the defense barrier to resist the enemy's sneak attack. His eyes were calm and focused, not missing any details to ensure the safety of the team.

When the battle was in full swing, Yun Yao suddenly sensed a familiar breath coming from the depths of the valley. She rushed towards the source of the breath regardless of the danger. Chu Mochen was shocked when he saw this. He wanted to stop her but it was too late, so he could only follow closely.

Deep in the valley, in the silence, Yun Yao's eyes were attracted by an ancient altar. The altar looked particularly solemn and majestic, as if it carried the accumulation of years and countless secrets.

On the altar, a huge fragment of the Burning Heart Mirror quietly floated in the air, emitting a powerful spiritual power fluctuation. Runes flickered around the fragment, like a living being, as if guarding something important.

"This must be the key!" Yun Yao cried in her heart, and her heartbeat accelerated involuntarily. Without any hesitation, she rushed to the altar like an arrow, wanting to find out what the fragment was.

However, just as her fingertips were about to touch the fragments, a powerful restraining force rebounded like a surging wave. This force was so fierce that Yun Yao had no time to react and was violently knocked away.

"Yun Yao!" A cry of surprise came, and Chu Mochen rushed over like lightning. He was quick-witted and caught Yun Yao, preventing her from hitting the ground violently.

Seeing the blood flowing from the corner of Yun Yao's mouth, Chu Mochen felt a pain in his heart. He asked with concern: "How are you? Are you hurt anywhere?"

Yun Yao endured the severe pain in her body, shook her head, and said, "I'm fine, it's just that the power of this restriction is too strong."

Chu Mochen looked at Yun Yao distressedly and said softly, "Don't be impulsive, let's find a solution together."

Yun Yao nodded, she knew that she couldn't break through this restriction with her own strength. The two looked at each other, their minds connected, and at the same time, they used their spiritual power, like two roaring dragons, to launch a fierce attack on the restriction on the altar.

Ye Wuhen stood not far away, watching the scene quietly. A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, as if he had not expected Yun Yao and Chu Mochen to be so powerful.