Xiao Fan pretended not to recognize Leng Ruoxue, and coldly said, "We have no enmity between us, Miss. Why do you want to kill me?"
"No enmity? Fine! I'll let you die knowing why. My name is Leng Ruoxue."
With that, Leng Ruoxue wasted no words and attacked, channeling her inner energy.
"It's you!?" Xiao Fan exclaimed in shock as they clashed.
Xiao Fan did not hold back, as doing so would only arouse Leng Ruoxue's suspicion.
Moreover, at this point, he was no longer a match for Leng Ruoxue.
Eventually, a heavily wounded Xiao Fan was forced to the edge of a cliff.
"Xiao Fan, today I will kill you to avenge my parents!"
Leng Ruoxue ruthlessly thrust her sword into Xiao Fan's chest.
It was over; all the hatred and grudges ended with Leng Ruoxue's sword.
Xiao Fan closed his eyes in relief and fell into the raging river below.
Outside the Haotian Mirror.
Unknowingly, two streams of blood tears had already flowed down the face of the Northern Nether Empress, Leng Ruoxue.
She remembered everything clearly afterward.
When she avenged her parents and happily returned to find her brother, she discovered that her brother was missing.
She searched every place they had been to, but could not find him!
Of course! She had 'killed' her brother; how could she find him?
"Why was I so stupid!"
"Why did I never doubt why I met Master as soon as I came down the mountain?"
"Why did I never doubt the relationship between my brother and Master?"
Every time she thought of how she had mercilessly thrust her sword into Master's chest, the Northern Nether Empress, Leng Ruoxue, was filled with regret and remorse.
Fortunately, she had not truly killed her Master back then.
The Northern Nether Empress looked up at the Haotian Mirror in the sky, desperately wanting to know how her Master had survived.
What had he gone through?
Why did the kind and benevolent Master later become the malevolent Underworld Demon Emperor, who plagued the world?
Not only did the Northern Nether Empress want to know, but everyone who could see the scenes in the Haotian Mirror also wanted to know how Xiao Fan transformed from a kind and gentle person into the infamous Underworld Demon Emperor.
From the scenes shown so far, many people deeply admired Xiao Fan.
They asked themselves if they could be as selfless and righteous as Xiao Fan, and they realized they could not.
It was hard to imagine that such a person could be the notorious, evil Underworld Demon Emperor.
The Taiyin Empress watched intently as Xiao Fan fell into the river, her hands unconsciously clenched into fists.
It was she who had saved Xiao Fan from the river and brought him back to the village.
She never expected that her kind act would bring disaster to the village.
As the saying goes, a dying man's words are good.
So far, Xiao Fan had shown himself to be kind and good, but it was only because he knew he was beyond help and did not have long to live. Therefore, he did not reveal the evil hidden within.
However, when Xiao Fan learned that she had the Taiyin Divine Physique, which could heal injuries and enhance cultivation, his evil side was completely exposed.
Not only did Xiao Fan imprison her under the guise of master and disciple to absorb her Taiyin energy daily, but he also slaughtered all 175 villagers to silence them.
Every time she thought about how saving Xiao Fan had caused the deaths of the entire village, the Taiyin Empress was filled with remorse.
Watching the scenes in the Haotian Mirror now was like salt being rubbed into her wounds.
But the Taiyin Empress wanted the world to see just how ruthless and unforgivable Xiao Fan was.
Everyone was seeing only a hypocritical Xiao Fan.
Inside the Haotian Mirror.
Xiao Fan, carried away by the river, did not know how long he drifted until he was finally washed ashore on a sandbank.
At dusk, a herb-gathering girl came to the riverbank as usual to wash the herbs she had just collected.
"Ah!" She screamed in fright upon seeing the 'corpse' washed ashore, taking a long time to recover.
After calming her nerves, the herb-gathering girl cautiously poked the 'corpse' with a stick.
Seeing no reaction, she dared to approach and check.
At first glance, she was stunned by the numerous wounds on the man's body.
Especially the deep sword wound on his chest, which was horrifying to see.
From her years of experience gathering herbs and treating people, she knew that this man could not survive such a wound.
She looked at his face, curious about what kind of person could suffer such severe injuries.
However, upon seeing his face, she was stunned.
With sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, and a nose as sharp as a gallant warrior's, he was a handsome and elegant man.
Even though his skin was pale from being soaked in the river, he was still unforgettable.
The herb-gathering girl couldn't help but lament, "What a pity! If only such a handsome man could be my husband."
Blushing at her own words, she scolded herself for being shameless.
She felt sorry for such a good-looking man and did not want to leave him exposed in the wild. She planned to go back to the village and get help to bury him.
But as she turned to leave, she heard a faint cough from behind.
The herb-gathering girl quickly turned back to check.
"He still has a pulse!" she exclaimed in surprise.
To her amazement, this handsome man was still alive despite his severe injuries!
Without hesitation, she selected a few herbs from her basket, chewed them into a paste, and tore strips of cloth from her skirt.
She applied the herb paste to the most severe wounds and bandaged them with the cloth strips.
After the emergency treatment, she slung the basket in front of her and prepared to carry the man back to the village.
She expected it to be difficult, but surprisingly, it was easier than she had imagined, perhaps due to her strength from years of farm work, or because the man was very light.
Thus, Xiao Fan was carried back to the village by the herb-gathering girl.
"Yah! Yaxian, why are you carrying a person back?"
"Oh! He looks seriously injured!"
"Everyone, come quickly and help!"
In no time, with the help of the kind villagers, Xiao Fan was brought to the herb-gathering girl's home.
The herb-gathering girl was the village's only doctor, and everyone respected her.
"Who is it? Who did Yaxian bring back?" the curious villagers gathered at her door, wanting to know.
"Everyone, disperse. This man is not from our village, and we don't even know if he can be saved," Yaxian called out.
Hearing that he was not one of their own, the villagers' worry lessened, and they returned to their own affairs.