As if unwilling to dredge up those painful memories, Wei Ziyu’s smile faded as he turned away to look out the window. His voice was faint.

 “Five years ago, I was attacked by a group of black-clad men on the way home from the army camp. Although those men were strong, I should still have been able to handle them. But not long after, I felt as if my aura was completely sucked dry, and I felt totally weak. I lost consciousness, and by the time I woke up…” That fateful day was a complete nightmare to him, plaguing him day and night. He would never forget it!

 “Brother, do you know who were those men who hurt you?” Zihou’s gaze had turned cold and her tone was deadly.

 “I didn’t know previously, but now…” A sliver of hatred surfaced in Wei Ziyu’s eyes, and he nearly crushed his teeth from clenching them. “Feng Yuanzheng from the Flying Cavalry General’s estate!”

 He had spent so many years suppressing all his pain and anger inside him. After all, he was just an invalid and he had no evidence.

 He swore that if he could one day get out of his plight, he would definitely avenge himself for the loss of his legs!

 Flying Cavalry General’s estate?

 Zihou was not very familiar with Feng Yuanzheng, but knew his daughter, Feng Meier, very well. She was that vixen-like lady in pink, who had instigated the former Zihou to her death at the lake that day.

Good. Since the Flying Cavalry General’s estate dared to commit such an act, then they would need to endure her wrath.

 The darkness in Zihou’s eyes swirled with a terrifying force. It looked like a powerful vortex trying to suck everything in.

 But the darkness soon faded and Zihou regained her calm. She sized up Wei Ziyu’s legs as she considered her next move. It looked like her plans would need to change again!

 The night was slowly chased away by the rising sun. Before the sky was completely lit, a figure nimbly jumped over the walls of the Martyr General’s estate, before speeding quickly away toward the outskirts of the city.

 Since checking up on Wei Ziyu’s legs yesterday, Zihou’s so-called change in plans involved seeking out a certain Nine-Section Purple Bamboo to make her needles. The Nine-Section Purple Bamboo was known to have antidote properties and could purge poisons. In addition, she needed to find an extremely rare pill to help nourish Wei Ziyu’s body.

 Wei Ziyu’s legs did not just suffer from superficial wounds but had been poisoned, and the venom had spread deep inside his body. Most medicines would not be enough to totally expel it. In addition, the bones and muscles in Wei Ziyu’s legs had already mostly withered away and required pills to nourish and regenerate.

 After leaving the city gates, Zihou rode furiously on a horse in the direction of the West Mountains.

 The West Mountains comprised a seemingly endless mountain range, starting from inner Western Chu and continuing all the way into Northern Cang. It was home to tall, ancient trees, sprawling jungles, rocky cliffs, deep swamps, and cavernous caves—and was full of all sorts of dangers. In addition, Spirit Beasts gathered there, as well as a large variety of man-eating plants.

 1As a result, since ancient times, few people dared to venture into the West Mountains.

 Zihou had learned about the Nine-Section Purple Bamboo and the West Mountains from reading those old books. She knew the dangers of the West Mountains, but she had no fear of them. In her previous life, she and Mo Jun had traversed all sorts of dangerous territories and survived them all. And she had learned a lot from each experience. Moreover, she had no intention of just blundering into the inner regions. She planned to just explore the outskirts to try her luck.

 The morning sun shone on the West Mountains, but the dense canopy of sky-high ancient trees prevented the rays from penetrating inward. A thick fog gathered about the mountain range, crafted into all sorts of wondrous shapes by the gentle breeze. It looked like a dreamy fairyland.

 A fairyland filled with lethal dangers.

 Zihou was clad in black with her hair tied back in a ponytail. She carried a bamboo basket and a cloth sack.

 The gray cloth sack was not very eye-catching but was filled with all forms of assassin’s weapons, as well as healing tools.

 3Only a few scattered rays of sunlight managed to filter through the dense foliage, under which thick branches and vines flourished.

 The constant chirping of insects and birds squawking overhead filled the jungle air with a lonesome dread.

 Meanwhile, the faraway cries of all sorts of Spirit Beasts made one’s hair stand on end!

 Zihou didn’t stop in fear upon hearing those noises. She just continued on her way, calmly scanning her surroundings to stay on the alert.

 Zihou didn’t know that a pair of malevolent green eyes were watching her every move from the top of an ancient tree. Those eyes shone wickedly among the thick leaves, looking extremely terrifying.

 Sha sha sha…

 The trees rustled eerily in the wind, making one’s flesh creep all over.

 Zihou paused quietly. Her expression changed as she suddenly turned around.