The Legend of the Princess' Counterattack

Chapter 607 Chu Mochen's Secret

In the secret healing room, the dim candlelight flickered, as if it would be swallowed by darkness at any time. Ye Wuhen's face was solemn, his eyes were like cold stars twinkling in the night sky, staring at Chu Mochen closely, as if he wanted to see through him. The air was filled with a suppressed silence, and only the occasional slight "gurgling" sound from the medicine cauldron broke the suffocating silence.

"Chu Mochen, there are some things you should know." Ye Wuhen finally broke the deadlock. His voice was low but every word was like a hammer, striking Chu Mochen's heart.

Chu Mochen was slightly startled. He had just been seriously injured in the fierce battle with the assassins of Burning Heaven Palace. His spiritual energy was flowing chaotically in his body, and the pain in his chest was like a needle piercing. But at this moment, he endured the discomfort, raised his head, and looked at Ye Wuhen, his eyes full of doubts and exploration: "What's the matter? Don't keep me in suspense."

Ye Wuhen sighed softly and walked slowly, the corner of his robe fluttering on the ground, bringing a slight sound of wind. "Many years ago, there was an unknown covenant between the royal family of the neighboring country and the Yunhua Sect. That covenant, like an invisible thread, implicated the fate of countless people." He paused, as if he was choosing his words, "And your royal grandfather was a close friend of Yun Yao's mother."

Chu Mochen's eyes widened, and his mind was instantly like a pot of boiling water. He had never thought that his own royal family was so inextricably linked to Yun Yao's life experience. For a moment, various scenes from the past flashed before his eyes: when he first met Yun Yao, she was stubborn and pitiful in the palace; she was determined when she practiced by the cold pond; and she had the courage to not flinch when facing the threat of the Burning Heaven Palace... Every scene was engraved in his heart like a brand.

"This...how is this possible?" Chu Mochen muttered to himself, with a hint of disbelief in his voice.

Ye Wuhen ignored his astonishment and continued to speak: "Have you ever noticed that the spiritual veins in your body often move strangely? Especially when Yun Yao is in danger."

Chu Mochen subconsciously circulated his spiritual power, and suddenly, the "Xuanbing Spiritual Veins" in his body felt a chill, and in that chill, there was a familiar burning pain. He frowned, and recalled those critical moments in the past: when Yun Yao was framed by Liu Yan'er and despised by everyone in the sect, he felt a sharp pain in his heart and his spiritual veins were almost out of control; and when Yun Yao fell into a desperate situation in the secret realm, he was extremely anxious, and his spiritual veins actually circulated on their own, as if they were going to break through their body to protect her...

"You mean, this spiritual vein... has another hidden story?" Chu Mochen stared at Ye Wuhen with burning eyes.

Ye Wuhen nodded slightly, with a complicated look in his eyes: "The 'Mysterious Ice Spiritual Vein' in your body is actually the remnant of the Yunhua Sect's secret method 'Substitute Tribulation Technique'. Back then, when Yun Yao was teleported to the secular world, the sudden backlash of the Heavenly Dao was so powerful that it was enough to instantly annihilate her young body. At that critical moment, someone stepped forward, used himself as a guide, performed the 'Substitute Tribulation Technique', and took on part of the Heavenly Dao's power for her. And you are the one who inherited it."

Chu Mochen's body shook as if struck by lightning. His hands unconsciously clenched, his knuckles turned white, and an indescribable shock and bitterness surged in his heart. It turned out that from the beginning, his fate with Yun Yao had been closely intertwined. Those "resonances" that he had thought were accidental, and those inexplicable pains, were all signs that he was bearing the calamity for her.

"Why... why has no one ever told me?" Chu Mochen's voice trembled slightly, with both shock at the truth and a hint of grievance at being concealed.

Ye Wuhen took a step forward and patted his shoulder, his expression revealing a bit of helplessness: "This is the secret of the Yunhua Sect, and only a few people know it. Moreover, in order to protect you and prevent the Heavenly Dao from noticing it again, everyone kept their mouths shut. Now, the situation is critical, and you and Yun Yao are already caught in the center of this vortex of a thousand-year-old feud. It's time for you to know everything."

Chu Mochen took a deep breath and tried to calm his inner turmoil. He looked at the stone door of the secret room, as if he could see Yun Yao anxiously waiting outside through the heavy stone. At this moment, he felt mixed emotions, with pity for Yun Yao's life experience and a heavy responsibility.

"I understand." Chu Mochen spoke slowly, his voice firmer, "Since fate has arranged this, I will shoulder it all with her. Even if the road ahead is full of thorns, I will never back down."

A trace of relief flashed in Ye Wuhen's eyes: "Okay, with your words, Yun Yao now has a solid support. But you must remember that although the 'Substitute Tribulation Technique' can temporarily resist the heavenly tribulation, as Yun Yao's cultivation improves day by day, the backlash of the heavenly way will only become stronger. You yourself will also face great danger."

Chu Mochen nodded slightly, his eyes showing determination: "It doesn't matter, as long as I can protect her, I am not afraid of any danger."

At this moment, the stone door swayed slowly, and a slender figure flashed in. Yun Yao looked at Chu Mochen with concern, her eyes full of worry: "You talked for a long time, but what happened? Your injury..." Her eyes swept over Chu Mochen's slightly pale face, and her heart tightened.

Chu Mochen forced a smile and stood up to greet her: "It's okay, it's just some old things. My injury is not serious."

Yun Yao was keenly aware of something strange. She looked at Ye Wuhen with a questioning look in her eyes: "Pavilion Master Ye, what did you say? Why do I feel that you look so solemn?"

Ye Wuhen hesitated slightly, glanced at Chu Mochen, and when he saw him nod, he slowly spoke: "Miss Yun, this is about your life experience, and the relationship between you and Chu Mochen."

Yun Yao was startled and subconsciously looked at Chu Mochen. Chu Mochen walked forward, gently held her hand, and told her everything Ye Wuhen had said.

After hearing this, Yun Yao's eyes instantly turned red. She looked at Chu Mochen, tears flashing in her eyes: "Silly boy, you obviously don't have to endure this..."

Chu Mochen smiled and shook his head, reaching out to gently wipe away the tears from her eyes: "From the first time you tempered your spirit body in the cold pond, I knew that the heavenly tribulation I blocked for you that year would eventually become an opportunity for us to work together. Now that the truth is out, we should work together to fight against the Burning Heaven Palace and solve this thousand-year-old mystery."

Yun Yao nodded heavily, with a warm current surging in her heart. She knew very well that from now on, their fates would be more closely linked. Whether facing the pressure of the Heavenly Dao or the conspiracy of the Burning Heaven Palace, they would never leave each other and go through danger together.

"Okay, then we'll go together." Yun Yao's voice was soft, but it was extremely firm.

In the secret room, the figures of the three people looked more resolute under the candlelight. They knew that what was waiting for them was a thrilling adventure, but in order to protect the justice in their hearts and for those dusty truths, they had made all preparations, even if it meant going against the will of heaven.

In the following days, Chu Mochen's injuries gradually improved under Yun Yao's careful care. They studied the ancient books of Xingyun Pavilion day and night, trying to find clues to fight against Burning Heaven Palace from those yellowed pages. Each ancient book carries thousands of years of history and wisdom in the world of cultivation. They read it word by word, not missing any possible clues.

One day, Yun Yao found a record about "twin spirit butterflies" in a tattered book. The ancient text was obscure and difficult to understand, but with the special induction between her and the spirit butterflies, she was able to decipher the key information: the twin spirit butterflies are the guardian spirits of the Yunhua Sect. When each generation of the Sect Master is born, a pair of spirit butterflies will appear. The spirit butterflies can not only communicate with the Sect Master's mind, but also inspire powerful power at critical moments to protect the Sect Master.

“It seems that the connection between this spirit butterfly and my life experience is far deeper than we imagined.” Yun Yao said softly, with a thoughtful gleam in her eyes.

Chu Mochen came forward, looked at the words on the book, and frowned slightly: "So, when the Yunhua Sect was destroyed, the spirit butterfly did not really die, but hid, waiting for your appearance. Behind this, it must be your mother's arrangement."

Yun Yao gently stroked the blue butterfly on her sleeve, feeling a sense of intimacy in her heart: "My mother has really put a lot of thought into protecting me. Now, I must not let her down."

At this moment, Ye Wuhen rushed into the secret room with an anxious look on his face: "Not good, Burning Heaven Palace has made new moves. They spread rumors throughout the cultivation world, saying that Miss Yun is an ominous person who brought the heavenly calamity, and incited all major sects to jointly attack her. Now, many sects are ready to make a move."

Yun Yao and Chu Mochen looked at each other, and a hint of anger flashed in their eyes.

"Hmph, the Burning Heaven Palace is desperate and is trying to use public opinion to suppress us." Chu Mochen snorted coldly and clenched his fists.

Yun Yao took a deep breath and calmed down: "It doesn't matter, since they want to play, then we will play along with them. We will set off immediately and go to the major sects to expose the conspiracy of the Burning Heaven Palace."

The three of them had made up their minds, packed up their bags quickly, and left Xingyun Pavilion. They traveled quickly, passing through mountains and rivers, heading towards the nearest medium-sized sect, Qingyu Sect. Along the way, they heard a lot of negative rumors about themselves, and the people pointed and talked, their eyes full of fear and alienation. But Yun Yao was not discouraged, she knew that the truth would eventually come to light.

When they arrived at Qingyu Sect, it was the time for the sect competition. In the martial arts arena, the disciples were fighting back and forth, and their spiritual power was overflowing. Yun Yao and others went straight to the stand where the head of the sect was, but were stopped by the gatekeepers: "Who are you? Today is the day of our Qingyu Sect's competition. Outsiders are not allowed to enter."

Yun Yao stepped forward and bowed, saying, "Please inform me that I am Yun Yao and I want to see the head of your sect. This is related to the safety of the cultivation world, so I hope you can help me."

When the gatekeeper heard the word "Yun Yao", his face suddenly changed. He subconsciously took a step back and held the sword in his hand horizontally: "Are you the wanted Yun Yao? You are so brave to come to my Qingyu Sect to die!"

After that, he blew a whistle, and in an instant, dozens of disciples came from all directions and surrounded Yun Yao and the others. Everyone in the martial arts arena also stopped what they were doing and cast curious and vigilant glances.

Seeing this, Yun Yao sighed helplessly: "Everyone, I came here today with no ill intentions. I just want to talk to the head of your sect and expose the conspiracy of the Burning Heaven Palace. I hope you will not be impulsive to avoid accidental injuries."

However, those disciples were unmoved, their spiritual power surged, and they were obviously ready to take action. Seeing this, Chu Mochen stepped forward and protected Yun Yao behind him, and the Xuanbing Spiritual Veins on his body emitted a slight chill: "Humph, if you insist on stopping us, don't blame us for being rude."

The two sides were on the verge of a fight, and the atmosphere was extremely tense. At this moment, an old voice came from the stands: "Stop! Let them come over."

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw a white-haired old man standing up. It was the head of Qingyu Sect. The gatekeeper hesitated for a moment, but slowly made way.

Yun Yao and the others walked up to the stands and bowed to the headmaster. The headmaster looked at them with deep eyes and slowly said, "Yun Yao, why did you come here today? Don't think that I don't know that you are wanted. If you can't give me a reasonable explanation, hum..."

Yun Yao bowed slightly and told the head of the Burning Heaven Palace about all the plots, from the bloodbath of the Yunhua Sect to the attempt to revive the ancient demon king, to the current rumors and trouble. During this time, she often took out the records in ancient books and the information from the Xingyun Pavilion as evidence.

The head of the sect looked more and more solemn. After listening to this, he fell into deep thought. After a long while, he slowly spoke: "What you said is too shocking. I need to discuss it with the elders of the sect. You will stay in my Qingyu Sect for the time being and wait for news."

Yun Yao and the others nodded in thanks. In the next few days, they stayed in the guest room of Qingyu Gate and waited patiently. During this time, they felt a lot of strange looks, but they didn't care. They knew that changing people's views would not happen overnight.

Finally, the head of the sect summoned them again. This time, the head of the sect's attitude was obviously much more relaxed: "Miss Yun, after discussing with the elders, we decided to trust you. The actions of the Burning Heaven Palace in recent years are indeed suspicious. But relying on the power of our Qingyu Sect alone, it may be difficult to compete. We need to unite with more sects."

Yun Yao showed a happy expression: "Thank you for your trust, Master. That's exactly what I was thinking. We are willing to work with your sect to contact other sects and fight against the Burning Heaven Palace together."

The head of the sect nodded slightly: "Okay, let's set off now without further delay."

Therefore, the Qingyu Sect sent out several elite disciples to embark on a journey to contact other sects together with Yun Yao and others. They traveled all the way and visited many sects one after another. At first, many sects were skeptical about them, but after Yun Yao and others' patient explanation and evidence presentation, they gradually wavered.

However, just when they thought the situation was getting better, an accident happened. On the way to a large sect, Ziyang Palace, they were ambushed by the Burning Heaven Palace.

A large number of assassins in black suddenly appeared from all directions. They were all powerful and obviously masters. The leader had a mask on and a cold look in his eyes: "Yun Yao, today is the day you die!"

After saying that, he flashed and rushed towards Yun Yao like a ghost. Chu Mochen reacted quickly and immediately took out the Mystic Ice Blade and rushed forward. The two of them fought in an instant, with swords flashing and shadows, spiritual power colliding, and bursts of roars.

Seeing this, Yun Yao did not dare to neglect it. She waved the Jiehuo Sword in her hand and joined the battle. The disciples of Qingyu Sect shouted and cheered, and started a fierce battle with the assassins of Fentian Temple. For a moment, the scene fell into chaos.

Ye Wuhen stood aside, looking around vigilantly to prevent any other changes. Suddenly, he sensed a strong spiritual power fluctuation coming from behind, and turned around to see an old man secretly accumulating strength, preparing to attack Yun Yao.

"Be careful!" Ye Wuhen shouted, and his figure flashed over like lightning. He waved the folding fan in his hand, and a fierce gust of wind attacked the old man.

The old man snorted coldly, dodged sideways, and slapped out with his backhand. The black spiritual power surged in the palm of his hand, carrying a rotten smell. Ye Wuhen's face changed. He recognized that this was the "Rotten Heart Palm", the unique skill of the Burning Heaven Palace, which was extremely powerful.

At the moment, he didn't dare to take it head-on, and used his exquisite body skills to move in the air, looking for the old man's flaws. At the same time, the battle between Yun Yao and Chu Mochen also entered a white-hot stage.

Yun Yao's Jiehuo Sword danced tightly, and each sword was accompanied by blazing flames. The black clothes of the assassins from the Burning Heaven Palace were burned to ashes. However, the opponent had a large number of people and they cooperated well, so she gradually felt a little tired.

The same was true for Chu Mochen. Although he fought hard, his injuries had not yet fully healed, and the consumption of spiritual energy made his movements gradually slow down.

Just as everyone was in a bitter battle, a melodious bell sound suddenly came from afar. The bell sound seemed to contain some mysterious power, and the faces of the assassins of the Burning Heaven Palace who heard the bell suddenly changed, and they all showed terrified expressions.

"It's the bell that protects the Zi Yang Palace! They are coming!" a disciple of the Qing Yu Sect shouted excitedly.

Sure enough, a moment later, a group of monks in purple robes flew over from a distance, led by a middle-aged man with a stern face and sharp eyes. He was the Palace Master of Ziyang Palace.

“Hmph, you, the Fentian Palace, actually dared to act wildly in my Ziyang Palace’s territory. You must be tired of living!” The Palace Master snorted coldly and swung the sword in his hand. A stream of purple sword energy slashed towards the assassins of the Fentian Palace like a rainbow piercing the sun.

Seeing this, the killers were frightened and fled in all directions. Yun Yao and others relaxed...