The wooden door of the Snow-Return Cabin was shattered by a massive force. A freezing wind carrying ice and snow poured in, instantly extinguishing the last traces of warmth in the fireplace and completely freezing that brief moment of intimacy.
“Target is inside! Prepare frost!”
Amidst the cold commands, several Dragon-Slaying Knights clad in silver-white armor filed in. The leader did not rush to attack; instead, he violently threw a chilled alchemical crystal into the room!
“Bang!”
The crystal shattered, and deep blue frost spread at an alarming speed. The remaining firelight in the fireplace was instantly suppressed, and even the air seemed frozen. The enchanted longswords in their hands gleamed with a ghostly blue light in the gloom, instantly crowding the small Snow-Return Cabin.
They expected to see a shivering girl surrendering.
But what they saw was a pair of eyes that suddenly lit up in the shadows, burning with silver flames.
Moyin did not even take half a step back.
That familiar silver-white armor instantly opened the bloodiest hell in her memory.
There was no fear, no panic.
Overwhelming hatred transformed into ultimate calmness. Shen Luolin’s words—”Your problem isn’t a lack of energy; it’s that your conversion efficiency is too low, and you’re leaking air everywhere”—chillingly echoed in her mind at this moment.
She didn’t let her power explode out of control as she had in the past. Instead, she took a deep breath, forced all the violent energy back into her body, and then, with near-masochistic precision, forcibly twisted and shaped it!
The next second, it was no longer a flood of flames sweeping everything away.
Several slender yet extremely condensed silver flame-streams, like living vipers, shot out from Moyin’s sides!
They bypassed the sturdy breastplates and helmets, and at an impossibly tricky angle, precisely bored into the gaps of the necks, armpits, and joints of the two knights charging in front!
“Ugh—ah—!”
The shrill screams couldn’t even fully escape before they turned into terrifying “he-he” sounds of throats being scorched by high heat.
The sturdy armor turned red-hot from the inside. The two knights froze in place, their bodies twitching violently. The light in their eyes quickly extinguished, and they fell straight down, wisps of blue smoke rising from the gaps in their armor.
“Scatter! Use the Frost-Binding Nets!”
The captain roared in shock and anger. He never expected that this seemingly weak dragon-blood survivor would have such terrifyingly exquisite control over dragon flame!
This wasn’t an outburst; it was a massacre!
But it was too late.
In such a narrow space, their proud tactical formations couldn’t be deployed at all.
Moyin’s attacks were no longer pure instinct but a precise slaughter infused with hatred. Every wisp of flame carried the shadow of what Shen Luolin had taught her—”using the least effort to cause the most damage.”
She recklessly urged the power within her, letting the scorching energy tear at her meridians, but her eyes were as cold as frost.
She had only one thought—burn through them! Burn through that damned armor!
Taking advantage of the chaos inside, Moyin suddenly turned, gathered all her remaining power in her palm, and aimed at the fragile back wall of the cabin.
“Boom—!”
Wood chips flew as the entire wall was blown open into a huge gap.
Moyin did not hesitate for a second. She leapt out of the sea of fire, her petite figure instantly vanishing into the blizzard outside.
“She’s running! Pursue!”
The surviving knights scrambled out of the smoke-filled house in disarray, several of them still smoking with molten marks on their armor.
They watched the figure quickly receding into the wind and snow, then looked back at the two strangely-posed corpses of their comrades who had been incinerated from the inside. Their eyes were full of horror and disbelief.
An arrest they thought would be easy had turned into a disastrous defeat.
—
In the mountain forest, the friction of metal armor plates and crude shouts appeared and disappeared in the wind and snow.
The soldiers of the Dragon-Slaying Knights had spread out, forming a massive perimeter that was methodically closing in on where Moyin was hiding.
Moyin did not sit and wait for death.
She crouched and moved through the coniferous forest weighed down by snow, searching for a hiding place.
In her hand, she held a black tactical dagger, hacking away the thorns in her path.
This dagger had sliced through smoked meat, chiseled ice holes, and had been used to carve that furrowed brow into wood.
On the cold metal handle, a trace of his body heat actually seemed to remain.
This faint lingering warmth was the only thing he had left behind at this moment.
Moyin gripped the dagger tightly. Its hard silhouette dug into her palm, and that bit of stinging pain actually became her only reliance right now.
Master…
The name rolled through her heart, bringing not strength, but a wave of panic that almost suffocated her.
He had been taken away by that woman named Ella.
What would happen to him? Was he in danger? Or… did he simply not need a troublesome student like her anymore and was going back to the world where he belonged?
This thought was like a venomous snake coiling around her heart, making her entire body go cold.
This icy fear even briefly overrode the flames of revenge.
No.
She shook her head violently, tossing away that weak fear.
She still had a debt to settle.
But at the same time, another thought became clearer than ever before—she had to survive until she saw him again.
Survive for revenge.
And survive to find him.
In her mind, that man’s indifferent voice echoed repeatedly.
“Wind direction can mask scents, but it can also expose your position.”
“Look at the shape of the snow to distinguish whether there’s solid ground or a pit underneath.”
“The simplest traps are often the most effective.”
The survival knowledge he had casually taught her became her only life-saving straw.
She was no longer that little girl who would only shiver in a mine, clumsily using dragon flame for warmth.
Using the dagger he left behind, she quickly sharpened a thick branch and stuck it into a beast trap hidden by the snow.
Hiding behind a rock, she condensed a small cluster of silver sparks at her fingertips, instantly melting the snow on the slope to create a sheet of slick ice.
She even mimicked his manner—calm, precise—using faint sparks as bait to lure those pursuers into the traps she had hastily set.
Every time she hid, every time she struck back, it carried the shadow of that man.
Calm, and lethal.
The search continued for a long time. The knights were unable to make progress, and their words became laced with impatience. A young knight grumbled, “Damn this ghostly weather! And these damn things the Major invented are so fucking troublesome to use!”
A veteran nearby sneered, “Shut up! Rookie, if it weren’t for the Major’s tactics, we would have been finished by that last move! Wasn’t it him who slaughtered the dragon-blood nest back then and researched these tactics thoroughly? He knows how to kill dragon-bloods better than they do themselves!”
Another man laughed crudely, “I heard the dragon scales from Rhineside were made into high-quality fire-resistant armor by the Alchemy Department. Talk about waste utilization, hahaha!”
“Alchemy Department…”
“Materials…”
These two words stabbed deeply into Moyin’s mind.
The blood-colored memories she had forcibly suppressed exploded.
In the laboratory, familiar faces were hung on wooden racks like livestock waiting to be slaughtered. A cold scalpel sliced through skin, and a face focused like a scholar’s held up dragon scales to observe them against the light…
“Pfft—!”
A mouthful of metallic blood surged from her throat, but she forced herself to swallow it back down.
The silver dragon flame capable of incinerating all things did not explode outward this time; instead, it surged backward, frantically scorching her internal organs.
In that extreme agony, her heart did not shatter; instead, it was tempered into a piece of cold, hard steel.
“Boom—!”
The silver dragon flame rose from the forest where she was hiding with an unprecedentedly violent posture, turning into a savage fire tornado that swept through with destructive force, instantly swallowing the knights who were still speaking foul words.
The shrill screams didn’t even have a chance to travel before they were cut short in the extreme heat, and their bodies were turned into charcoal along with them.
This staggering explosion of energy completely exposed her location.
“Over there! Form up!”
The knight captain shouted the order sternly.
The next second, several metal nets flashing with extreme cold runes were launched from different directions, weaving into a massive frost field in mid-air.
The temperature in the air plummeted. Moyin felt the dragon flame power in her body being strangled, its flow becoming sluggish instantly.
“Frost-Binding Cage! Fire!”
Following the captain’s command, dozens of crossbow bolts coated in dark green powder broke through the wind and snow, whistling toward her.
That was “Dragon-Breath Grass,” which could neutralize dragon blood energy.
Under the dual suppression of the frost field and the Dragon-Breath Grass, Moyin retreated step by step, several bloody gashes quickly appearing on her body.
In the chaos, she clearly heard the knights’ complaints.
“Damn, it’s these ghostly things the Major invented again. They’re so fucking troublesome to use!”
“Shut up! If it weren’t for the Major’s tactics, we would have been finished just now!”
A young knight’s voice carried a bit of resentment.
“Speaking of which, wasn’t it him who slaughtered the dragon-blood nest back then and researched these tactics thoroughly? Now he gets to hide in the camp recovering from illness while we’re out here risking our lives!”
The man who slaughtered her entire family.
The enemy who developed the tactics to suppress the dragon-bloods.
The man they called “The Major.”
Located in a nearby camp.
And… currently recovering from illness.
Countless chaotic fragments collided wildly in Moyin’s mind, ultimately piecing together a cold and clear blueprint for revenge that she had never imagined!
Her hatred had always been hollow and without an outlet.
She only knew the enemy was the Dragon-Slaying Knights and the Empire, but the culprit who personally planned and executed the massacre of her people had always been a blurred shadow.
And now, the answer was right before her!
A specific, reachable target who was even in a weakened state!
“Major”…
Moyin repeatedly chewed on this cold title in her heart.
She didn’t know what he looked like or what his name was, but none of that mattered.
What mattered was that he was there, in the camp she was about to be taken to.
An unprecedented calmness replaced the previous violent rage.
All her rationality returned in an instant.
Fighting head-on would only exhaust her power, and “being captured” was the only chance to infiltrate the enemy camp and get close to that “Major.”
She took a deep breath and deliberately urged the last of the power in her body, creating a massive dragon flame explosion to force back the nearest knights.
Then, as if she had finally reached her limit, her legs gave way, and she knelt heavily in the snow.
The cold Frost-Binding Net dropped over her head, binding her tightly.
The black dagger she had been holding tightly fell into the snow with a “clang” and was accidentally kicked away by a knight rushing forward.
She didn’t look at the dagger.
That was something left by her Master; she couldn’t let it fall into the hands of these executioners, but now, she had to abandon everything to seize even a one-in-ten-thousand chance for revenge.
“Caught her! We caught her!”
The knights cheered as they swarmed around, locking her hands and feet with special shackles.
Moyin kept her head low, her silver hair messily covering her face, and also hiding her eyes—eyes burning with cold killing intent and endless resolve.
She did not struggle; she gave up all resistance.
She retracted all her claws and fangs, disguising herself as prey as she was roughly escorted by the soldiers, step by step, toward the knight camp deep in the wind and snow.
Toward the place she had designated as her final revenge.
She was going there to personally snap the neck of the demon named “Major.”
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