The Trigram of "South" Conceals a Deadly Menace

Xiao Yan scoffed aloud, “Physiognomy? Do you take us for three-year-old children to actually believe you?”

“I’m not taking money from you. Besides, I rely entirely on your protection now. You’re all strong enough to crush me with one hand; I wouldn’t dare harm any of you.”

Qing Xuance pondered for a moment before asking, “What should we do then?”

Xiao Yan nearly jumped up. “Wait, you actually believe her?!”

Qing Xuance glanced at him coolly. “We’re all wounded and battered. Since there’s no danger, why not give it a try?”

Xiao Yan tugged at the corner of his mouth. Even the strongest among them, Qing Xuance, agreed—what else was there to say?

The others had no objections either.

“We need to say one character,” Yun Zhao said.

“South.”

Yun Zhao crouched with effort, swiftly drawing a divination pattern in the snow with her fingertip.

“We were originally supposed to head south, but this character ‘South’…” She pointed to the broken strokes within the pattern, “The top half is ‘ten,’ the bottom half resembles a fractured boat, foretelling peril ahead and certain ambush.”

“Fortune and misfortune coexist, darkness walks with light. The opposite of south is north.” She raised her eyes toward the north, her gaze resolute. “Only by heading north and circumventing the mountains can we avoid danger.”

“That wicked woman wants to harm us!” Xiao Yan suddenly stood up. “Going north is the direction the pursuers come from. You want to lead us into a trap? Or have the entire Fenghui Kingdom hunt us down as deserters?”

Yun Zhao pressed her aching wound. “You misunderstand. We’re not retracing our steps but using the terrain to circle around. The pursuers expect us to move south and will concentrate forces to block us there. Heading north can take them by surprise.” The continuous snowy mountains could effectively conceal their tracks.

She looked to Qing Xuance. “With your keen senses, you can detect if pursuers are nearby.”

Qing Xuance narrowed his icy eyes, extending his mental powers to scout. “She’s right. No pursuers have appeared north of the snow mountains yet.”

He glanced at Yun Zhao’s darkened face. “But if we go astray…”

“I pledge my life as guarantee.” Yun Zhao cut him off, her voice soft but resolute.

Night Chonglou contemplated briefly. “Take the gamble. If there’s an ambush, I’ll be the first to sacrifice you.”

The snowstorm intensified as the group trudged onward through the snow.

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Xiao Yan walked ahead of Yun Zhao but kept within reach, a clear sign of deep mistrust. Should danger arise, his claws might well tear out her heart.

Sure enough, since heading north, they encountered no pursuers.

Night soon fell, and they found a cave to shelter in.

Wen Lang, the only one relatively unscathed, volunteered to hunt for food.

“Wait.” Yun Zhao called out to Wen Lang as he stepped outside. “How about you say a character? I’ll help check if this journey is safe.”

Xiao Yan sneered. “Physiognomy? Might as well wish for a pie to fall from the sky.” His amber eyes brimmed with ridicule. “When we were in the capital, why didn’t you use this skill to see if that scumbag truly cared?”

Yun Zhao lowered her gaze, avoiding their stares. Memories of being infatuated and dizzy from Xie Diao in a past life surged like tides. Back then, she had thrown aside the hard-earned skill of physiognomy, even belittling such “tricks” to please him.

Now faced with doubt, she swallowed the bitterness and spoke firmly, “It only wastes a moment and harms no one.”

Seeing Wen Lang prepare to leave disdainfully, Yun Zhao hurried to stop him. “Even Qing Xuance dared to try. Will you not? If your fear causes the group’s annihilation, won’t you be fulfilling the enemy’s wishes?”

Wen Lang turned, his ice-blue eyes cold and sharp as poisoned ice, glaring fiercely at Yun Zhao.

She shrank back, fearing he might recklessly attack her. Regret flickered at her harsh words.

Fortunately, Wen Lang only shot her a hard look and said coldly, “Peace.”

Yun Zhao picked up a twig and quickly sketched the character “Peace” on the ground.

The bitter wind whipped through her tangled hair, strands still stained with dried blood.

“The character ‘Peace’ has a roof radical, with the female element inside, symbolizing shelter and safety.” Her twig traced the strokes. “A woman under a roof, no sharp edges visible—meaning danger is kept at bay. The structure is stable, without any broken strokes.”

She looked up at Wen Lang. “This journey should be safe.”

After Wen Lang left, Yun Zhao collapsed weakly onto a stone.

She had pushed herself to keep up all along; her injury on the rear shoulder must have bled heavily again. She worried she might bleed out.

Now her heart eased, drowsiness overtaking her, she soon fell asleep resting against the rock.

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Le Fei and Xiao Yan gathered firewood. Night Chonglou exhaled a burst of flame from his mouth, igniting the kindling.

Wen Lang returned with a wild boar. With his right hand emitting blue light, he forged an ice blade to pin the boar on a rock and gut it.

Qing Xuance’s slender fingers deftly sliced the meat, then he looked up, his icy gaze sweeping over everyone. “What do you make of today’s events? That wicked woman’s remorse seemed somewhat genuine.”

Xiao Yan slammed wood onto the fire, sparks flying. Blood beads oozed from his neck wound as he heatedly said, “You believe that? Back then, she peeled off your reverse scale piece by piece to make snake broth for that scoundrel! Now she pretends to save us—who knows what she’s really after?”

Night Chonglou leaned lazily against the cave wall, flicking a dancing flame. “Xiao Yan’s right. If not for the marriage contract, who’d want to stay with her? Ugly and stupid.”

Le Fei toyed with the burning wood, then suddenly leaned toward Yun Zhao. Her face was pitch-black; from afar, ugly; up close, even uglier—like she’d rubbed soot all over.

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