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The spring sun shone brightly on the grass in the outskirts. It was exceptionally fresh. A fountain of water flowed along the canyon. The splashing water beat against the rocks, producing a lonely and melodious beat.

Shang Yiqing spurred his horse upstream. The sunlight in the canyon ahead dimmed, and the green turned into a deep blue. As they continued forward, the deep blue turned into a deep blue, and the green grass turned into a hard and cold rock.

There was a small waterfall at the end of the wall, and the cold water, like white ice, was splashing down in a heaven-shaking fashion. As the walls rose up in a curved shape, the mouth of the waterfall looked as if it were looking out from a well, and was exceptionally bright. At the very top of the waterfall, there was a huge rock that was just like a hat placed on top of the waterfall. On the top of the huge rock, there was a strange flower.

The moment Shang Yiqing saw the flower, a heartfelt smile surfaced on her face. The reason why she had been searching for it for so long was only for this "Purple Yanran." Purple Yanran is a rare treasure in the world. It is longer than rocks, yet it lives on borrowed water, blooming like a woman's sweet smile. It is extremely beautiful, able to cure all poisons in the world.

After looking for a long time, Shang Yiqing finally saw a flower. There was no need to say anything more to rejoice, he jumped down from his horse and prepared to climb up the cliff.

Just at this time, he saw a Jadefeather little bird hovering above the "Purple Yanran". It flapped its wings and aimed at the flower, wanting to peck it.

How could he let a little bird destroy this world's weirdo?

Shang Yiqing was extremely shocked, she immediately took out a spring from her robes and shot towards the little bird. She was still more than ten metres away from the top of the waterfall, but the small stone inside the spring was shot far and accurately, and with a "bang" sound, it hit the little bird's wings. The little bird flapped its wings, and fell onto the rock, letting out a sorrowful cry.

Shang Yiqing laughed complacently, put away the slingshot, and continued to climb. Right at this moment, he suddenly heard someone shout coldly: "Who injured my 'Jadefeather Huang Ying'?" Although his voice wasn't loud, it was filled with rage.

He wore a spotlessly white robe, and from afar, he looked like a reflection of the bamboo forest's clear spring water. His clothes were really white like snow, and his clothes were pure and unstained by the dust of the world. With just a glance, Shang Yiqing felt that this was a person who did not want to live on earth.

The young master with a snow-white robe was currently frowning slightly as he stared at Shang Yiqing with a faint expression of anger.

Shang Yiqing said as she climbed, "Who asked your little bird to peck at my flower? Do you know that this flower is a peerless treasure? For the sake of searching for this flower, I have waited for so long. She did not care about the life or death of this bird. All she cared about was this flower.

"Do you know that my bird came for this flower?" Accompanied by the sound of water splashing, the young master in white's voice came from afar.

Shang Yiqing couldn't help but glance at him once more. This time, he only had one feeling: What a handsome and depressed person!

This person just stood there with his hands behind his back, not even moving, but when he raised his eyebrows and looked back, there was an indescribable arrogance and sadness, just like the snow on a high mountain.

Shang Yiqing's heart trembled, she had never seen a person who was so carefree and indifferent. Without thinking too much, Shang Yiqing headed straight for her target. Her goal was obviously "Purple Yanran".

Seeing Shang Yiqing getting closer and closer to the rock, the young master in white couldn't help but take a few steps forward and stare at Shang Yiqing's figure with her head raised. The anger on her face had not yet dissipated, but she didn't say anything more.

The more he climbed to the top of the waterfall, the harder it was for him to travel. Shang Yiqing's eyes were fixated on the road below him where the "Purple Yanran" was and there were a few times where he almost slipped and fell. When young master in white saw this, he could not help but be moved, but Shang Yiqing had an indifferent smile on his face, as if he was extremely confident, as if he knew that nothing bad would happen to him. After climbing onto the rock, she carefully picked the flower and carefully placed it in the medicine trap behind her back. Then, she turned around and smiled complacently at young master in white, before looking at the little bird that was struggling on the rock but had its wings injured. She then placed it in her bosom and slowly climbed down.

young master in white also walked to the side of the waterfall, and stood not far away from where Shang Yiqing was standing. Seeing Shang Yiqing crawling down, she snorted softly, but her anger had not dissipated, and she maintained her graceful posture, only standing there.

Climbing down the cliff, Shang Yiqing patted his hands lightly, and then took out a small bird from his bosom. He gave it to young master in white.

young master in white accepted the little bird, and without replying, he asked: "The flower you picked is a 'Purple Yanran'?"

"So what if I am?" Shang Yiqing turned her face to look at him. He was handsome, with dark, shiny eyebrows, which made his face pale; his eyes were bright, too, as if they were filled with spring water; his nose was handsome; and, even better, he had a thin scarlet lip, like the most moist lipstick. It was a pity that he looked too frail and gave off a sickly yet depressing feeling.

I didn't expect this young man in white to be so beautiful!" Shang Yiqing's heart skipped a beat. Even in modern times, this man was a standard handsome man, not to mention in the ancient times! After she had transmigrated here, she had never seen such a handsome man. However, before she could even think of what to say, she heard the white-clothed gongzi say, "I want this' Zi Yanran 'as well. Can you name a price?

"Does it matter if you have money?" Shang Yiqing unhappily rolled his eyes at the man. She didn't know how long she had searched for the 'Purple Yanran', but after finding it, she had waited for the flower to bloom. With just that one sentence from this young master, it was impossible for her to give the flower to him.

Looking at Shang Yiqing's unhappy gaze, young master in white raised his eyebrow, a look of disdain appeared on his face. He cleared his throat and said: "If you hadn't injured my 'Jadefeather Huang Ying', this' Purple Yanran 'would have already fallen into my hands."

"I don't care about that. I only know who gets it first." Shang Yiqing raised his chin, his tone full of ridicule.