Winter Solstice Sacrifice to Heaven

Wang Xian gave the Deer-Splitting Saber, the treasured blade Xue Yu had longed for so desperately that she was willing to give herself to him, to Hu Keke for protection.

If Xue Yu—or any of those who had entered the Southern Frontier Secret Realm and survived—found out, every one of them would go mad.

That was a treasured blade. No, that was a divine blade.

A divine blade said to be capable of winning the world.

Who could have guessed that Lord Wang of the imperial capital would treat it like an ordinary treasured blade and toss it to Hu Keke, the boy who was about to become the little emperor of the Southern Frontier barbarians?

What Murong Wan'er hadn't expected was that over the next two days, not only did Sa Tongtian disappear with the sleeping Xiao Bai.

Even Feng Yanran, who had promised to come, never showed up.

Wang Xian kept his eyes on Feng Hao and Hu Keke, his expression giving nothing away.

Murong Wan'er grew listless, too, and simply started chatting with Wang Xian about the Academy.

With no other choice, Wang Xian introduced the few people he knew from the Academy.

"Come to think of it..." Wang Xian suddenly set down his teacup. The porcelain clinked crisply against the wooden table. "There is someone at the Academy who might be suitable."

"Who?" Murong Wan'er asked without thinking.

"Long Jingyu's master. He's a ruthless fellow at the Academy." Wang Xian's lips curled slightly. "Although he's a blacksmith..."

"What?!"

Murong Wan'er sprang to her feet and slapped the table, sending ripples through the tea.

She blurted out, "You want me to marry a blacksmith?" For an instant, even her peerlessly beautiful face twisted with anger.

Hu Keke and Feng Hao both drew in a sharp breath.

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