Chapter 971: No Need To Die

Since it had already reached the final hour of this day.

Then the end of her life must be this hour.

With only one hour left in her life, even the ever-prepared Piaomiao Hong, who had been ready since birth, couldn't quite describe the emotions swirling in her heart at this moment.

Scenes from the past flashed through her mind.

Her father, her mother...

Her siblings from her clan...

And also Yi Feng, the man she had met after being kidnapped, who was determined to die.

Her thoughts drifted far, far away...

If not for this curse, her life could have been so much more vibrant, right? She could have done so many things she had always wanted to do but never had the chance...

Huh?

Just then, Piaomiao Hong, who had been waiting for death, sensed something amiss.

Her beautiful eyes snapped open.

Because in her earlier reminiscence, that final hour had already passed.

Time had moved on to the next day.

"How could this be?"

"How could this happen?"

Piaomiao Hong was so shocked she couldn't calm down.

She never expected that she would not die on this day.

"Could the previous calculations have been wrong?"

But that couldn't be.

It was definitely supposed to be today.

At this moment, Piaomiao Hong's heart was filled with both excitement and unease.

Even though the time had come, the curse within her body had not erupted.

To understand the reason, Piaomiao Hong quickly circulated her energy. A vast power flowed through her meridians, cycling through her body over and over.

But after several cycles, her eyes widened in shock.

Because she joyfully discovered that the curse within her body had disappeared.

"It's gone, it's really gone."

Piaomiao Hong carefully confirmed it.

After several confirmations, all pointing to the same result, her voice trembled.

She was so overjoyed she could cry.

Words could hardly describe the emotions in her heart.

She had thought death was inevitable, but at the critical moment, the curse within her body had inexplicably vanished.

In the vast square of Sword Valley.

The sky was still dark.

Yet countless disciples were diligently practicing their swordsmanship.

But most of their faces bore expressions of sorrow.

Piaomiao Hong held an extremely high status in Sword Valley. Despite this, she was exceptionally kind to these non-core disciples, often teaching them sword techniques.

Thus.

Piaomiao Hong's impending death had cast a pall of grief over the entire Sword Valley.

It seemed that only by practicing their swordsmanship relentlessly, to the point of numbness, could they distract themselves from the sorrow.

But just then, the countless disciples practicing in the square suddenly turned their gazes toward the Sword Burial Ground.

Beneath the tall archway was a path that led deep into the earth, where countless swords and bones were buried...

But now.

From within, the sound of footsteps on the earthen path could be heard.

This sudden development put all the disciples in the square and the guards beneath the archway on high alert. They gripped their swords tightly, watching warily.

Because since ancient times, this path had only been entered, never exited.

Hearing footsteps coming from within was utterly bizarre.

The footsteps grew closer, and gradually, a faint figure came into view.

She was tall and slender.

Dressed in a snow-white gown.

Like an immortal untouched by the mortal world, her beauty was beyond compare, starkly contrasting with the surroundings. She walked out step by step, holding a sword.

Finally.

Everyone could see her face clearly.

"It's the young mistress, it's the young mistress!"

"Heavens, how did the young mistress come out?"

"How could this be? According to the timing, wasn't the young mistress supposed to have... yesterday?"

The one who emerged was none other than Piaomiao Hong. When the people of Sword Valley saw her, they were as shocked as if they had seen a ghost, exclaiming in disbelief.

The commotion quickly drew the attention of the entire Sword Valley.

The current Valley Master, Piao Zheng, rushed over with a group of people.

In no time, thousands had gathered, their eyes filled with shock and disbelief as they stared at Piaomiao Hong standing beneath the archway.

Piao Zheng's body trembled as he scrutinized Piaomiao Hong before him. After a long while, he tentatively asked, "Hong'er, is... is it really you?"

Under the gaze of the crowd, the woman in white nodded lightly, her voice trembling with joy as she replied.

"Yes, Uncle Zheng, it's me!"

This address of "Uncle Zheng" brought tears to Piao Zheng's eyes.

He immediately understood that, regardless of the reason, Piaomiao Hong had emerged from the Sword Burial Ground. This was indeed his niece, Piaomiao Hong!

There was no mistake.

Absolutely no mistake.

"Hong'er, what exactly happened?"

"How did you...?"

Piao Zheng took a swift step forward, his voice filled with anxiety, though his eyes held a glimmer of hope.

Even though.

He didn't know what he was hoping for.

But to his surprise, that inexplicable hope had come true.

"Uncle Zheng, for some reason, the curse within me has disappeared."

"I... I don't have to die anymore."

Piaomiao Hong's eyes reddened as she spoke, tears of joy streaming down her face.

Her words sent shockwaves through the crowd.

"What?"

"What did you say?"

"The curse within the young mistress has disappeared?"

Voices of astonishment rang out.

Piao Zheng's body trembled even more, afraid he had misheard. He leaned closer to Piaomiao Hong and asked solemnly, "Hong'er, are you... are you telling the truth?"