Yaoguang Fairy Path

Inside the tent, Mo Feibai gently placed Ye Shuyao on the soft bamboo couch. He stood quietly before the couch, his deep eyes like the water of an ancient well, calm yet filled with endless thoughts. Only then did he take a closer look at the person on the couch. Her facial features seemed as if they were carved by nature, every detail appearing flawless.

Ye Shuyao, lying on the couch, had eyebrows as delicate as distant mountains, tinged with a touch of melancholy. Her long eyelashes, like the crescent moon, gently covered her lively, peach-shaped eyes. Though closed, they held a vibrant energy. Her lips, small and rosy like cherries, brimmed with youthful vitality. A few strands of hair fluttered gently across her round forehead, adding a touch of softness to her face.

Mo Feibai rarely saw Ye Shuyao smile, but whenever she did, those dimples would evenly spread across her cheeks, as if they could warm the whole world. Now, observing her carefully, he realized that Ye Shuyao's appearance actually gave him a strange sense of familiarity.

Mo Feibai then shook his head slightly and sighed. He thought, "Junior Sister Ye couldn't possibly be her. I'm afraid he missed her so much that everyone he saw had a shadow of Nian'er in them." However, he couldn't help but use his spiritual power to help Ye Shuyao heal the wound on her left shoulder.

His fingers gently touched the wound, and he said to himself: "Junior Sister Ye, it would be great if you were really Nian'er." While healing her wounds, his heart was filled with expectation and loss.

After an hour of meticulous treatment, Mo Feibai finally recovered his spiritual energy. He gently tugged at the corners of Ye Shuyao's quilt, ensuring she lay comfortably on the couch. Then, he turned and left. After leaving the tent, he specifically instructed the disciples on guard outside to guard the tent and ensure Junior Sister Ye's safety. Only after doing all this did he return to his own tent with peace of mind, but his heart still clung to him.

After Bingbing confirmed that there was no one in the tent, she quietly emerged from the frost space.

Its small eyes darted around, seemingly searching for movement around. It carefully brought Ye Shuyao into the space and gently placed her in the Heavenly Spring water. Bingpo and Caiyun followed closely behind, eagerly anticipating Ye Shuyao's recovery.

Ever since Ye Shuyao discovered that Tianquan water had magical healing effects, she specially opened a small pond next to it for her own healing.

At this moment, the bloody hole under Ye Shuyao's shoulder was healing at an astonishing speed under the nourishment of the Heavenly Spring Water. The Heavenly Spring Water seemed to have life, gently caressing her wound, bringing waves of coolness and comfort.

When the wound was completely healed, Ye Shuyao finally opened her eyes slowly. At this moment, she saw Bingbing excitedly surrounding her, with joy in her eyes.

Master, you're finally awake! I missed you so much! Bingbing rushed into Ye Shuyao's arms, talking non-stop like a machine gun, wishing she could pour out all her longing for her these days.

Ye Shuyao gently stroked Bingbing's head, her eyes filled with apology. "Bingbing, I missed you guys too." Her smile was as warm as a spring breeze, her voice gentle yet earnest. "I'm so sorry I haven't been in the space to see you much lately."

As soon as she finished speaking, Ye Shuyao gently stroked the hair on Bingbing's head. This action made Bingbing feel warm inside, as if she had taken a reassurance pill. Ye Shuyao's eyes smiled into crescents, and her smile was as warm as the winter sun, illuminating the entire room and overflowing with happiness and joy.

Nearby, Bingpo, seeing Bingbing so lively, couldn't help but let a trace of helplessness cross her otherwise heroic face. She gently lifted Bingbing from Ye Shuyao's arms and turned to her, saying, "Yaoyao, did you forget to use the Three Transformations of Spiritual Source when you were fighting the enemy? How could you make such a fatal mistake at such a crucial moment? Also, your Ice Marrow Body needs to be cultivated properly so you can better master the power of frost." Bingpo's face was filled with deep worry and seriousness.

Ye Shuyao felt a wave of embarrassment upon hearing this. She scratched the back of her head, trying to cover up her mistake. She knew full well that Bingpo had hit upon her oversight, so she could only silently endure the embarrassment, feeling an urge to find a hole to crawl into.

Ye Shuyao was fully aware of her mistakes. She held Bingpo's hand tightly, a determined light flashing in her eyes, and her voice was a bit coquettish: "Sister Bingpo, I really know I was wrong. I will never make such a mistake again. Please forgive me this time."

Bingpo looked at Ye Shuyao's sincere expression, and the blame in his heart eased a little.

She sighed softly, and said in a serious yet concerned tone: You! What should I do with you? "Yaoyao, I'm doing this for your own good. You're so reckless. If you weren't lucky enough to have the Ice Lotus Purifying Fire in your hand and the healing power of the Spatial Heavenly Spring Water, even ten lives wouldn't be enough for you. You still lack combat experience. Perhaps it's because you've never encountered a strong person who can truly pose a threat to you along the way, so you can't even remember the cards you have in your hand."

Ye Shuyao felt even more guilty after hearing this. She lowered her head and said softly, "Sister Bingpo, you're right. I really need to be more cautious and calm. I will remember this lesson and work hard to improve my strength and combat experience."

Bingpo looked at Ye Shuyao, her eyes becoming deep and resolute. She continued to exhort, "You know, in a real battle, once a strong person reveals murderous intent towards you, every second could determine your life or death. Fortunately, the flow rate in this space is faster than outside, which provides you with more opportunities. Yaoyao, you need to hone your stress response ability to cope with future challenges."

Ye Shuyao sat in the Tianquan water, staring blankly at Bingpo, then slowly lowered her head.

Her eyes flickered, as if she was reflecting on her past. This was probably the most depressing time she had felt since she came into this world. She realized that she had indeed been a little too complacent before, which led her to repeatedly fall into danger and end up seriously injured.

Ye Shuyao sat silently in the water, letting the spring water gently surround her, but her heart was surging. She knew that she had to change, to become more cautious and stronger, in order to survive in this world full of unknowns and dangers.

After a brief moment of frustration, Ye Shuyao quickly adjusted her mood.

She raised her head with a smile on her face, hugged the Bingpo spirit's arm tightly, and her voice was full of determination: "Sister Bingpo, I know what to do. Please let me feel your love and care." Her words revealed a unique personality. No matter when and where, she firmly believed that she could overcome all difficulties.

Bingpo couldn't help but feel a little funny when he saw Ye Shuyao's confident look.

Her cheeks flushed slightly, all the way to the base of her neck, and her eyebrows twitched uncontrollably. What nonsense was this girl talking about? However, Bingpo was already used to Ye Shuyao saying things that they didn't understand from time to time.

She looked at Ye Shuyao, who was not dissatisfied with her reprimand nor depressed because of it, and couldn't help feeling relieved.

If Ye Shuyao knew what Bingpo was thinking, she would definitely smile and say, "Do I look like such a stingy person?" Indeed, Ye Shuyao's confidence and optimism can always infect the people around her, allowing them to maintain a positive attitude even in the face of difficulties.

Bingpo's left hand gently caressed Ye Shuyao's head, and she suddenly remembered the Heavenly Demon Immortal Slaying Sword beside Luo Yunhan. She wondered if Luo Yunhan, now that she had awakened, was also in the same boat...

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Three months in the space, but only two hours outside, Ye Shuyao experienced unprecedented hardship and tempering. The icy sword slapped her mercilessly, and every impact made her feel as if her bones were about to fall apart.

After three months of training, Ye Shuyao's mastery of the Three Transformations of Spiritual Source had reached a new level, becoming agile and free. Simultaneously, her Ice Marrow Body had also undergone a significant transformation, leaving her feeling both surprised and dismayed. She couldn't help but twitch her lips, wondering helplessly, was her physique truly built to withstand beatings? Did she need to be beaten to become stronger? But the thought only flashed through her mind, quickly dismissed.

The moment the Ice Marrow Shield was successfully activated, all the fatigue and helplessness disappeared.

When Bingpo saw the purple marks left on Ye Shuyao's body from the hammering, she couldn't help but reveal a deep sense of heartache. She blamed herself, wondering if she had been too harsh. She cursed herself for not being more gentle and giving this little girl some breathing space.

Ye Shuyao lay exhaustedly on the edge of the Tianquan water. She nodded, her voice weak but firm: "Okay, I'll rest for a while before going out."

Outside the tent, Senior Brother, wait a minute, Senior Brother Mo has instructed me to guard Senior Sister Ye's tent well, so please don't make things difficult for me. The disciple who was on guard at night saw that the visitor was wearing the clothes of a direct disciple, and his tone was respectful.

Upon seeing the disciple, Yang Tao smiled warmly and said soothingly, "Junior Brother, there's no need to be so nervous. Junior Sister Ye and I have a deep friendship. I came here simply to check on her injuries and make sure she's alright. I'll naturally explain the situation to Senior Brother Mo later."

After hearing this, the disciple still had some doubts in his heart, but when he thought about how they were all fellow disciples, he felt relieved. He nodded and said, "In that case, I will wait outside the tent. If you need me, please call me at any time."

Yang Tao nodded gratefully and then prepared to enter the tent.

At this moment, Ye Shuyao had already quietly walked out of her space when she heard the conversation outside, and lay quietly on the bamboo couch, waiting for Yang Tao's arrival.

Yang Tao walked gently to Ye Shuyao's bed and asked with concern: "Shuyao, how is your injury? Is it getting better?" His eyes were full of concern.

As soon as Ye Shuyao saw Yang Tao, her heart was overwhelmed with longing and guilt. She thought of Li Yuru, the lively and enthusiastic woman who would stand in front of her at all costs, and tears welled up in her eyes.

She suppressed the pain in her heart, nodded slightly, and said with a trembling voice: "It's... okay." However, when she mentioned Li Yuru, her voice became more choked, as if there was something difficult to say.

"I'm sorry, Xiao Taozi." Ye Shuyao finally couldn't help it, tears slid down her cheeks, "I... I couldn't bring Yu Ru back. At that time..." Her words were full of self-blame and helplessness, as if she could not bear this heavy sin.

Before Yang Tao could ask, Ye Shuyao was already in tears. She took a deep breath, decided not to hide anything anymore, and told Yang Tao the whole story.

After hearing Ye Shuyao's narration, Yang Tao was stunned for a moment, his face as pale as paper. He couldn't believe this cruel fact, and repeated in a trembling voice: "How could...how could this be? Yu Ru...she couldn't escape?"

He couldn't accept this fact, his heart filled with despair and pain. He recalled the promise he had made to Yuru, and those sweet times seemed like yesterday. Yuru had once said she liked him carrying her on his back, and that she wanted him to accompany her to meet her clan leader. All of this, now, had vanished into thin air.

Yang Tao couldn't help but tremble. He covered his face with his hands and squatted on the ground, sobbing. Although he had doubts in his heart, he still didn't want to believe that Yu Ru would leave him. Only then did he understand that Yu Ru was probably in great danger in that situation.

"Yuru... Yuru..." He muttered to himself, tears blurring his eyes. He stood up suddenly, determined to find Yuru. He wiped the tears from his face and prepared to rush out of the tent. He could no longer wait. He would find his Yuru, dead or alive, he would find her.

"Yang Tao, calm down." Ye Shuyao tried to calm him down. Although her voice was firm, she could not hide the uneasiness in her heart. "I've also been asking around for news about Yu Ru. None of us have seen her in person, so everything is just speculation. Maybe, maybe Yu Ru is still alive, but she can't see us for the time being." Her words were full of expectation, but also with a hint of uncertainty.

However, Yang Tao had already lost his mind, his eyes filled with despair and pain. He turned around abruptly, tears welling up in his eyes again. He clutched Ye Shuyao's shoulders tightly, his voice trembling as he said, "Shuyao, don't stop me. I beg you not to stop me. If I don't even go find her, what will happen to Yuru? She'll be scared." The pain in his heart was like being eaten by ants, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

Seeing Yang Tao in so much pain, Ye Shuyao felt as if her heart was being cut by a knife.

She held Yang Tao's hand tightly, trying to give him some strength: "Yang Tao, we have to believe in Yuru. She is a strong girl. If she is really still alive, she will definitely find a way to meet us. You are so impulsive now, which will only put yourself in deeper danger."

After hearing what Ye Shuyao said, Yang Tao calmed down a little. He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. He knew that Ye Shuyao was right. Yu Ru must still be alive. He couldn't act so impulsively. He had to calm down and think of a way to find Yu Ru.

Ye Shuyao watched Yang Tao leave in a daze, her heart heavy. She clenched her fists tightly, as if to concentrate all her strength in them, praying for Li Yuru in the distance.

"Yuru, you must live," she muttered silently, each word filled with deep hope and unwavering faith. Her eyes gleamed with a resolute light, as if they could penetrate time and space to find the person she deeply missed.