Yaoguang Fairy Path

The next morning, the tent was peaceful and quiet. Ye Shuyao sat upright on the bamboo couch, eyes closed, cultivating. Her spiritual energy flowed like a trickle, coursing through every vein in her body, nourishing her body and soul.

After Yang Tao left last night, Ye Shuyao used the Three Transformations of Spiritual Source to create a clone that quietly left the camp. She hoped this clone could find Yu Ru and bring back news about her.

However, at this moment, the formation outside the camp suddenly fluctuated. A man in dark red clothing slowly walked in. His clothes were embroidered with exquisite gilded dragon patterns, appearing luxurious and mysterious.

His red hair flowed down his back, gently swaying in the wind, adding a touch of unruly and domineering aura. Although his face had changed, the aura and sense of oppression emanating from him were still impossible to ignore.

The man's cultivation had reached the realm of shackles, yet he had restrained all his aura, acting like an ordinary person. However, his calmness and composure, as well as his eyes as deep as the starry sky, revealed his extraordinary and unfathomable nature.

As they stepped into the camp formation, although everyone had seen this mysterious man before, after seeing his calm aura and confirming that he was not a demon, they all went about their own business and no longer paid too much attention to him.

However, no one noticed that a man and a woman were quietly following him. These three people were Long Wuji, the long-lost Li Yuru, and Baili Lingfeng.

"Senior, where are you from?" Baili Lingfeng was filled with gratitude, yet he was also puzzled by the senior's background and purpose. He muttered to himself, "Although this senior has a strange temper, since he saved Li Yuru and me, I don't think he has any bad intentions."

Long Wu Ji was more direct. He simply said, "See for yourself." Then he went towards his destination, leaving Baili Lingfeng and Li Yuru looking at each other in bewilderment.

Seeing this, the two people behind her waved their hands gently and asked in a low voice: "Are we still following?" She was already accustomed to this senior's habit of being frugal with words, and would never say a word more than two words each time.

Baili Lingfeng quickly glanced at the person in front and said firmly, "Follow him."

The three of them turned left and right, finally arriving at the center of the camp. Long Wuji walked into Ye Shuyao's tent without hesitation. Baili Lingfeng and Li Yuru, who were behind him, were about to follow, but were stopped by an invisible barrier. They stared at each other, bewildered. Baili Lingfeng asked, puzzled, "Are we being disliked?"

Li Yuru murmured helplessly, "It seems this senior has his own plans..."

It was obvious that they had indeed been "disdained" by their predecessors along the way. Baili Lingfeng gently fanned himself, nodded, and a slightly self-deprecating smile appeared on his face.

At this moment, Helian Yun and Mo Feibai happened to pass by and saw the two people standing outside Ye Shuyao's tent without going in. They were a little puzzled. They guessed that the two Taoist friends were also here to look for Junior Sister Ye, but why didn't they come in?

If they knew what happened to Baili Lingfeng and Li Yuru, they would probably just say helplessly, "We wanted to come in too, but someone came in uninvited and we were blocked outside."

Li Yuru turned around in advance and saw that it was her fellow disciples, Senior Brother Helian and Mo Feibai. She immediately smiled and asked in surprise, "Senior Brother Helian, why are you here?" Her face was filled with the joy of seeing acquaintances.

"Junior Sister Li! Fellow Daoist Baili!" Helian Yun shouted in surprise, "You...you are still alive! Junior Sister Ye and Fellow Daoist Nan have been worried about you." He wondered how the two of them entered the camp. Could it be that Junior Sister Ye brought them back?

"Why don't you go in? What are you doing standing outside?" Mo Feibai looked at the two of them in confusion, his eyes full of doubts.

The two men threw up their hands helplessly and said in unison: "We can't get in."

Helian Yun and Mo Feibai exchanged a look of disbelief. They reached out and touched the invisible barrier, trying to uncover its secrets.

"Junior Sister Ye, are you in there?" they shouted loudly, but the people inside could not hear a word, as if the barrier had completely blocked out the sound.

The barrier Long Wuji had erected was precisely to block anyone he thought might disturb his time alone with Ye Shuyao. He disliked the noise and chatter of these people, so he used his own cultivation to create a barrier. It was simply impossible for Helian Yun and the others to break it.

Helpless, Helian Yun and Mo Feibai could only turn and leave. Helian Yun said to Li Yuru, "Junior Sister Li, why don't you have someone take you to rest?" Then he turned to Baili Lingfeng and said, "Fellow Daoist Baili, do you want me to arrange for a disciple to take you to where the Tianyan Sect disciples are?"

Baili Lingfeng suddenly put away his folding fan with a bang, widened his eyes, and asked in disbelief: "What did you just say? The Junior Sister Ye you are talking about is Ye Shuyao from Lingxiao Sect?" He could hardly believe his ears.

That day, he had witnessed Ye Shuyao being taken away by the demon from Longyuan City. He had only seen her lying in a pool of blood, uncertain whether she was alive or dead, and felt a sense of unease. Now, hearing that Ye Shuyao was here, a terrifying thought occurred to him: "Shuyao is here. Could this senior be the demon?"

Baili Lingfeng took a deep breath, suppressing his thoughts. A subtle tenderness flashed across his eyes. He thought to himself, "As long as she's okay, it's good. So what if he's a demon? He saved Shuyao, saved me, and Li Yuru, so he's done them a favor."

Li Yuru was equally incredulous. She covered her mouth and took two steps back, her eyes reddened and tears streaming down her face. She smiled and murmured to herself, "Yaoyao, we're all still alive. How wonderful!"

A few people realized that they might not be able to enter Ye Shuyao's tent at this moment, so they could only leave in embarrassment.

Inside the tent, one person was sitting quietly cross-legged on the bed, while another person was standing in the middle with an unknown bottle in his hand. The two of them were staring at each other, and the atmosphere was a little subtle.

"You..." They both spoke almost at the same time, but then stopped.

Long Wuji touched the bridge of his nose lightly and said casually, "You speak first."

Ye Shuyao hesitated for a moment, but finally asked the question in her heart: "Didn't you leave? Why are you back?"

Long Wuji raised his eyebrows slightly and asked, "When did I say I was leaving?"

Ye Shuyao explained somewhat embarrassedly: "You left without saying a word, I thought you..." She didn't continue, but her meaning was already very clear.

There was a hint of gnashing of teeth in Long Wuji's tone: "You little heartless thing, I've done so many boring things for you, and you can't wait for me to leave."

He sighed and continued, "I just wanted you to concentrate on your cultivation without being disturbed by these trivial matters, so I helped you deal with those troubles. By the way, I also brought you back two...'newbies'." A playful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Ye Shuyao's gaze shifted away from Long Wuji's devilishly handsome face and turned to the black bottle tightly held in his right hand.

She stood up and walked lightly to him, her beautiful eyes sparkling with curiosity. She bent down to examine it carefully. She pointed at the bottle and asked hesitantly, "What is this?"

Long Wuji replied succinctly: "What you want."

Ye Shuyao was full of confusion. "What do I want? Did I ask you to help me find something?"

She grumbled in dissatisfaction: "Uncle, can you say a few more words at a time?"

Long Wuji then explained in a little more detail: "Demon Tribe."

Ye Shuyao's voice was filled with surprise: "Uh, ah, demons, demons?" She suddenly realized that Long Wuji had gone to catch monsters for her. A warm current surged in her heart, and her gratitude was beyond words.

Ye Shuyao stood up straight and asked curiously, "So, how many demons did you capture? A bottle like this can't hold that many, right?"

Hearing this, Long Wuji couldn't help but sneer. He replied casually, "Of course they are all here."

"You, what did you say?" Ye Shuyao was so surprised that her mouth almost dropped open, her jaw almost dropping. It was no wonder she was so surprised. After all, they had been on this mission for so long and still hadn't been able to completely wipe out the demons, while Long Wuji had only taken a few days...

Ye Shuyao swallowed and complained in her heart: "This is the benefit of strength." Her eyes were full of envy for Long Wuji's strength.

Before Ye Shuyao could continue speaking, a zither suddenly appeared in Long Wuji's hand. He handed it to Ye Shuyao and said lightly, "Here you go."

Ye Shuyao took the zither, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes: "Isn't this the treasure that suppresses the demons? How did it end up in your hands?"

Long Wuji explained, "When you were injured and unconscious, I took you away and saw that woman touching the zither.

I guessed that the demons would definitely escape without their suppression, so I snatched it from the woman. "There was a firmness and decisiveness in his words, as if all this was a matter of course.

"Who is that woman?" Ye Shuyao asked again. She really wanted this "old man" to say a few more words, but every time she tried it was as difficult as squeezing toothpaste.

Long Wuji looked at her with deep eyes and replied calmly, "I don't know."

When Ye Shuyao heard this answer, she couldn't help laughing out loud. She joked, "It turns out that person is only worthy of one gender in your place. Hahaha, you...you are really..." She laughed so hard that she fell forward and backward, her body trembling, and she looked quite funny.

Long Wuji looked at her, a hint of doubt in his eyes. What was this little thing laughing at? Did he really need to know that woman's name? To him, apart from Ye Shuyao, the others were just passing clouds.

Even if Long Wuji hadn't said it explicitly, Ye Shuyao could still keenly sense the person's identity. A clear answer had already formed in her mind—this person must be Ling Hua.