Yaoguang Fairy Path

Ye Shuyao closed her eyes slightly, concentrated her mind, and conveyed a secret message to Bingbing with her mind: "Bingbing, please pay attention to the whereabouts of the person in box 28 later."

A faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she thought to herself: "If that person cannot protect the glass tripod and it is taken away by someone with ulterior motives, it would not be wrong for me to take it back."

As the saying goes, "The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind." After all, in this world of immortal cultivation, the strong are respected, and the struggle for treasures has long been commonplace.

After hearing this, Bingbing's eyes flashed with excitement, and she responded softly: "Yes! Okay, Master, I will keep a close eye on it and make sure everything is under control."

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Ye Shu and Luo Yunhan walked side by side, one on the left and one on the right, slowly walking from the third floor to the second floor. Just as they were about to step into the first floor, a crisp and joyful voice suddenly came from behind them.

Li Yuru called out with some surprise: "Yaoyao!"

Ye Shuyao heard the voice and turned her head lightly. Her eyes fell on the direction where the voice came from, and a warm smile appeared on her face: "Yu Ru, Xiao Taozi, why are you here too?"

Li Yuru walked cheerfully to Ye Shuyao, naturally took her arm, and said with a smile, "I was told. I heard that voice in the box just now and it was very familiar. It really was you. I told you that my home is in Zhaoyang City in the Southern Territory. I didn't expect that we would meet again at this auction."

After saying that, Li Yuru turned her gaze to the man walking side by side with Ye Shuyao. That unintentional glance made her heart beat faster.

She would have been fine if she hadn't looked, but when she did, she was stunned to discover it wasn't Immortal Yunhan. How could he be here? Hastily letting go, she bowed in Luo Yunhan's direction, her voice trembling, "Disciple Li Yuru, greetings... Yun, no, Sixth-Sixth-Master Uncle." She had never imagined that this almighty and respected Immortal would actually accompany her disciple to the auction.

Yang Tao followed closely behind, stepped forward, and bowed respectfully, "Disciple Yang Tao, greetings to Sixth Uncle-Master."

Seeing Li Yuru and Yang Tao so nervous, Ye Shuyao couldn't help but laugh. The corners of her mouth curled up slightly and she laughed softly. She thought to herself, her master is not a scourge, so why would he make them so panic?

Li Yuru noticed Ye Shuyao's smile and awkwardly tugged at her sleeve, signaling her not to expose this little episode.

Luo Yunhan nodded slightly, gestured to the two of them, then turned to Ye Shuyao, his tone gentle and soft: "Yao'er, I need to go back to the sect. Your master uncle just sent a message saying that there is something important to discuss. Would you like to go back with me?" His voice was like a spring breeze, making people feel comfortable and kind.

Ye Shuyao heard Luo Yunhan's proposal, although she felt a little reluctant, but then she thought of her own plan, shook her head, and said softly: "Master, I want to go back later."

Luo Yunhan looked at her, his eyes filled with helplessness, yet also with fondness for her. He gently rubbed Ye Shuyao's head and said softly, "Okay, since you have your own ideas, then it's up to you. But, Yao'er, you must be careful out there and don't get hurt. If you have any problems, please let me know. Remember to return to Lingxiao Sect as soon as possible and don't play around."

After saying that, he took out an exquisite storage ring from his sleeve and handed it to Ye Shuyao, while transmitting a voice message: "Yao'er, this is what I just bought at Jubao Pavilion."

In addition, "There's a card inside. I've saved a lot of spirit stones for you. You're a girl, so don't be too frugal when you're out. There's also a method for cultivating the Thunder Spirit Root. Your Seventh Uncle left it with me. When you return to the sect, I'll take you to Qixia Peak. The method for cultivating the Four Symbols Formation is also inside."

Luo Yunhan had originally intended to wait until all four beasts in the Four Symbols Formation were assembled before handing it over to Ye Shuyao. However, she was unwilling to return to the sect with him, so he had no choice but to leave the Four Symbols Formation with her for self-defense. While the formation wasn't powerful enough for him, it should be enough to deal with foes of Yao'er's level. His absence from her side inevitably left him worried and concerned.

Ye Shuyao's mind swept through the ring, and the items in the storage ring slowly unfolded in her mind like a scroll. She deeply felt Luo Yunhan's care and concern for her, like the warm spring sun, warm and gentle.

Although this concern gave her the illusion of being treated as a child, when she recalled the little details of their daily interactions, her heart beat involuntarily quickened, like a frightened deer.

She responded with a smile: "Okay, Master. Yao'er will definitely return to the sect soon, you don't have to worry." After that, a bright and warm smile appeared on her face.

After Luo Yunhan left, Ye Shuyao turned around and took Li Yuru's hand, and said excitedly: "Yuru, come on, I'm your little sister. I'll take you to pick up fish." Her voice was full of playfulness and anticipation.

Li Yuru blinked in confusion: "Picking up fish? But I don't want to eat fish now." She obviously didn't understand the deep meaning of Ye Shuyao's words. The "fish" here did not really refer to fish.

The bustling streets were crowded with people, but Yang Tao shook his head helplessly, as if he had become accustomed to being "ignored" by the two women.

Xiang Yan followed them at a distance, watching the three of them talking and laughing. He rubbed his forehead helplessly, muttering to himself, "After all, a living person like me is standing in front of them, and I'm being completely ignored."

He gritted his teeth and decided not to remain silent any longer, so he walked forward and said to Li Yuru, "Junior Sister Yuru, aren't you going to introduce me to you?"

Li Yuru, who was pulled away by Ye Shuyao, looked back at Ye Shuyao and Xiang Yan, glanced back and forth a few times, then blinked and laughed awkwardly: "Uh, I forgot!"

She quickly adjusted herself and introduced, "Shuyao, this is my father's eldest disciple, Xiangyan. He is also my senior brother in the family. Senior brother, this is our sixth uncle's disciple, Ye Shuyao. She is also my good sister."

After Ye Shuyao and Xiang Yan greeted each other, the three of them said no more and followed Ye Shuyao to the location that Bingbing had passed to them.

In the dense forest outside the city, the four people hid quietly, their breath was almost undetectable. They clung to a tall tree, and the dense leaves were like a natural umbrella, covering them tightly.

Ye Shuyao pondered inwardly, as expected, this night was destined to be a turbulent one. With the night as dark as ink and the wind howling, wasn't this the perfect opportunity for those with ulterior motives to kill and rob?

Her eyes were as sharp as torches as she swept over the three people in front of her. She then whispered something, her fingers making delicate movements in the air, as if she was weaving an invisible tactical net: "We will act like this later, first this way, then that way..." Although her voice was low, it was full of unquestionable determination.

After listening to this, Li Yuru's eyes flashed with excitement. She raised her thumbs and praised him generously: "Good! Good! Good! Yaoyao, it turns out that what you said about picking up fish has such a deep meaning! Haha, I like it!" Her laughter echoed in the ears of several people, and seemed to carry a bit of cunning and expectation.

Xiang Yan raised his eyebrows slightly, and a sense of familiarity surged in his heart, as if this scene was not unfamiliar to him.

The four of them focused intently, their eyes fixed on the battle scene below. On the ground, a gray-robed monk was engaged in a fierce battle with a dozen monks. Blades flashed, spells were cast, and the air was filled with tension and danger.

One of the male cultivators had a sinister expression. He brandished his longsword and shouted mockingly, "Oh! Why don't you hand over the treasures you bought at the Treasure Pavilion, and we'll let you go? This way, you can save your life and avoid a pointless fight. Why not?"

A flicker of determination flashed in the gray-robed monk's eyes, and spiritual energy instantly erupted from his hands, like a blazing flame. He snorted coldly, his voice revealing unquestionable determination: "Come and take it if you dare!" Before he finished speaking, he silently recited his technique—Fire Flame Slash. As his words fell, a blazing blade emanated from his hand, sweeping towards the enemy like a raging fire.

Seeing the other cultivator remain unmoved and instead initiate the attack, the male cultivator's fury burned within him. He shouted, "I wonder how long you can hold out!" With that, he swung his long sword, unleashing his unique skill—the Soul-Falling Ghost Blade. As his sword danced, a sinister ghostly aura permeated the air, intertwining with the flames of the Fiery Flame Slash, creating a thrilling scene of battle.

As time went on, the solemnity on the gray-robed monk's face became more and more obvious. He felt that his spiritual power was rapidly depleting and was about to be unable to sustain this fierce battle. He knew that he had to fight quickly and decisively to gain a glimmer of hope in this crisis.

The next moment, he took a deep breath, moved suddenly, and unleashed his Xiaoyao Step technique. His figure vanished like a ghost, only to reappear behind one of his opponents. His attacks were swift and precise, breaking through the enemy's defenses one by one. As his offensive swept like a torrential rain, the enemies fell one after another, until only three remained, struggling to hold on.

However, at this moment, the gray-robed monk's spiritual energy was nearly exhausted. He staggered slightly, barely able to stand. Seeing this, the black-robed male cultivator's eyes flashed with ruthlessness. The Soul-Falling Knife in his hand transformed into a ray of cold light and stabbed straight into the gray-robed monk's back.

The gray-robed monk had no time to react before he felt a sharp pain in his back. With difficulty, he turned his head and saw the black-robed monk holding the Soul-Falling Knife, his own blood still dripping from the tip. As the Soul-Falling Knife was slowly withdrawn, the gray-robed monk collapsed limply onto the pile of leaves, his blood quickly staining the dirt and dead leaves beneath him.

He looked up at the sky, his eyes filled with resentment and anger. But in the end, he slowly closed his eyes and left this world forever.