Yaoguang Fairy Path

Xiang Yan looked down and saw that the battle was nearing its end. His eyes flashed, and then he took out four pieces of black cloth from his storage ring as smoothly as flowing water.

He waved the cloth gently, and it fluttered like a butterfly, finally landing firmly in his hands. He gestured for everyone to cover their faces, his movements smooth and natural, as if he was already accustomed to such scenes and everything came naturally.

Seeing this, Yang Tao couldn't help but send a message to Xiang Yan: "It has to be you, brother-in-law. It seems that you have done this kind of thing many times. I admire you, I admire you." There was a hint of teasing in his tone.

When Xiang Yan heard Yang Tao's address, he frowned, glared at him, and then said in a voice transmission: "Who is your brother-in-law? My junior sister hasn't married you yet. If you call me like that again, I'll beat you up." There was a bit of severity in his voice, and he was obviously dissatisfied with Yang Tao's address.

Yang Tao didn't take it seriously. He chuckled and replied in a whisper: "Hey, it's only a matter of time. My brother-in-law called me in advance." There was a hint of teasing and confidence in his tone.

Ye Shuyao and Li Yuru saw the two men exchanging glances, not knowing what they were talking about. They exchanged glances, each revealing a hint of confusion. Ye Shuyao shook her head slightly, as if lamenting their mysterious behavior, while Li Yuru's lips curled slightly, as if she was already accustomed to all this.

The black-robed male cultivator below chuckled triumphantly and stepped forward to remove the storage bag and ring from the gray-robed cultivator. He easily wiped away the imprint of his spirit, then scanned the items within with his divine sense, letting out bursts of triumphant laughter.

Seeing the time was ripe, Ye Shuyao, Li Yuru, Yang Tao, and Xiang Yan each skillfully covered their faces with their scarves, obscuring their features. Their movements were swift and coordinated, as if they had been rehearsed countless times.

Then, like four ghosts, they gracefully leaped down from the treetops, sending a shower of falling leaves flying in their wake. Like messengers of autumn, they silently descended upon the battlefield shrouded in darkness. They stood quietly not far from the three men in black, like four statues, silent and solemn.

Ye Shuyao was the first to break the silence. Her voice was cold and firm, echoing in the night sky: "Hey! Have you laughed enough? Isn't it our turn to take the stage?"

The leading black-clad male cultivator had clearly not anticipated the existence of an ambush in the shadows. He was momentarily taken aback before frowning and asking, "What do you mean? Why are you intercepting us here?"

Xiang Yan smiled coldly and said sarcastically: "What you are here for is exactly what we are here for! What you mean is that you are the mantis, and we are the long-awaited oriole." His voice was calm and firm, revealing unquestionable confidence.

Yang Tao jokingly added, "I planted this tree and built this road. If you want to pass by here, you have to leave some money. Haha, you guys who don't know how to live or die, just stay here tonight!" Although his words were light-hearted, his eyes were as sharp as an eagle, staring closely at the black-clothed male cultivators.

Seeing this, Li Yuru couldn't help feeling helpless. She sighed and said, "Hey, you two, you've said everything you want to say. What should I say then?" There was a hint of coquettishness in her tone, but her eyes were equally firm. It was obvious that she was ready for a fight.

Man in black: It depends on whether you have the ability to do it. He raised his left hand and gestured for the remaining two followers to come forward.

The man in black saw that the other party was not intimidated by his aura, but instead faced the challenge head-on, and a hint of approval flashed in his eyes.

He raised his left hand lightly, and the remaining two followers immediately understood his intention, their spiritual power instantly bursting to its peak. The blades in their hands flashed with a faint red light, like two fiery snakes dancing in the darkness, and they quickly attacked the four people.

Xiang Yan took the lead in attacking. His body was as fast as the wind, his steps were unpredictable, and he used the Sun-Chasing Thunder Spear Technique.

His spear was swirling with lightning, emitting a crackling sound, as if all the lightning in the sky had been concentrated on the tip of the spear. He thrust out with the spear, like thunder piercing the ears, colliding with the blade of one of his followers with a deafening roar.

Li Yuru and Yang Tao looked at each other tacitly, and both of them moved at the same time.

Li Yuru's movements were lithe, like a fairy's. The blade in her hand was enveloped in fire energy, blazing flames dancing on its tip. She unleashed the third level of the Blazing Flame Technique, burning and twisting the air wherever the sword passed. Meanwhile, Yang Tao was like a tiger descending from the mountains. His powerful sword slashed with a torrent of yellow sand, shattering the surrounding air.

Ye Shuyao moved like the wind, instantly reaching the leading black-clad figure. The Ice Soul longsword in her hand, illuminated by the moonlight, exuded a captivating icy aura. With a flick of her wrist, a sharp blade flashed, carrying a piercing chill, striking the black-clad figure in the face.

Seeing this, the man in black did not dare to be careless. He tightly grasped the Soul-Falling Sword and tried his best to block it. However, Ye Shuyao's swordsmanship was extremely exquisite. The tip of the sword and the blade intersected, making a crisp metallic collision sound.

At that moment, a ruthless look flashed in the black-clothed man's eyes. With his other hand, he quickly pulled out a violent pill from his bosom and swallowed it without hesitation. The pill instantly unleashed its violent power within him. He roared like a beast, his eyes turning blood red. Under the effects of the violent pill, his cultivation level soared rapidly, forcibly advancing from the early Golden Core stage to the Nascent Soul stage.

The man in black felt the surging power within him, and he gathered his strength, swinging the Soul-Falling Blade in his hand once again, slashing towards Ye Shuyao with endless killing intent. This blade was so powerful and heavy that it seemed to split the entire space apart.

Yet, Ye Shuyao remained remarkably calm in the face of this ferocious attack. With a nimble turn, she dodged the black-clad man's attack. Simultaneously, she swung the Ice Soul Sword once more, sending streams of sword energy slashing out like a rainbow piercing the sun. For a moment, the sword energy was unstoppable, unparalleled in its intensity.

Ye Shuyao unleashed the fourth level of the Ice Heart Technique—the Ice and Snow Domain. With a flick of her sword, the surrounding air seemed to freeze, instantly transforming into countless ice crystals. Under her control, these crystals drifted down like snowflakes, enveloping the man in black in a blanket of ice and snow.

Within this realm of ice and snow, Ye Shuyao held absolute dominance over her enemies. Her swordsmanship became even more piercing, each swing carrying an endless chill. The man in black, bound by the ice and snow, slowed his movements and gradually lost the strength to resist.

As the man in black fell to the ground, the battle finally came to an end.

The four people gathered around the man in black, and the air was filled with a mixture of tension and fatigue.

Ye Shuyao searched his body quickly and skillfully, quickly removing the storage ring and storage bag. She gently picked up the octagonal glass tripod, tossing it in her hand as if to confirm its authenticity and weight, and then stored it in the space.

The three of them smiled as they witnessed all this. They knew that this was Ye Shuyao's trophy, so naturally they had no objection.

Ye Shuyao handed the remaining storage rings and storage bags to Li Yuru, and said with a smile: "Yuru, please divide the others. I only want this octagonal glazed tripod." Her words were full of firmness and determination, as if she had already made her own plans.

After saying that, Ye Shuyao took Li Yuru's hand and prepared to go home. The two of them walked away in the night, leaving Yang Tao and Xiang Yan stunned.

Xiang Yan was slightly taken aback, clearly surprised by Ye Shuyao's generosity. He looked around. They had already plundered the battlefield thoroughly, with a dazzling array of various techniques, elixirs, and spirit stones. The harvest was quite rich. However, Ye Shuyao had only chosen the octagonal glazed tripod, which was beyond his expectations.

Li Yuru took the storage ring and storage bag from Ye Shuyao, a determined look on her face. "Yaoyao, this won't do. This is our common spoils of war, and we should divide it equally. How can we three just take it?"

Xiang Yan also nodded in agreement: "Junior sister is right, Miss Ye, this distribution is not fair to you."

Yang Tao also interjected, "Yeah, Shuyao, how can we feel comfortable with you doing this?"

Ye Shuyao turned back as she walked, a warm smile on her face. "Don't worry, I have my own plans. Those techniques aren't very useful to a sword cultivator like me. And Yang Tao is a knife cultivator, so he won't need them. Yu Ru, you can provide them to the disciples in your family, right? These techniques are more valuable to you. Also, those elixirs aren't of much use to me, so don't feel like I'm being unfair."

She paused and continued, "We are good friends and sisters who grew up together. Why bother with these things? If you really feel it's inappropriate, then give me some spirit stones. After all, I also need some resources for cultivation."

When Xiang Yan heard this, his heart warmed, and he said no more: "Then we would like to thank Miss Ye."

Li Yuru's face was filled with surprise. She looked at the storage bag in her hand, her eyes sparkling: "Speaking of spirit stones, these people are really rich. I just used my spiritual sense to scan all the storage bags, and the total number of spirit stones in them..." She deliberately paused, then raised seven fingers, with a mischievous smile on her face.

Ye Shuyao was slightly stunned, then guessed, "Seventy thousand high-grade spirit stones?"

Li Yuru shook her head, a smile on her lips: "No, you're guessing too much."

Ye Shuyao's eyes widened in surprise, "Could it be... 700,000 high-grade spirit stones?"

Li Yuru laughed heartily and proudly announced the answer: "Two million high-grade spirit stones, and five million low-grade spirit stones!"

Ye Shuyao couldn't help but swallow when she heard this number. These spirit stones came so easily. She sighed, "No wonder those casual cultivators like to rob people."

Author: I changed two paragraphs. I was confused and had a headache at that time. I hope everyone likes the plot of this novel.