Yaoguang Fairy Path

In the Murong family, in the Qiongcang Pavilion, a cold air filled the air, creating a depressing and solemn atmosphere.

Murong Hua's face was as gloomy as ink at this moment. He sat at the top, his eyes as sharp as torches, staring at the black-clad killer kneeling on the cold stone steps.

The assassin in black lowered his head, his voice trembling as he recounted the failure of the mission. His voice echoed in the empty pavilion, and every word was like a sharp blade, piercing Murong Hua's tense nerves.

After listening to the killer's statement, Murong Hua suddenly stood up, his hair standing on end with anger, and his face twisted like a devil crawling out of hell.

He shouted sternly, "Useless! What's the point of my Murong family keeping a bunch of useless people like you? With so many people, you can't even deal with four juniors!"

Before he finished speaking, he waved his hand and a golden spiritual power surged out like a torrent, bringing with it a fierce gust of wind, instantly tightly restraining the killer's neck.

The killer struggled to cry out, but his throat was already tightly locked by the terrifying spiritual power, and he could only utter faint whimpers. After a moment, the killer's struggles gradually weakened, and he finally stopped breathing completely.

His eyes were wide open, as if he was accusing this unfair fate. Murong Hua glanced coldly at the corpse on the ground, as if he was looking at an insignificant object.

He muttered to himself sinisterly, "Oh! Youngster, do you think you can escape my pursuit so easily? I want to see how many times you can hide..."

His voice was low and eerie, as if it came from the underworld, making people shudder.

In the inner courtyard of Yuexi Pavilion deep in the Li Mansion, Ye Shuyao and Li Yuru's rooms are adjacent to each other, complementing each other's styles.

As soon as you step into the room, you will be greeted by a gentle and elegant atmosphere.

On the door lintel, the gauze sways gently like mist, floating gently in the breeze, as if whispering, adding a unique style to this quiet space.

On the window lattices, the exquisite floral and bird patterns are lifelike, as if they are a microcosm of nature.

The sunlight shines through these exquisite carvings and falls on the ground, forming mottled light and shadow, like a flowing painting, adding a bit of tranquility and warmth to the entire boudoir.

In the center of the room, a carved mahogany bed stood quietly, its curtains draped low, embroidered with exquisite patterns, like blooming flowers, exuding a graceful beauty.

Ye Shuyao sat upright on the bed, the octagonal glass tripod in her hand sparkling with alluring light in the sunlight.

A trace of spiritual energy passed through her fingertips, and a drop of crimson blood fell onto the glass tripod. Instantly, the tripod emitted a faint light, as if resonating with her blood.

Ye Shuyao's eyes suddenly flashed with a gleam, as if she had thought of something important.

In the Xuanshuang space, a thatched hut stood quietly, emitting a faint chill.

Inside the thatched hut, Bingbing was chewing a red flame fruit with relish, her rosy little face full of satisfaction.

Ye Shuyao sat on the bed, her consciousness passing through the treasures in the space one by one like flowing water.

Suddenly, her eyes fixed on a pitch-black stone. The stone looked ordinary, but it reminded her of the time when she got it from a casual cultivator.

Ye Shuyao gently picked up the stone and looked at it carefully. Her brows knitted together, and she felt a little puzzled. "Isn't this the same stone from before? It doesn't look special."

However, when she was about to put the stone down, she suddenly felt a faint breath emanating from it. She was moved and looked at it carefully again.

Although the stone looked ordinary, it seemed to contain some mysterious power inside. She shook her head, put the stone aside, and decided not to delve into it for the time being.

Then, Ye Shuyao's spiritual sense swept across a shimmering jade pendant. The light on the jade pendant was so dazzling that she couldn't help but exclaimed, "I almost missed it! Master said that this jade pendant could withstand three attacks from a master in the Spiritual Transformation Realm."

A hint of joy flashed in her eyes, and she carefully hung the jade pendant around her waist.

Looking further, she found a Huiyuan Pill with clear and complex golden patterns.

This was a gift from her Second Uncle-Master. She hadn't paid much attention to it at first, but now, after a closer look, she realized it was actually an eighth-grade elixir! She secretly felt lucky, not expecting that she had been so ignorant of its value.

Ye Shuyao put the Huiyuan Dan in a box and stored it again.

Then, she saw a small flying sword. She used her spiritual power to control the flying sword to form various shapes in the air, a look of surprise on her face: "I didn't expect Third Master to have such a unique aesthetic. However, this flying sword is ranked as a high-level spiritual weapon, so I'd better put it away for now."

Thinking that she already had magical weapons like Bingpo in her hands, Ye Shuyao smiled slightly and decided to leave these magical weapons for her clone to use.

Afterwards, Ye Shuyao's hand gently slid across an ancient book in the space. It was the formation book given to her by her fifth uncle.

She carefully opened the cover, and on the first page, four large characters "Array of Immortality" were written on the paper, with the brush strokes flowing like dragons and snakes, and majestic and powerful.

Ye Shuyao was deeply shocked by these words, and an indescribable excitement surged in her heart.

I thought to myself, "Fifth Uncle, could it be that he has passed on all his life's knowledge of formation techniques to me?"

However, when Ye Shuyao turned to the next page with awe, she found that it was blank.

This sudden turn of events filled her with doubts. Fifth Uncle was a serious man. Although he didn't talk much, he was always rigorous in his actions and would never deceive a junior like her.

Ye Shuyao took a deep breath, tried to calm herself down, and thought about the mystery.

At this time, Bingbing tilted her fluffy little head, blinked her bright eyes, and said in a childish voice, "Master, why don't you try inserting the spiritual consciousness imprint? I heard from Sister Caiyun that some skills require the spiritual consciousness of the user on the imprint to manifest the content."

When Ye Shuyao heard this, her eyes lit up. She looked at Bingbing gratefully, as if she saw hope.

She gently picked up Bingbing, kissed its furry head hard, and said with a smile, "Yeah, why didn't I think of that? Bingbing, you are so smart!"

Bingbing was caught off guard by the kiss and her face flushed instantly, as if her whole body was surrounded by a warm current.

Its little heart was pounding wildly, and its ice-blue feathers turned pink in an instant, with faint lightning flashing uncontrollably on them.

It shyly struggled to escape from Ye Shuyao's hands, and flew out of the house while crying and shouting: "Ahhh, Sister Caiyun, this phoenix is not clean anymore. This phoenix was molested by Yaoyao..."

Ye Shuyao looked at Bingbing's fleeing back and couldn't help laughing. She shook her head helplessly, and then carefully imprinted her spiritual consciousness on the formation book.

In an instant, the whole book burst into dazzling golden light, as if a little sun bloomed in the room.

Immediately afterwards, the book turned into a ball of golden light and jumped into her sea of consciousness. Ye Shuyao's body trembled slightly and her eyes slowly closed.

Deep in her consciousness, the first part of the formation turned into flowing golden words, and each word was full of mystery and depth.

"Liang Yi Formation", these three words hit her heart like a heavy hammer.

Ye Shuyao seemed to see the power of this formation, its powerful ability to trap the enemy, the rumble of thunder, the surge of natural power. At the same time, the confusion and interference effect of the formation made the enemy feel like they were trapped in a quagmire, unable to extricate themselves.

Ye Shuyao's consciousness began to immerse herself in a strange space, and her body began to be expelled from this space.

At this moment, Ye Shuyao, who was sitting cross-legged on the carved mahogany bed in the outside world, did not know all this. Her whole mind was immersed in sensing yin and yang. She closed her eyes, breathed deeply, and felt the yin and yang between heaven and earth.

She began to condense the Yin and Yang Qi in her body. Every breath seemed to be a dialogue with the heaven and earth, and every heartbeat seemed to resonate with the universe. She adjusted her breathing and guided the Yin and Yang Qi to flow in her body according to the mental method. The Yin and Yang Qi were like two giant dragons, shuttling through her meridians, gradually condensing into a powerful force.