Yaoguang Fairy Path

Bingbing flapped her wings, moved closer to the fire, and sniffed: "Wow, it smells so good! Master, I didn't expect your barbecue skills to be so good."

Ye Shuyao smiled and nodded: "Of course, I am a food blogger, but I haven't cooked for a long time, so I don't know how it tastes." As she said, she handed a piece of roasted snake meat to Bingbing.

Bingbing excitedly took the snake meat and couldn't wait to take a bite. A satisfied expression appeared on her face: "It's so delicious! Master, you are amazing!"

A man and a bird sat around the fire, enjoying a delicious dinner. The firelight illuminated Ye Shuyao's face, and the night was filled with warmth and harmony.

Bingbing's belly was swollen like a small drum. It rubbed the ground contentedly, its eyes narrowed into two crescents, and an innocent smile spread across its face: "It's delicious, Master. I want more."

Ye Shuyao looked at Bingbing tenderly, the firewood in her hand crackling on the fire. She was about to roast another piece of snake meat for the little guy.

However, at this moment, the originally peaceful Monster Forest suddenly became extremely solemn. The air seemed to solidify and was so heavy that it made people unable to breathe.

A sinister murderous aura quietly permeated the surroundings, as if countless pairs of eyes were watching them in secret.

Ye Shuyao frowned slightly, but she quickly regained her composure. A wanton smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and a calm light flashed in her eyes, as if she had already expected this moment to come. She gently patted Bingbing's head beside her, signaling it to calm down.

"It seems that our dinner will be disturbed by these uninvited guests." Ye Shuyao said in a low voice. Although her voice was soft, her tone revealed an unquestionable firmness.

Bingbing sensed the sudden abnormality and quickly landed on Ye Shuyao's shoulder, looking around vigilantly. The man and the bird sat quietly by the fire, as if blending into the surrounding darkness.

Ye Shuyao's hand gently fell on Bingbing's body, and her fingers gently slid across Bingbing's soft feathers, as if playing a silent melody.

She lowered her head slightly, leaned close to Bingbing's ear, and whispered softly, "Bingbing, don't take action until it's absolutely necessary."

Bingbing raised her head, her deep eyes flashing with concern and worry for her master. She nodded slightly and said in a baby voice, "Master, I understand. But you must be careful."

The next moment, more than twenty masked monks walked out from the depths of the dim woods.

The leading male cultivator was tall and had a stern temperament. He stared at Ye Shuyao with a sinister look in his eyes, his voice filled with sarcasm: "Heh, little girl, you've been hiding for so long, I thought you were going to continue hiding. You are beautiful and talented, but if that's the case, I can't keep you here."

As soon as the male cultivator finished speaking, he gently raised his left hand and moved his fingers slightly. A group of cultivators behind him quickly took action, and the long swords in their hands instantly exuded a sharp spiritual power and a strong murderous aura.

Ye Shuyao's heart sank, thinking to herself that these people were indeed well prepared, and she couldn't even sense the depth of the leading male cultivator's cultivation among them. This made her realize that the other party's cultivation might be higher than hers, but she, Ye Shuyao, was not a pushover.

She stood up, and the Ice Soul Sword in her hand emitted a dazzling cold light and lightning power.

As Ye Shuyao moved, ice crystals began to condense under her feet, gradually forming a field of ice and snow. This field quickly spread out in all directions with her as the center, suppressing the murderous aura of those cultivators.

"Hmph, let's fight. I want to see if you can have the last laugh today." Ye Shuyao said coldly, her voice full of chillness.

As Ye Shuyao finished speaking, the ice and snow field became stronger and stronger, as if the entire monster forest was under her control. The cultivator on the opposite side felt the temperature around him drop sharply, and the originally sharp sword energy seemed weak and powerless under the erosion of ice and snow.

Ye Shuyao moved and performed the Youfeng Step. Her figure shuttled quickly in the air like a ghost.

Every movement was accompanied by a gust of cold wind, making the surrounding cultivators feel chilled. The Ice Soul Sword in his hand was even more powerful, and every swing was accompanied by lightning and thunder, as if it was going to tear the entire space apart.

"Thunder Release: Chidori!" Ye Shuyao shouted softly, and a silver lightning burst out from the long sword, heading straight for the male cultivator in the lead. The lightning was incredibly fast, carrying a strong force of lightning, and instantly penetrated the defense in front of the male cultivator.

However, the leading male cultivator was no ordinary person. He dodged the attack quickly with a flash of his body. Seeing this, the cultivators behind him launched attacks one after another, trying to trap Ye Shuyao in the formation.

Ye Shuyao sneered, and her figure flashed again. She coordinated the Wind Walk and Lightning Release: Chidori perfectly, constantly moving through the crowd, and each attack was precise and deadly.

However, these masked monks were not completely powerless. Although their attacks were weakened a lot by the ice and snow field, they still caused Ye Shuyao considerable trouble.

In the fierce battle, Ye Shuyao's movements gradually became strenuous. Every dodge and attack was accompanied by a slight gasp, and a hint of determination flashed quickly in her eyes.

Ye Shuyao clearly felt that although the Youfengbu made her feel at ease on the battlefield, and the Lightning Release: Chidori destroyed the enemy like a thunderbolt, every time she used it, her spiritual power and physical strength were ruthlessly consumed.