Yaoguang Fairy Path

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" A series of crisp collision sounds rang out instantly, and the octagonal tripod accurately hit the back of the head of each guarding disciple.

This sudden change plunged the courtyard into a dead silence. The laughter of several people stopped abruptly, replaced by astonishment and chaos.

Ye Shuyao's figure flashed, and she jumped down from the tree like a ghost, landing lightly in the yard. She tied up the unconscious people, blocked their mouths with her spiritual power, and then quietly rushed to the depths of the yard. Her movements were agile and fast, as if she had merged into one with the night.

As expected of one of the four major families, after the restriction was lifted, the treasure pavilion was brightly lit. There were elixirs, spiritual fruits, rare medicinal materials, magic tools, spiritual tools, and everything else. With the suction of the octagonal tripod, all the items from the first to the fifth floor of the entire warehouse were put into the tripod. There was bound to be a rage tonight, and all this was done silently.

Master, can I eat these low-level magic weapons and spiritual weapons? Xuanli wiped the non-existent saliva.

Eat it, it’s all yours, but you can only eat the magic weapons, the rest have to be left for me, Ye Shuyao answered as she walked.

Master, where are we going next?

Where are you going? Now that you're here, how can you not ask for some interest? Let's go find that crazy woman Murong Xue, Ye Shuyao said as she left the yard in a flash.

Who is there? The disciple patrolling outside the courtyard felt a fleeting and weak fluctuation of spiritual power. He glanced around and saw nothing unusual, so he continued patrolling.

Ye Shuyao, who was sitting on the crooked tree, let out a breath slowly. It was a close call. She was almost exposed.

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In the gap where the soft moonlight barely penetrated, Ye Shuyao's figure seemed to be gently embraced by the night, as light as a phantom in the night wind, silently shuttling through the room where dimness and darkness were intertwined.

Murong Xue felt the subtle fluctuations in the air and just opened her eyes, she saw Ye Shuyao gently raise her hand, and her fingertips seemed to contain some kind of magic, and fell accurately on the side of Murong Xue's neck.

The knife strike was fast and accurate, like a fallen leaf brushing gently in the wind. Murong Xue's eyes went dark and she fell into a deep sleep, unable to even utter a scream.

Ye Shuyao curled her lips and smiled, then tied up Murong Xue and threw her into the Xuanshuang space.

Mission accomplished. As for that damn elder, if he dares to provoke her again, next time it won't be as simple as just emptying the treasures. Revenge is Ye Shuyao's principle.

Just as Ye Shuyao was about to leave, a deep and majestic voice suddenly echoed from the sky above Murong Mansion. It was like thunder rumbling through the sky, and like the long toll of an ancient bell, distant and profound. This voice carried a certain unquestionable majesty, but also a hint of playfulness and curiosity.

"Since you are here, why are you in such a hurry to leave? Leave your things behind and go, otherwise..." The voice deliberately dragged out the ending tone, as if giving Ye Shuyao a chance to think about it.

The voice rang out, causing a huge uproar. It was the voice of the head of the family. Quick, be alert, someone must have broken into the house. The disciples rushed out one after another.

Upon hearing this, Ye Shuyao raised her eyebrows slightly, a playful smile playing on her lips. She turned her head to look at the source of the voice, a playful glint in her eyes, as if to say, "Oh? What else? I want to see what you can do to me!"

Humph! Goodbye! There's no reason to return something that's in my hands.

Ye Shuyao knew when to stop and didn't want to continue to entangle with the Murong family. She summoned the demon puppet, jumped lightly, and lay steadily on the demon puppet's broad back. With a whisper, the demon puppet took her across the sky like an arrow, leaving behind a series of gorgeous afterimages.

Murong Cheng's face changed suddenly when he saw this. He didn't expect that this seemingly weak woman would have such means. What made him even more annoyed was that the other party dared to ignore the existence of him, a powerful man at the peak of the Spirit Transformation Stage. He snorted coldly, and the spiritual power around him surged, turning into a stream of light, following Ye Shuyao, vowing to recover the "stolen" treasure.

An hour later, Ye Shuyao saw a middle-aged man chasing her relentlessly but not taking any action. She rolled her eyes and stopped with the demon puppet 500 meters away from the man.

She turned and smiled, her bright eyes gleaming with cunning and wisdom, as if she had already made up her mind. She spoke loudly to Murong Cheng, "Senior, aren't you tired of chasing me for so long? How about we both take a step back? These things can be considered as a small compensation for the Murong family's repeated attacks on me. As long as the people in your clan can restrain their behavior and stop causing trouble for me, I, Ye Shuyao, am definitely not the kind of person who cares about trivial matters. Naturally, I will not disturb the Murong family's peace again."

Murong Cheng was wearing a black robe, with his sleeves fluttering in the wind, like a flowing ink painting. He held a long sword tightly in his right hand, with the tip of the sword slightly lowered, revealing an aura of majesty without anger; his left hand was behind his back, appearing calm and unhurried.

He stood in the air, like a sculpture, staring quietly at Ye Shuyao in the distance. A complex expression flashed across his deep eyes. He never expected that the person he, a great Divine Incarnation cultivator, had been chasing for so long would be such a young girl.

Murong Cheng's voice was deep and magnetic, filled with surprise and confusion. "When has my Murong family ever attacked a junior like you? Tell me clearly!"

There was a hint of questioning in his words, but more of it was recognition and curiosity about Ye Shuyao's strength. He really couldn't understand why such a young and capable girl would have a grudge against his Murong family.

The man next to the little girl ran away at an extremely fast speed, disappearing from people's sight as quickly as a flash of lightning.

Even he had never seen such speed before! What surprised him even more was that he couldn't see through the man's strength at all. This made him feel a little doubtful and alert. This little girl's identity was not simple. I wonder what her origins were?

Upon hearing this, Ye Shuyao smiled faintly and gently patted the demon puppet beneath her, signaling it to calm down. Then she looked up at Murong Cheng, took out a bunch of tokens from her storage bag and threw them to him. "Senior, these tokens are your credentials. I hope you can restrain our clansmen. It's better to resolve a feud than to create one. I have no intention of becoming an enemy of the Murong family. If the Murong family's disciples send someone to kill me again in the future, don't blame me for being ruthless."

After saying that, she jumped lightly and jumped off the back of the demon puppet. Her figure was as light as a falling leaf. She walked slowly towards Murong Cheng, and every step seemed so calm and unhurried, as if she was not afraid at all that the other party would suddenly attack.

As Murong Cheng examined the tokens in his hand one by one, his expression gradually became solemn, as if a dark cloud was pressing down on him.

When his eyes fell on a particularly exquisite token, his face became as gloomy as ink, and his left hand unconsciously clenched into a fist, with a "crunching" sound between his knuckles, showing his inner anger and unwillingness.

Behind these tokens, there are many outstanding disciples in the family, and even a strong man in the Nascent Soul stage. The scale of the matter behind it makes him think of his younger brother in the family who is always restless and ambitious.

Besides him, who else could mobilize so many resources? Murong Cheng sighed in his heart, it was time to reorganize his brother's power, otherwise the Murong family might really be destroyed in his hands.