Yaoguang Fairy Path

Ye Shuyao behind the screen said, "~, you were pretending to be asleep, ha, ha, I was just joking with you, don't take it seriously.

Long Wuji smiled evilly, "Well, then why don't I just play with you reluctantly?"

"Then I won't be polite!" Immediately afterwards, Ye Shuyao's second incarnation appeared like a ghost, and countless ice cones appeared in her palms, flashing with cold light, like sharp daggers, and attacked towards the back of Long Wuji's head.

Long Wu Ji remained calm. He slightly turned sideways, and gentle spiritual power surged through his fingertips again, easily blocking the ice cones one by one.

With the crisp sound of "ding ding dang dang", the ice cones fell to the ground and turned into water splashes, and the incarnation was also fixed in place, unable to move forward.

Long Wu Ji let out a soft chuckle from his throat, then turned over, facing the screen, and changed to a more comfortable position. He still supported his head with one hand, and felt a little excited in his heart. What was going on? The little girl's strength had improved a lot.

Shuyao was immediately like a cat that had been blown away. No, he was too arrogant. It would be great if she could be so arrogant someday. She could walk sideways, really. Sigh! The harm was not great, but the insult was extremely strong. Humph, my uncle could tolerate it, but my aunt couldn't.

In the darkness, Ming Jiu pricked up his ears, listening to the sounds coming from the Nether Palace. He frowned and turned to look at Ming Yi, who was leisurely sitting beside him. There was a hint of nervousness in his voice, "Ming Yi, do we really not need to go in and help? What if the master blames us..."

Ming Yi held a piece of wild grass in his mouth, which swayed gently with the rhythm of his speech. He held the back of his head with one hand and lay comfortably on the thick tree trunk. He glanced at Ming Jiu and a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Go if you want to. If you disturb the master and get beaten, don't blame me for not reminding you."

Ming Yi's mind was already filled with all sorts of unsatisfying images. His aloof yet powerful master had brought a human female cultivator back to the underworld, and a stunningly beautiful one at that. This made him think of scenes from picture books: forced love, love-hate relationships, and grudges...

He muttered to himself, "Maybe the girl has woken up and is fighting her master desperately. Going in at this time is like looking for shit with a lantern in the toilet. I'm not that stupid!"

Ye Shuyao, "God damn it, come in and I'll beat you to death."

Long Wuji, "Ming Yi has too much water in his head, I will give him some water."

Ming Jiu retracted his legs as he stretched them out. "If you don't go, then I won't go either. If we're going to be beaten, we'll be beaten together." After saying that, he lay down and didn't move.

On the other side, in the wing room on the fifteenth floor of the prosperous Yunyan Building, the interior decoration is extremely exquisite, and every detail reveals luxury and elegance.

Outside the wing room, a middle-aged woman dressed in fancy clothes stood with her head lowered and a respectful look on her face. She seemed to be breathing carefully for fear of disturbing the people in the inner room.

Behind the screen, a man sat leisurely, holding an exquisite folding fan, waving it gently. Every movement seemed to bring a cool breeze, which complemented his calm temperament.

The man spoke slowly, his voice deep and magnetic: "Has anything unusual happened recently?"

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged woman hurriedly said respectfully, "Reporting to the young master, some human cultivators have come to the underworld these days, but they are all ordinary people. However, there is a guest who came downstairs, which is a bit strange."

Hearing this, the man raised his eyebrows slightly, and a hint of inquiry flashed in his eyes: "Oh? How strange?" There was a hint of amusement in his tone.

The woman covered her red lips with a handkerchief, chuckled softly, and said slowly, "Young Master, you know that our place is usually deserted. People who come to our Yunyan Tower usually ask for a few stoves to accompany them, but it's not uncommon for them to ask for music or singing. However, this guest has been staying here for several days and has never asked for a girl from our building."

"Yesterday, Hongye did go into his room. I specifically arranged for her to go there. She stayed for quite a while, but what was surprising was that she was only allowed to play the pipa for several hours and nothing else. What's even stranger is that these past few days I've been feeling a vague sense of being watched, and it's making me feel uneasy."

Having said that, the woman's voice lowered a few degrees, and her eyes became a little alert.

This is talking about Luo Yunhan. He actually went out at night because he wanted to look for Ye Shuyao's whereabouts, but no one could find him.

After hearing this, the man's lips curled up in amusement, and the folding fan in his hand slowly stopped flapping. He chuckled and said, "Well! As long as it's not those annoying spies, it's fine. As for whether he lights the furnace or not, there's no need to worry too much. Lan Shang, you can have someone secretly keep an eye on him and see what his purpose is."

There was a cunning gleam in his eyes, as if a sly fox was planning something.

After a pause, he continued, "As for him using our Yunyan Tower as an inn, that's fine. The higher up the floor, the more expensive it is. The rooms downstairs are quite expensive, and if you don't make some money from the Dark Stones, you'd be a jerk. As long as he's wealthy enough, he can stay as long as he wants. We'll just have to count the money."

Lan Chang's eyes flashed with a sly glint when she heard this. She bowed slightly, her voice filled with charm and respect, "Young Master, you are right. I will arrange for someone to keep an eye on that guest and ensure that his every move is under our control."

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Meanwhile, Long Wuji tapped the couch lightly with his middle finger, his eyes flickering with amusement. However, after waiting for quite some time, he still didn't see the little girl make another move. Was she ready to give up?

Giving up was impossible. At this moment, Ye Shuyao was touching her chin, wondering how to make the best move. Then a gleam of light flashed in her eyes. She didn't know what she was thinking about. She smiled and quickly made a hand gesture to retract her incarnation.

Just as Long Wu Ji was yawning, Ye Shuyao attacked again. This time, the main body and the two incarnations attacked together, like three lightning bolts streaking across the sky, whistling towards him with a roar.

The first incarnation's spiritual power took shape, and an ice sword condensed in her hand. The sword was crystal clear and emitted a chilling cold air. The incarnation swung the sword, and the ice sword was like a silver dragon, whistling towards Long Wuji with a biting cold wind.

Long Wu Ji chuckled, "Little thing, you can't hurt me like this." His figure flashed like a ghost and disappeared from the spot in an instant. Suddenly, red mist rolled in the room, and there was a faint roar of a giant dragon in it. It was obvious that this trick had failed again.

Ye Shuyao turned her head and rolled her eyes speechlessly, "Tsk, you're just talking nonsense, right? I'm not so ignorant as to not have any self-awareness. When I can hurt you, I can walk sideways. Believe it or not, stop talking nonsense and keep watching.

Long Wuji raised his eyebrows. Did I upset her? Or should I just give her some slack?

Little did he know that if Ye Shuyao knew about this idea, she would spit in his face.

Immediately afterwards, the second incarnation was not willing to be outdone. He condensed dozens of ice balls the size of fists in his hands. A thick layer of ice condensed on the surface of the ice balls. The incarnation threw them hard, and the ice balls cut through the air like meteors, with a whistling sound, and went straight to Long Wuji's head, but were shattered by the dragon and destroyed again.

Ye Shuyao had a little understanding of her own strength. After all, the gap in their ranks was too great. In front of strong men like her master and Long Wuji, she was just a weakling. If they really fought, she would not be able to survive a single move.

There is a picture of Yaoyao in this chapter, but my level is not high enough to include the illustration, so I can only put it in the picture and text with words. My dears, you can go and see it at the end of the chapter.

In the previous chapter, I posted a picture of Long Wuji

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