Yaoguang Fairy Path

Seeing that Ye Shuyao hadn't caught up, Long Wuji paused. Turning around, he saw her, Ming Yi, and Ming Jiu lagging far behind, still chatting and laughing. His expression instantly turned gloomy, a hint of displeasure flashing across his deep eyes. He glanced at Ming Yi and Ming Jiu and sneered, "You two have a lot of free time?"

Seeing his master's gloomy expression, Ming Yi's face was full of innocence, and he felt bitter in his heart: "How did I offend the master?"

Seeing this, Ming Jiu's heart was also alarmed. He always felt that his master had a changeable temperament and was afraid that the next moment his master would tell them to be punished. So, he quickly pulled Ming Yi up, and the two of them quickly took a few steps back, deliberately keeping a distance from Ye Shuyao, for fear that they and Ming Yi would fall into the master's cold gaze again and again.

"No, no, no, master, we are not idle at all today." Ming Jiu hurriedly explained, fearing that if he spoke slowly, he would make his master unhappy.

Ming Yi nodded repeatedly, secretly thanking Ming Jiu for his quick reaction, and silently gave Xiao Jiu a thumbs up.

Ye Shuyao felt a black line on her forehead and became nervous. She didn't want to pay any more attention to the three people and walked forward by herself, walking past Long Wuji.

He was angry again. Long Wu Ji was silent for a moment, lowered his eyelids, but his gaze involuntarily followed the figure pacing in front of him with his head down. There was a hint of reluctance in his eyes. Some of the originally vague thoughts seemed to become clear suddenly at this moment.

Maybe it's fine to just watch her from afar, but I still need to find a legitimate way to do it in the future.

Just as Ye Shuyao walked along the black stone path and turned a corner, a clear and pleasant sound came from the entrance, breaking the tranquility around her.

A graceful woman approached, dressed in a red exotic costume. She was extremely charming, with a pair of affectionate eyes that seemed to be able to captivate people. The delicate bells on her ankles swayed gently with her light steps, making a pleasant sound. Ye Shuyao thought to herself that the saying "every step, a sound" was true.

It made people unable to help but smack their lips and exclaim "so beautiful". Just when Ye Shuyao was stunned, the woman and several maids behind her stopped in front of her.

The woman frowned in displeasure. Why would a human cultivator appear in the Netherworld? But she quickly collected her thoughts, put on a perfectly composed smile, and asked, "Who is this girl?"

Ye Shuyao opened her mouth but before she could say anything, a girl in green appeared from behind the woman opposite. Her hair was tied in a snake-like bun and she looked a bit arrogant and domineering. She glanced at Ye Shuyao with disdain, as if she were looking at an ant, and said to the woman in red beside her, "Sister Feiyan, why are you being polite to her? I don't know where this slut came from to dare to show up here!"

After saying that, she stretched out her slender finger and pointed at Ye Shuyao's nose, her tone becoming even more sarcastic: "Do you know what this place is? Netherworld Palace! Humph, do you think this is a place where any Tom, Dick or Harry can come casually?" Her voice was sharp and piercing.

Feiyan groaned in her heart. Qingruo, this fool, was being stupid again. They were just concubines sent by their families to curry favor with the Emperor. They couldn't even be considered as the Emperor's concubines, not to mention that they had never even seen the Emperor. In this situation, she just wanted to be invisible. This girl might be someone close to the Emperor, otherwise how could she appear in the Netherworld Palace?

Thinking of the rumors about the Hades, Feiyan couldn't help but feel a little scared. She just hoped that Qingruo's stupidity would not implicate herself. She gently pulled Qingruo's sleeve, but Qingruo had no intention of paying any attention to her at all.

Feiyan sighed helplessly, feeling a bit regretful. If she had known earlier, she shouldn't have gone out with Qingruo, this brainless guy.

Ye Shuyao crossed her arms, her face gloomy enough to drip water. She scoffed, her voice as cold as ice, tinged with disdain and mockery: "Where did you come from? You'd better put away your restless claws. I have a bad temper and I hate it most when someone points a finger at my nose. If you do that again, I won't care whose daughter you are."

At the corner, Long Wuji listened to the voice that sounded like a little wild cat with its fur standing on end, and a beautiful curve appeared at the corner of his mouth.

When Feiyan saw this, she suddenly had an ominous premonition in her heart. The human female cultivator in front of her was definitely not a good person. She might even make the Emperor angry. Thinking of this, Feiyan hurriedly took her maid and left. The other two maids who followed Qingruo looked at each other and did not dare to stay here. Good words could not persuade the damned ghost. She and Qingruo had not a very deep friendship, so there was no need to bring cause and effect to herself for her.

Qing Ruo's face was distorted by anger, her eyes were wide open as if about to spit out fire, and her voice became sharp with jealousy: "You, you deserve to die! How dare you scold me, I will kill you!" Before she finished speaking, the dark power in her body surged like a raging tide in the dark night. A green sword condensed in her hand in an instant, the sword body flashed with a cold light, and with a sinister murderous intent, it stabbed towards Ye Shuyao.

Long Wuji, this slutty fox, doesn't even care about the people in his own yard. Bah, and there's also this idiot named Qing Ruo. If a tiger doesn't show its power, he will really think that Ye Shuyao is a soft persimmon that can be bullied by anyone!

She moved her fingers slightly and snapped them in the air. A cold light flashed and the Bingpo Sword appeared out of thin air. The sword edge was sharp, and with a whistling gale, the sword energy leaped like a dragon and went straight to Qingruo. Qingruo was no match for Ye Shuyao. She felt a powerful spiritual power suddenly attacking her. She felt as if she was hit hard, spitting blood, hitting the stone wall and then sliding down, collapsing powerlessly on the ground.

The tip of the sword was against Qingruo's throat, flashing with cold light, as if it could take her life at any time.

Qing Ruo was terrified at this moment. She said in a trembling voice, "You...what do you want? I'm telling you, my father is the Lord of the Soul Realm. If you dare to touch me, my father and the Emperor will never let you go!"

Hearing Qing Ruo's words, Ye Shuyao curled up the corners of her mouth in a sneer, with sarcasm and disdain in her smile. She deliberately dragged out the tone and said in an exaggerated tone: "Oh, I'm so scared!" After that, she turned her head lightly and raised her eyes slightly, just meeting the pair of smiling eyes of Long Wuji who peeked out from the darkness. Ye Shuyao snorted coldly from her throat!

The most annoying thing is this kind of people who love to stir up trouble even though they can't defeat anyone. Ye Shuyao couldn't help but laugh. If that guy cared about them, he wouldn't let this person called Qing Ruo get hurt by him. Then he cursed in a low voice: "You son of a bitch, you slutty fox, you dare to hide behind and watch the show, then don't blame me for being ruthless."

Qing Ruo thought that the other party was threatened by her, and a smug look appeared on her face. Then she said to Ye Shuyao in a commanding tone: "You, this lady orders you to cut off one of your arms now, immediately, otherwise..." A fierce look flashed in her eyes, "Damn bitch, I will make you wish you were dead when I get back."

A wicked smile flashed across Ye Shuyao's face, like a ghost in the dark night, full of danger and cruelty, and she spat out two words coldly: "Idiot." As the words fell, the Bingpo Sword in her hand flashed like lightning, accompanied by the woman's sharp screams. Several fingers drew a strange arc in the air and disappeared. In an instant, blood was dripping, and Qingruo's face turned pale. She covered her palm, and the pain made her almost faint.

Ye Shuyao just glanced at her expressionlessly, as if all this had nothing to do with her.

"It's still that little wild cat covered with thorns," Long Wuji covered his mouth and coughed lightly, then slowly walked out from the corner. There was a calmness and elegance in his steps. He glanced at Qing Ruo on the ground indifferently, as if he was looking at a disgusting and dirty thing.

Seeing this, Qing Ruo seemed to have grasped the last straw and crawled towards Long Wuji, her voice weak and pitiful, "You are the Emperor, right? My hand hurts so much, can you help me kill her?"

Long Wu Ji looked at her hand with disgust as it was about to touch the hem of his clothes. His voice was cold and emotionless: "Little girl, why do you need to hold back against such a person who doesn't know how to live or die?" After that, he gently clenched his palm, and a terrifying pressure instantly spread out in the red mist.

Qing Ruo didn't even have time to make a sound before he turned into a bloody mist and dissipated into the air under this blow.

Ye Shuyao looked at his ruthless attack and was confused. "No, isn't she yours? I only spared her life for your sake."

Hearing this, Long Wuji smiled helplessly and said, "Little girl, you are wronging me. They are not my people."

Ye Shuyao muttered in a speechless voice, "They are his concubines, and they say they are not his people? Isn't this just trying to cover up the truth?" Then she turned around and left. She still wanted to go out and play.