Yaoguang Fairy Path

He sneered and said, "What are you afraid of? He's just the son of a maid with low spiritual power. My father has never looked down on him and never cared about him. So what if he dies?" After that, he swaggered out of the courtyard with a group of people.

The young man on the ground slowly opened his eyes, his eyes filled with coldness and murderous intent.

He clenched his fists, his knuckles making crackling sounds, and he whispered to himself, "Don't you like it? Perhaps my arrival is a shame for that person." A strange smile appeared on his face, as if some plan was quietly forming in his mind.

"Then I will destroy everything he cares about!" The young man said gritting his teeth. Although his voice was low, it revealed a kind of heart-pounding madness.

Ye Shuyao stood aside, watching the young man struggle out of despair, and couldn't help feeling sad in her heart. She understood that this young man had been completely abandoned by this world, and his heart was filled with hatred and madness.

At that moment, the young man slowly stood up and stumbled into the room. He sat cross-legged on the bed and began to channel his spiritual energy. A thick red mist enveloped him.

She murmured to herself, "Is he... practicing some secret technique?" Her heart was filled with doubts and curiosity, but also with worry about the boy's future.

Wrapped in the thick red fog, the boy's aura began to undergo earth-shaking changes. The originally weak and chaotic spiritual power fluctuations now began to gradually become pure and powerful.

His face was as pale as a piece of paper, and the veins on his forehead were bulging, as if he was in great pain. However, his eyes were unusually firm, as if an indomitable force was supporting him.

As time passed, the thick red fog gradually dissipated, revealing the boy's completely different figure. His aura had undergone a drastic change, and his once frail body now seemed to contain endless power.

The young man slowly opened his eyes, with a sharp light flashing in them. He felt the surging spiritual power in his body, and a smug smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Finally succeeded!" he whispered to himself, his voice full of excitement and anticipation.

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Five years passed in a flash, and only an hour passed outside the illusion. However, the city lord's mansion was filled with laughter and excitement.

Red ribbons were hung in every corner, symbolizing joy and auspiciousness. In the lobby, a newlywed couple faced the crowd, preparing to perform the ceremony of husband and wife bowing to each other.

The crowd was filled with congratulations and joy. However, at this moment, a figure in black suddenly appeared in front of everyone.

A red mist surrounded him, and his blood-red eyes flashed with strange light in the darkness. His appearance immediately broke the original festive atmosphere.

Ye Shuyao stood not far away, feeling uneasy. She had accompanied Long Wuji in the illusion for five whole years. She had witnessed with her own eyes how he cruelly refined people's souls into demon puppets, and also witnessed the moment when his secret technique was perfected. She always had a premonition that this person seemed to be able to sense her presence.

The people in the lobby also began to talk. They didn't understand who this man in black who suddenly appeared was, nor did they know why he showed up on such a festive day. His aura was strange and powerful, which made people feel terrified and afraid.