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For some reason, Yun Yao felt something and subconsciously looked in one direction...

However, she didn't see anyone special.

The crowds still gathered and dispersed, creating a lively and noisy atmosphere.

"I wonder when it will snow..." The sentence suddenly popped into her mind.

Gu Yichen listened to her soft murmur, "It's not even winter yet, why are you already thinking about snow?"

Feng Moran frowned slightly, "It would be best to improve your cultivation level before it snows, otherwise your Foundation Establishment stage cultivation level will not be able to keep you warm."

Yun Yao nodded casually, "Mm..."

-

At night, inside the room.

Yun Yao fell asleep exceptionally quickly, as if something was urging her to sleep sooner...

After she fell asleep.

Ling Ye emerged from the shadows, his slender fingers touching her cheek, slowly moving downwards... then gently lifting her chin, causing her to raise her face.

He lowered his head to kiss her, but stopped just a hair's breadth from her red lips, the shadow he cast imprisoning her within, her breathing becoming heavy.

His eyes reddened, and he felt inexplicably aggrieved. "I really want to hang a pendant on you and have my name engraved on it."

He took off his coat, lay down on the bed, and hugged her from behind.

His slightly cool lips pressed against her neck, his warm breath brushing against her skin, like a kiss that was both ambiguous and restrained.

the next day.

Yun Yao walked out of the room and took the opportunity to place the Demon Realm summoning token in Pei Liyun's room.

After that, he went to the sect to report Pei Liyun for colluding with the demon realm.

Pei Liyun didn't expect that she had deliberately placed that thing in Yun Yao's room before, and before she could explain to her master that Yun Yao was colluding with the Demon Realm, Yun Yao reported her first.

It's infuriating! If it weren't for the fact that her master hasn't seen her lately, and if it weren't for the fact that she wanted her master to punish Yun Yao personally, she would have reported Yun Yao long ago!

However, no matter what, her reputation is still better than Yun Yao's.

As long as she insists that the thing isn't hers, it's uncertain who Master will believe.

Within the main hall.

It was the same old man with the white beard.

However, this time his temper was clearly more than ten times greater than last time.

"Disciples of the immortal sect are colluding with the demon realm!"

According to the clan rules, abolish cultivation and expel him from the Imperial Spirit Sect!

Upon hearing this, Pei Liyun immediately knelt down in fright.

"Senior Uncle, Yun Yao framed me. Apart from that Demon Realm summoning token, she has no other evidence to prove that I colluded with the Demon Realm!"

The white-bearded old man's eyes sharpened as he looked at Yun Yao. "How did you know she was colluding with the Demon Realm?"

"When I passed by her room, I heard her talking to a man. Later, I happened to see her hiding this demonic object in the wardrobe through the window."

"..." Pei Liyun had previously thought that Yun Yao was dull and easy to manipulate.

No matter how harsh her words were, Yun Yao didn't react at all.

I never expected you to be such a smooth liar!

You really underestimated her.

Feng Moran heard the voices coming from inside the main hall at the entrance, and was surprised that Yun Yao had actually framed Pei Liyun.

However, he let her do whatever she wanted.

But, at this very moment...

Mo Hansheng suddenly appeared in the main hall.

He pulled Yun Yao close, holding her tightly in his arms.

His thin lips curled slightly, revealing a playful smile.

"You've been staying in the Spirit Control Sect for too long, and you really want to stay? Don't forget, you're not one of them."

Ling Ye unleashed a sharp gust of wind from his longsword, forcing Mo Hansheng to release his grip on the person in his arms.

The latter sensed the familiar spiritual energy... and the demonic energy that Ling Ye could barely conceal, and sneered. "As expected of a self-proclaimed righteous cultivator."

Mo Hansheng raised his hand, which had been scratched and bled, and gestured for Yun Yao to follow him.

Yun Yao shook her head silently and took a step back.

Mo Hansheng's brows furrowed slightly, but a bitter feeling welled up inside him.

He thought he had just taken a fancy to a little trinket on a whim... but a sudden pang of pain flashed through his heart.

I used to hear people say things like "wanting something but not getting it".

Today I've finally tasted what it's all about.

Love is as unpredictable as wind and snow; a single touch can cause heartbreak...

A cold smile froze at the corner of his mouth. "Ling Ye, I hope that next time we meet, you will still be the renowned genius of the Yu Ling Sect, known for your sword, Floating Frost."

His fate will definitely not be any better than his.

-

Yun Yao was imprisoned in the sect's dungeon.

She sat down against the wall, pondering that all she needed to do next was complete the plot where her spiritual root was extracted by her master, and then she could leave.

only……

She originally thought she could just stay in the dungeon and wait for the final plot, but she didn't expect that someone had secretly let a lot of rats in.

It made her so afraid to sleep at night...

There was a special barrier inside the dungeon, which suppressed her spiritual power, preventing her from driving the rats away.

There's no food in this dungeon, and if she's not careful, these rats could eat her for a snack.

Sometimes, if she's not careful, a rat can bite a hole in her hand or leg... It hurts terribly.

She complained to the gatekeepers, but no one paid any attention to her...

My days were spent in a daze.

until one day.

She suddenly heard a sharp shout from outside the door, followed by the sound of the lock being quickly unlocked.

"Yun Yao, wake up!"

Yun Yao wanted to open her eyes to look at him, but the light coming through the small window stung her, so she could only squint and vaguely make out the face of the person in front of her.

"Ling Ye!"

She didn't cry when she slept on a dirty haystack, she didn't cry when she was bitten by rats, and she didn't cry even when the rat bites made her wounds itchy and painful, and she scratched them until they bled.

But when she saw Ling Ye, her nose started to sting.

She threw herself into his arms, hugged him tightly, and said in a tearful voice, "They are not nice to me at all."

Ling Ye tenderly rubbed the back of her head and pulled her into his arms. "I'll take you away."

Yun Yao cleared her mind for a moment... and stepped away from the embrace of the person in front of her.

Her voice was choked with sobs, and her tone was even more distant, "Master... I'm sorry, I mistook you for someone else."

Ling Ye's body stiffened slightly, and the hand that had been holding her remained in mid-air, not yet withdrawn... A surge of blood suddenly welled up in his throat.

He abruptly formed a hand seal, suppressing the surging demonic energy within his body...

But the next second, his eyes turned red instantly, alluring and tempting, and his demonic energy surged wildly, sharp and cold.

He leaned closer, cupped her cheeks, and kissed her in the dim light of the corner.

The kiss was anything but gentle; the taste of blood was mixed with unrestrained desire.

His voice was hoarse, filled with unspeakable pain, "Give me your spiritual root, and I'll let you go, how about it?"

Yun Yao wiped the blood off her lips and looked at him. "Okay."

Ling Ye clenched his fist so hard that he dug his palm into it until it bled, his eyes filled with extreme grief.

"The Ling Ye of twenty years ago wouldn't have hurt you, but you think I would, right?"

When he was controlled by demonic energy, a thought really flashed through his mind—to dig out her spiritual root, trap her in a small space, and make her never leave him.

But... he would never do that.

Because he loves her.

Even if it meant self-destruction, he would never do anything to hurt her.

Ling Ye took a step back and fell to the ground, his sharp profile stained with blood, a few strands of hair hanging down his forehead, looking utterly defeated and dejected.

Yun Yao was slow to realize...

She broke his heart.