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Dai Yao felt like a discarded rag, her whole body aching and weak. The backlash from the demonic artifact was unbearable, and her internal organs felt like they had been turned into a pot of porridge. She hid in an abandoned alchemy room in the demonic palace, where the smell of mold and rotting herbs filled the air, making her head throb.

This alchemy room was extremely secluded; if she hadn't been wandering around aimlessly out of boredom, she would never have discovered this "feng shui treasure land." Outside, it was as noisy as a market, a cacophony of sounds that made one's scalp tingle. It was easy to guess that those "vultures" were sniffing around the world looking for her, probably all thinking about how to divide her "inheritance." Hmph, dream on! She, Dai Yao, wasn't going to die so easily.

The only advantage of the alchemy room was its seclusion. The walls were thick, there were no windows, only a dilapidated wooden door that teetered precariously. Dai Yao laboriously blocked the door with a few pebbles, silently praying that the broken door would hold up a little longer. The space was so cramped it was suffocating; she felt like she was trapped in a giant coffin, suffocating to the point of madness.

She tried to calm her breathing, her heart pounding in her chest as she listened to the approaching footsteps outside. "It's over, it's over, I'm really going to die this time..." Just as she was about to despair, a flash of white light appeared, and a familiar figure appeared in the alchemy room. Dai Yao's eyes lit up instantly, as if she had seen a savior.

"How did you find this place?" Dai Yao asked weakly, her voice barely audible. The mysterious figure didn't speak, only smiled slightly, then raised his hand and gently waved it, creating a transparent barrier that enveloped Dai Yao. To Dai Yao's surprise, the noise outside vanished instantly, as if the entire world had quieted down. Even more miraculously, she felt her own presence completely concealed, as if she had disappeared entirely.

The footsteps of the search grew closer. Someone stopped at the door of the alchemy room and forcefully pushed the rickety wooden door. Dai Yao held her breath nervously, feeling as if her heart was about to leap out of her chest. "It seems like no one has been here for a long time," a gruff voice said. "Forget it, let's go. That witch probably can't have gone far," another voice chimed in. The footsteps faded into the distance, and Dai Yao breathed a sigh of relief.

She looked gratefully at the mysterious figure, her eyes filled with a hint of dependence. The mysterious figure gently helped Dai Yao up, his fingers inadvertently tracing her cheek. "Your face..." He paused, a barely perceptible worry in his voice. Dai Yao's cheeks instantly flushed crimson, like ripe tomatoes. This atmosphere... something's not right! Does it have to be this ambiguous? I'm in a weak state right now, I can't flirt with that.

Dai Yao coughed lightly, trying to break the awkward silence: "Ahem, um... thank you. If it weren't for you, I probably would have been finished this time." The mysterious figure didn't speak, only smiled gently, a smile so sweet it could drown you. Dai Yao felt her heart pounding wildly, like a drumbeat, making her eardrums buzz. Help! Who could withstand this?

However, before Dai Yao could recover, a sudden, sharp pain shot through her body, like countless needles piercing her, causing her to break out in a cold sweat. Damn that demonic artifact spirit! That wretched thing is acting up again! Dai Yao gritted her teeth, enduring the excruciating pain, and tried to communicate with the demonic artifact spirit: "Hey! That's enough! Stop messing around! If this continues, we're all doomed!" Her response was only a more violent attack from the demonic artifact spirit, as if mocking her overestimation of her abilities.

This damned thing wouldn't listen to reason at all, only wanting to turn against her, completely disregarding her life or death. Dai Yao felt like a balloon about to burst, ready to rupture at any moment. "Don't be afraid." The mysterious figure's voice rang in her ear, carrying a soothing power. He gently held Dai Yao's hand, and a warm power slowly flowed into her body, helping her suppress the rampage of the demonic artifact's spirit.

Dai Yao felt a little better, but the pain inside her body remained intense. She took a deep breath, trying to stay awake. No! She couldn't give up! She had to find a solution! Suddenly, Dai Yao felt a strange energy fluctuation emanating from within her body. This feeling… was familiar! Could it be…

"Wait," Dai Yao suddenly opened her eyes, a glint of light flashing in them, "I think... I sensed something..." A golden light flashed past her eyes. Her special ability was activated, allowing her to sense the flow of energy around her. The energy of the demonic artifact was chaotic, like boiling water, and tightly intertwined with a distant direction, like two venomous snakes tearing at each other. That direction... was none other than the legendary, extremely dangerous ancient ruins!

"I know how to solve this!" Dai Yao shouted excitedly, as if she had grasped a lifeline. "We have to go to the ancient ruins!"

However, just as a glimmer of hope appeared, trouble struck immediately. The moment they stepped out of the Demon Palace, a small, well-trained force surrounded them. The leader was Xingfeng, his face sinister, his voice chilling like a viper's hiss as he said, "Dai Yao, you're at your last gasp. Surrender obediently!"

"Heh, are you new to this world, kid? When have I ever been obedient?" Dai Yao sneered, her aura undiminished despite her weakened state. Xing Feng stopped talking and launched an attack, his sharp sword energy aimed directly at Dai Yao. The mysterious figure flashed forward, blocking Dai Yao's path and taking the fatal blow. The spirit butterfly flew to Dai Yao's side, its emerald light enveloping her and rapidly healing her injuries.

"Sister, hold on!" Lingdie cried anxiously. Dai Yao took a deep breath, enduring the surging pain within her. She knew this was not the time to give up. While Xingfeng was entangled in the battle with the mysterious figure, Dai Yao surveyed the surrounding terrain, searching for an opportunity to counterattack. The towering trees and lush foliage provided excellent cover.

Dai Yao's lips curled into a sly smile as she whispered, "Little brat, you're still too green to play tactics with me!" She swiftly concealed herself in the woods, using the surrounding environment to wage guerrilla warfare against Xing Feng's men. Vines entwined, rocks tumbled down, and Xing Feng's men were caught off guard, their formation thrown into chaos. The aftershocks of the battle shook the surrounding trees, scattering leaves everywhere. The onlookers were captivated by this thrilling fight, holding their breath, afraid to miss a single detail.

After a fierce battle, they finally repelled Xingfeng. But Dai Yao knew this was just the beginning. "Wait," the mysterious figure suddenly spoke, his gaze fixed on the distance, "It seems... someone is coming..."

Dai Yao wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and patted Ling Die's shoulder casually. "Sister, great job! Perfect teamwork!" Although she was still weak, there was no fear on her face, only a hint of excitement. After all, leveling up by defeating monsters is the right way to experience transmigration!

Psylocke smiled helplessly, the emerald light in her hand growing even stronger. "You're always so stubborn. Let's not talk about this now, let me see your injuries."

"It's nothing, just a superficial injury, a small matter!" Dai Yao waved her hand, appearing nonchalant, but inwardly she was groaning. The backlash from this demonic artifact was truly powerful; she felt as if her internal organs had been dislocated.

The mysterious figure remained silent, merely observing his surroundings warily. A faint golden light enveloped him, making him appear like a guardian deity, silently protecting Dai Yao and Ling Die.

"Wait," the mysterious figure suddenly spoke, his gaze fixed on the distance, "It seems... someone is coming..."

Before she could finish speaking, a gust of cold wind swept in, and a suffocating sense of oppression filled the air. Dai Yao felt a chill run down her spine, and an ominous premonition welled up in her heart.

"Holy crap, no way? One problem after another?" Dai Yao couldn't help but swear. "This plot is too fast! Director, can we have an intermission?"

In the distance, a cloud of black mist slowly approached, and several figures could be vaguely seen within it, exuding a chilling aura.

“This…this aura…” Lingdie’s expression changed drastically. “It’s someone from the Demonic Sect! And…it’s an elder!”

Dai Yao gasped. A Demon Sect elder? That's like the final boss in a game! How are we supposed to play this game?

Just as Dai Yao was contemplating whether to flee or fight, a chilling voice suddenly echoed from within the black mist: "Dai Yao, you can't escape..."