Su Jiuli was sitting cross-legged on the dark clouds, with a black and white chessboard filled with chess pieces in front of him.

On the other side of the chessboard, a young man exuding an air of scholarly refinement sat upright.

The chubby, fair-skinned little boy floated beside the young man, looking both a little awkward and excited, like a child who had finally returned home after a long and arduous journey.

The young man pulled a black chess piece from nothingness and then let it float lightly onto the chessboard.

Su Jiuli raised an eyebrow, then placed her piece, "When will the seniors be able to return?"

Shang Xian smiled slightly and shook his head: "I don't know."

Su Jiuli didn't ask any more questions, but focused on playing chess with the young man.

The young man didn't say anything more. After the game of chess ended, he reached out and patted the little fat boy's head: "It's good that you're alive."

The chubby boy's lips trembled, his eyes instantly reddened, and glistening tears welled up in his eyes. He cried out in a trembling voice, "Master!"

Shang Xian smiled slightly: "Why are you crying? Your master is not dead. We will meet again someday."

Little Fatty wiped his face, then nodded emphatically: "Yes, Master is so powerful, he won't die, he never will."

Su Jiuli sat silently to the side, looking down at the dark green courtyard that had largely disappeared. After this ordeal, the three of them should have no problem breaking through to the Nascent Soul stage.

He can now focus on his own business.

"Senior, farewell."

Shang Xian also stood up, smiled slightly, and returned the greeting, saying, "Thank you."

Su Jiuli placed the "Mountains and Rivers in Rain" painting on the edge of the chessboard, then took a light step forward, and her figure disappeared into the void.

Little Fatty blinked, somewhat puzzled: "Master, who exactly is he?"

After eliminating the 230th courtyard, Ye Sisi successfully broke through to the peak of the Nascent Soul stage.

She couldn't sense the passage of time here, so she didn't know exactly how much time had passed, but she was still very satisfied with this speed of advancement.

I wonder if she can overcome her tribulation here. What if she can't suppress her cultivation level after achieving even a little more KPI?

Despite her mind being filled with all sorts of random thoughts, Ye Sisi didn't stop moving.

At first, she was always covered in wounds, and even with so many high-level pills to protect her, her injuries never fully healed.

Not to mention clothes, if she hadn't had a lot of stock, she probably wouldn't have anything to wear now.

However, once she gained enough experience, although she was still a bit disheveled, it was much better than at the beginning. At least she had fewer cuts and her clothes were tearing at a noticeably slower rate.

She's already quite impressive to be able to maintain her current state against two seniors at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage. If she were to go out now and face another assassin at the Nascent Soul stage, she might not be able to kill them, but she would definitely be able to survive.

There are a lot of KPIs this time, and it feels like it will be a long, long time before I can go out. I wonder where my eldest brother went, and what my third and fourth brothers are doing.

I wonder how Master and Junior Uncle are doing, and whether Second Senior Sister has come up or not.

Ye Sisi thought and thought and felt really bored; being alone was really not a pleasant feeling.

Ye Shubai and Lin Shuangluo are a little better off; at least after their fights are over, they can watch the other fight and occasionally exchange sarcastic remarks to relieve some pressure.

Holy Spirit Realm, Holy Heaven Continent.

A vast, ethereal palace appears and disappears amidst the hazy clouds, and occasionally, red-crowned cranes can be seen frolicking among the clouds. The warm sunlight gently drapes this dreamlike fairyland in a soft golden veil.

A young girl in a light blue dress carries a medicine basket and wanders through the medicinal herb field, looking beautiful and serene.

Not far from the girl, a boy of about the same age stared intently at her in the herb field.

Just then, a little boy's loud voice came from the other side: "Senior Sister Mengqing, the fairy sister has woken up!"

Liu Mengqing, who was squatting in the medicinal field looking at a purple star grass, suddenly stood up.

Her eyes, as bright as stars, were filled with excitement. She stopped looking at the purple star grass, picked up her medicine basket, and ran off in the direction from which the boy's voice came.

The boy standing to the side smiled helplessly and quickly followed.

But as he passed by a six or seven-year-old boy, he couldn't help but tap the boy on the head with his folding fan: "What are you yelling about?"

The little boy covered his head, his face full of indignation: "Senior Brother Qingzhu, why did you hit me?"

Lin Qingzhu ignored the little radish head and hurried towards the place where the girl was running.

Liu Mengqing's voice arrived before she did, "Fairy sister, I'm here!"

Ouyang Yanyu frowned slightly upon hearing the sound; it was so noisy.

A short while later, a pretty and lively girl stood in front of the door. She looked about fifteen or sixteen years old and had the air of a carefree little elf. Her eyes, in particular, were as bright as stars and exceptionally beautiful.

Looking at her, Ouyang Yanyu thought of her junior sister. Cough cough, the two seemed to be completely different except for their similar age. After all, her junior sister didn't have such innocent and clean eyes. Well, no, maybe she did, but there must have been a sieve in them.

Liu Mengqing looked at the aloof beauty leaning against the headboard with bright eyes: "Fairy sister, you're finally awake. Is there anything else that's bothering you?"

Ouyang Yanyu was taken aback. Was the fairy sister calling her?

She couldn't help but curl her lips into a smile. All she remembered was being knocked unconscious by a powerful spatial turbulence within the guiding light pillar; she knew nothing else.

But she was certain that she was badly injured at the time, and it was a miracle that she was still alive.

She tried to sit up to express her gratitude, but unfortunately, she was too weak to even speak.

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