Obtaining the Rejuvenating Pearl (Second Update) The moon shines brightly over the beautiful lakeside...

Yan Huanyue was suspended in mid-air by Ning Wuyang and the Corpse Demon forces, and for a moment, all was silent.

The members of the Sky Patrol all protected Ning Wuyang, while several others fought their way to Yan Huanyue's side, intending to snatch her back from the corpse demon.

Even after subduing the few corpse demons closest to her, she still gripped their shoulders tightly, her eyes vacant, lost in thought.

In the blink of an eye, the horde of corpses that had been pushed aside surged back in. Everyone else jumped away, but she did not resist. She was dragged into the horde of corpses by countless hands that were like steel claws.

Ning Wuyang, his hands forming a magic seal, shouted fiercely, "Yan Huanyue! Come back here!"

Unexpectedly, she suddenly turned around and glanced at him, personally severing his spell, and leaped into the horde of corpses, instantly being engulfed by the raging carnage.

Under the lonely moon, a wisp of white smoke rushed frantically from the depths of the mansion and plunged into the sea of ​​corpses without hesitation.

The air was almost still as the group hovered high in the sky on their swords, forming a triple circle to look down at Ning Wuyang, who stood alone in his robes below.

The turmoil of tonight has come to an end. A fellow disciple has died, and Ning Wuyang will likely have to give a proper explanation upon returning to the sect...

Lu Shenchu ​​swallowed hard, breaking the silence, "Um... the little immortal went with her, so... she should be able to bring back a complete corpse..."

Everyone in the air looked at him. He pursed his lips and said nothing more.

Ning Wuyang cleaved through the spot where Yan Huanyue had fallen with a few sword strikes, creating an opening. He leaped up, instantly forming a battle formation, and looked up at the crowd in the air, saying:

"Fellow Daoists, do not linger. Capturing the thief tonight is the priority. The array outside the house has been activated. Issue the order from Director Ji: if any thief attempts to break through the array and escape, kill them without mercy!"

As he spoke, he cleaved the neck of the corpse demon beside him with his longsword, and several nails formed from spiritual energy struck the corpse demon, releasing corpse poison.

The group dodged the flying corpse demons, unleashing a series of spells that knocked down groups of corpse demons, only to be met by another group that flew up to block their path.

As the group struggled forward, they suddenly saw a faint ripple spread across the horde of corpses in the distance, followed by the horde exploding like a giant wave.

Under the moonlight, a woman with tattered clothes and disheveled hair stood in the center of a giant wave, clutching a wisp of white smoke that was struggling incessantly in her hand.

She waved the white smoke in one hand while using the other to climb the wall. Her body twisted and stiff as she climbed up to the highest pavilion in the deepest part of the mansion in a bizarre posture. She sat on the pavilion, swinging her legs, and looked at the swarming corpse demons and several figures in the air.

Despite the white smoke billowing from her hand, she refused to utter another sound.

She held up the billowing white smoke and stared straight at him, seeing him completely give up and dangle in mid-air.

She shook it violently, her bloodshot eyes fixed on it, and asked rather innocently, "I've always been curious, with your deep scheming, what exactly was your original form? A snake? Or a fox, a jackal? Or just... Why are you silent again? Weren't you humming a couple of times just now?"

The last crooked hairpin on her head slipped off completely with her movement, and a wisp of white smoke stretched out and wrapped around the hairpin, which then disappeared without a trace.

She shook it frantically, as if trying to shake some treasure out of it, blinking her increasingly bloodshot eyes, and asked happily, "Where did you take all my things?"

Seeing this from a distance, Lu Shenchu, who was perched on someone else's sword, shouted angrily, "Aaaaaah! Yan Huanyue, do you know who you're insulting? Let it go right now!"

What he couldn't understand even more was that this person, who was usually so vengeful, had now given up resisting and willingly become her plaything, even helping her reattach her hairpins. Couldn't she live a life she couldn't handle?!

Yan Huanyue stood up on the eaves, threw the white smoke in her hand at Lu Shenchu, and said coldly, "What are you yelling for? Here you go!"

After saying that, he lifted his foot and stepped on the roof of the high pavilion. With a loud "boom", he stepped out of a hole.

Without looking back, she crawled into the hole.

Someone asked Ning Wuyang, who was still standing in the magic array, "Fellow Daoist Ning, what's wrong with your junior sister...?"

Ning Wuyang pursed his lips and squeezed out a sentence: "My junior sister has been in the outer sect for many years, and she is a little too eager to pass the entrance trial."

Everyone understood. In short, they were desperate to enter the inner sect. In fact, anyone who had gone through the inner sect trials in any sect could easily understand this.

It's not surprising that people will do anything to pass the inner sect trials. The inner sect trials of prestigious sects are even more difficult, and it would be abnormal if a few people didn't go crazy every year.

Yan Huanyue blinked her increasingly bloodshot eyes and walked down the stairs inside the pavilion. When she reached the last floor, she didn't linger and directly cleaved the thick floor tiles with a single stroke.

Countless sharp blades flew towards her, piercing her already tattered clothes. She dodged them, and several more gusts of wind slashed down, instantly causing sand and stones to fly, splitting the floor tiles, and overturning the entire pavilion from the inside.

Yan Huanyue absorbed too much of the decaying energy, and the charred bones and the immortal cauldron happily merged into her soul.

She couldn't perceive the other self within her soul, nor did she bother to investigate further. She only felt herself surrounded by corpse demons, with the decaying energy swirling around her. Surprisingly, her headache and nausea disappeared, and she felt unusually excited.

He jumped down the broken floor tiles and then quickly leaped into the air, soon drawing out a group of people dressed in black robes embroidered with cloud patterns.

Seeing this, the members of the Sky Patrol in the distance ignored the surging corpse demons, stood in place to create a barrier to block them, threw out their swords, and simultaneously formed hand seals.

In an instant, a sky full of sword energy swept in, and several people in the cloud-patterned black robes were killed on the spot. They quickly pulled the corpse demons to defend themselves, took off their black robes, and fled into the sea of ​​corpses to hide.

Yan Huanyue kept jumping down into the floor tiles. The second time she jumped in, she attracted another group of people out.

The third time she jumped in, those people stopped following her out. Instead, they quickly repaired the formation above her and unleashed countless sharp sword energies to force her deeper underground.

Yan Huanyue dodged the blades and winds of the swords, falling deeper and deeper into the earth. Countless sharp blades shot towards her, but she always managed to dodge them with extremely strange movements.

Isolated from the outside world, the air was cold and damp, and she gradually felt herself cooling down as she descended into the darkness.

A feeling of being drained of all her strength rippled through her body, and a bloody gash immediately appeared on her arm from a sharp blade.

Yan Huanyue quickly channeled her spiritual energy to fill her spiritual meridians, radiating the purest innate spiritual energy like a living spirit-gathering array.

Yun Ruoliang, who was standing in the shadows at the exit, stared at her for a long time before finally raising his hand and whispering, "Leave her alive."

The blades that were shooting wildly at her stopped, and she no longer needed to dodge. She fell to the damp, soft ground, too exhausted to get up.

Someone grabbed her by the neck and dragged her into a dark, waist-high cave. She heard Yun Ruoliang grit his teeth and say in her ear:

"You're really difficult to deal with. All I wanted was to kill your useless husband, and you had to push me to this point!"

In the darkness, he desperately gripped her neck. Yan Huanyue subconsciously mobilized her spiritual energy to resist his deadly grip on her neck, and Yun Ruoliang took the opportunity to absorb the spiritual energy flowing from her body.

This spiritual energy, perfectly suited to the human body, circulated within him, and the hidden injuries he sustained after losing his inner core were gently healed.

He gripped Yan Huanyue's neck and sighed, "After I lost my inner core, all medicines are better than your innate spiritual energy. You really deserve to save my life. I was so lucky to have that good-for-nothing before... Huanyue, as long as you obediently follow me, I will make you the most noble person in the world, both inside and outside the Heavenly Barrier."

Yan Huanyue gathered her strength and struck backward with her elbow, causing the person behind her to cry out in pain.

She turned swiftly, thrusting out several stabs. Her voice was hoarse from being choked for so long as she said, "You? You burrowing rat, do you really think you can take advantage of the two races' mutual attrition to dominate the world? Too bad, even if the demon race invades, our sect can easily deal with you nameless rats!"

"A coward? Ha..."

In the darkness, he retreated further into the cave and sneered, "My surname is Yun."

Yan Huanyue recalled Pei Xuanzhi's speculation about the Yun surname that she had heard from his boundary marker, and tentatively said:

"Yun? Yun Xuanchen was nothing more than a lackey of Wei Zhao, the traitor of Emperor Mingde. He faked his death and lived a life of hiding and scheming, never daring to see the light of day. In the mouths of his descendants, his ancestors, who were once lackeys, are now being given a golden edge. Back then, Wei Zhao probably fed the dogs bones with bits of flesh still attached. The dogs grew too fat and thought they could become human just by raising their paws and bowing?"

Her insults were absolutely awful.

A blast of cold air blew in, and Yun Ruoliang shouted angrily, "You bastard! What is Wei Zhao anyway? He's nothing but a fishing net!"

Yun Xuanchen from back then actually didn't die!

Yan Huanyue dodged the slap by stepping aside and sneered, "Even if I die, do you think you can live? Can you even get out of here?"

Yun Ruoliang approached her again, and with a spell he broke her arm, causing the sword in her hand to fall to the ground.

He pulled her deeper into the area. "You care about me? Don't worry. Once the people from the Sky Patrol Hall outside are surrounded and killed by the corpse demons made from demon blood, we will break through the formation from all directions in an instant. Do you think they can defend against us?"

Yan Huanyue felt a piercing pain in her arm. "Demonic blood?"

Yun Ruoliang laughed loudly: "Over there, on the other side of the chasm, there's a bunch of idiots who only know how to kill. What 'Reflection of God'? It's not bad as nourishment. Yan Huanyue, do you know what my future identity will be?"

Yan Huanyue realized that he was going deeper and deeper into the cave, and that he was truly the only one left in the cave.

It seems that the people in his dark mansion have already left through different exits to the array in front of the Sky Patrol Hall, prepared to sacrifice themselves to send him out alone.

She stumbled along, one arm hanging limply, being dragged forward by him. Looking into the darkness before her, she suddenly asked:

"Is the obsession your subordinates extract from people gathered into a Rejuvenation Pearl to rebuild your inner core?"

Yun Ruoliang didn't say anything, but instead pushed her in front of him, grabbed her neck from behind and pushed her forward.

If the formation is broken smoothly, she can be taken away. If the formation is broken by mistake, she can be used as a shield.

Yan Huanyue continued, "If I'm not mistaken, what's inside your dantian now is a lifeless object formed by melting silver needles. People who practice internal alchemy have lost their internal cores. If that's the case, then you should be the useless person you're talking about."

Sensing the oppressive force of the formation, Yan Huanyue grew even weaker. Leaning against the cave wall, she gasped, "My arm hurts..."

The earthen cave was damp and cold. Yun Ruoliang held her still-good arm and pinched her chin, saying:

"If you obediently come with me, I will make you a gold armlet as an apology when we get out. But if you complain again, I don't mind breaking your other arm and making you two gold armlets."

Yan Huanyue lowered her eyes and said, "Then promise me you'll put something on my armlet, but it's too precious. I don't know if you're willing to part with it."

Yun Ruoliang sneered, "What can't I get in this world? As long as you don't want my eyeballs, I'll find everything else for you."

Yan Huanyue blinked. In the darkness, the blood vessels in her eyes spread from the corners of her eyes into her dark pupils, as dense as spider silk.

The arm that had been broken swayed slightly, and the five fingers of the iron claw suddenly plunged into Yun Ruoliang's lower abdomen and stirred violently.

In the darkness, she could feel his warm breath and his rapid, panting breathing; he seemed incredulous.

A man with a missing arm has a hand sharper than a sword.

Yan Huanyue smiled and said, "You actually dared to manipulate the straw doll to look like Xuanzhi and say such things to me. Ha... Do you think it's fun to sow discord between us like this? Do you want to see how I break down because of this? You really know how to offend people."

"I spent many years in the outer sect in both my past and present lives. You may not know that I was once a dead person. Joining the inner sect is my lifelong wish in this life, something that my soul and bones desperately yearn for."

"Just like how you lost your inner core and are willing to do anything to rebuild it, you want to use me as medicine. Coincidentally, I also need your new inner core to fulfill your long-cherished wish. You should understand this best, right? You really are..."

She pulled out the warm bead, and scalding blood dripped from her palm.

She returned to him exactly what he had just said to her, "You really came to complete my life. What's this called again? Maybe it's something you said before, a matter of fate."

Without her support, Yun Ruoliang convulsed and collapsed to the ground, clutching his abdomen helplessly, blood gushing from his mouth.

Yan Huanyue lit a small flame on her left hand and carefully examined the thumb-sized, blood-stained, and faintly glowing silver bead on the tip of her right finger.

She wiped the blood off the beads and put them into her treasure pouch.

With a gentle clench of her right hand, her natal sword gleamed in the faint firelight. She pressed it against his neck and made a few light but firm cuts, leaving flesh exposed.

His bloodshot eyes held a chilling smile. "Fellow Daoist Yun, weren't you quite happy pinching me just now?"

"My father... will avenge me..."

Yan Huanyue chuckled, "Revenge, huh? Fellow Daoist Yun, look at you, no one will know where you are."

"What do you want... to do...?"

Yan Huanyue laughed and said, "Why not just spread the word that the bandit leader escaped with minor injuries? Your father loves you so much, not only giving you the Boundary Marker Secret Realm but also such a large villa with countless corpse demons at your command. When he hears this news, he'll probably be busy looking for you first, right? At that time, he won't have time to take his anger out on the people from the Patrol Hall for the time being."

"You...you treacherous villain..."

Yan Huanyue, expressionless, made a few more cuts on his neck. "A petty person? It's truly beneath my dignity to hear you say such things, fellow Daoist. How can I compare to you? Don't you agree?"

Yun Ruoliang was too weak to speak.

As Yan Huanyue thrust her knife down, she suddenly recalled the scene when he first appeared in the wilderness and fell at her feet.

Back then... blue skies and white clouds, lush green grass, they hadn't been tricked into the Boundary Marker Secret Realm, hadn't witnessed the Ghost Moth devouring the child, and Xuanzhi hadn't lost his memory...

Life is hard enough, yet some people enjoy adding to the hard-won peace and tranquility of others, finding it amusing and completely disregarding the suffering of those around them...

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"After breaking through the formation, they abandoned you?"

Ji Linsong pushed the lamp on the table toward Yan Huanyue, who then leaned back in her high chair.

Ning Wuyang, who was helping her set her bones, glanced at the purplish-black bruises on Yan Huanyue's neck and the bleeding wounds on her body, and sneered, "A bunch of rats who can't stand the light of day, all they do is torture the weak."

Yan Huanyue thought of the corpse that had accompanied Fu Yinhuan inside the black box, and lowered her eyes to say, "I have seen the corpses you collected. I once heard Yun Ruoliang's voice underground. It was definitely not my mistake that night. He seemed to have suffered some minor injury at the time, but he didn't seem to be among those corpses. Those who died must have sacrificed themselves to send him out."

Ji Linsong asked, "You mean Yun Ruoliang, who has been wanted by Sect Leader Pei? It's alright, I'll send people to chase after him."

Yan Huanyue said, "Actually, it seems that he is not important now. His father, Yun Xuanchen, is the most important."

"Yun Xuanchen?"

Ji Linsong tapped the table lightly with his five fingers, pondering, "My sect's traitor Wei Zhao's faction? Didn't he die when Wei Zhao died?"

Yan Huanyue said, "Judging from Yun Ruoliang's words, it seems that Wei Zhao was just a pawn of Yun Xuanchen back then. He let Wei Zhao take the lead in killing and starting fires, while he reaped the benefits behind the scenes. The world's attention and swords will then be pointed at Wei Zhao."

Ji Linsong seemed quite shocked by this. He got up, walked around a few steps, and said, "If that's really the case, then Wei Zhao's madness and perverse actions back then were just a wedding dress for him... I will immediately send a message to my master."

Lu Shenchu ​​asked, "Which Wei Zhao?"

While applying medicine to Yan Huanyue, Ning Wuyang said, "He was the son of Ji Sishi's great-grandfather, so he was his senior. He was extremely talented. Even Headmaster Wen would have to call him senior uncle. In the end, he died under his master's sword in Tengzhou in the north."

Lu Shenchu ​​did some calculations, "So he was the son of Master Wenjian's grandmaster, Wei Yan? He was killed by Master Pei? His father wasn't upset, was he?"

Ji Linsong said, "After Wei Zhao died, Grandmaster vowed never to use the Mingde Sect's techniques again and traveled the world, never returning to the Mingde Sect. My master sent people to search for him several times a year, but he was ashamed of his past and never showed up."

The rebellion of the corpse demons was not resolved smoothly, but fortunately, after much effort, the matter was brought under control.

According to Yan Huanyue, the corpse demon in the dark mansion was raised with demon blood. So the Xuntianliao sent people to Chang'an to borrow the Demon Bone Incense, which suppresses demon seeds, to try. Unexpectedly, it also had a miraculous effect.

However, the task was difficult to handle, so more disciples from various sects and the Sky Patrol Division were brought in. By the time the land of Tingnan was cleaned up, it was already the Qixi Festival.

Yan Huanyue had been searching for the corpse demon for several days, and now that the matter was settled, she was busy returning to her sect to hand in her report. She decided not to participate in the grand ceremony in Sanyang Valley and would set off on the second day of Qixi Festival.

This year, we encountered a major event, but turned misfortune into good fortune. Many cultivators also came, and Tingnan suddenly became lively. With the Qixi Festival approaching, we couldn't wait to take advantage of this festive occasion to make a fuss and sweep away the gloom of the past.

That night, the streets were teeming with tourists, filled with laughter and chatter, ablaze with lights and fireworks.

Especially along the river outside the city, there were vendors gathered for nearly a mile, and pedestrians came and went along the riverbank, which was filled with colorful river lanterns thrown by pedestrians.

Hearing that there would be a fireworks display by the river, Yan Huanyue came out for a stroll after meditating. However, there were too many people on the riverbank, so she jumped to the streamside where the reeds swayed not far away to wait for the fireworks.

Even before the fireworks were scheduled to start, people had already set off fireworks several times along the riverbank.

Yan Huanyue looked up and felt a chill beside her.

That familiar feeling...

Yan Huanyue turned her head to the side, and sure enough, it was the demon immortal worshipped by Lu Shenchu, dressed in the cloak of a paper figure, who suddenly appeared deep in the reeds.

The moonlight was cool as water, the stars shone brightly in the sky, and the babbling brook made a clear, melodious sound.

The paper figure stood on the bank and said softly, "The reeds rustle in the wind, the bright moon shines on the cool stream, you've found a perfect spot to cool off."

Yan Huanyue remembered that she hadn't had a chance to apologize for tossing him around that night, so she said, "I was very rude that night, please forgive me."

“It’s alright. That night, you were so radiant in my eyes. It’s hard for me not to admire you from the bottom of my heart.”

Yan Huanyue didn't say anything more. She turned her head to look at the stream reflecting the glittering stars, and a faint mist of water vapor wafted towards her.

Mingyao?

Are you kidding me?

That night, she jumped into the sea of ​​corpses, dressed in rags, looking almost like a beggar.

The paper figure stood beside her, rustling in the wind.

It didn't speak, just stood there blankly in the grass by the stream, looking somewhat eerie and frightening.

Yan Huanyue tossed a pebble, casually shattering a pool of starlight, and said, "Immortal, you must be here. I have other matters to attend to and must return."

The paper figure asked in a calm and indifferent tone, "Why do you want to leave as soon as I arrive?"

Yan Huanyue stopped and stood among the swaying reeds, turning back to say, "You helped me, and I thank you. I will help you if you are in trouble. But since you pretended not to have seen me, why did you come to find me in private?"

The paper figure fell silent instantly. He... truly believed that after his descent into the heavens, there was absolutely no way he could run to her...

But now, can't he resist walking up to her?

Ultimately, why did Lu Shenchu ​​conceal the fact that he had met her in the Record of Birth?

He must have done something in the past that made her not dislike him that much, but also unwilling to be alone with him.

"I... just wanted to come and stargaze, and I was afraid of scaring people, so I came here. I didn't know you were here."

Yan Huanyue made a hand seal and said goodbye, "I misunderstood. I have other matters to attend to. Please wait, Immortal."

The paper figure stood alone in the night wind, a spark of light flowing through its eyes, which were made of glass shards.

People strolled along the riverbank in pairs, chasing after the river lanterns. The bright lights and cheerful laughter came from not far beyond the reeds.

After a long while, he finally turned around and stood in the soft grass by the stream. The joyful stream water rushed over the stones, and the water droplets splashed and fell on his paper clothes.

Shooting stars streaked across the sky, while the deafening cheers and boisterous singing behind them made the riverside seem all the more desolate.

Despite the noise, he still managed to make out the footsteps of the person approaching. The moonlight reflected in the stream shimmered in his dark, glassy eyes as he slowly turned around.

Yan Huanyue pushed aside the reeds and strode over, saying, "Immortal, someone is coming this way. Perhaps you should find another place?"

The paper figure looked at her and said slowly, "I'm going back. I won't be using this paper blank anymore. Please help me destroy it."

Yan Huanyue used a magic spell to send it directly to the more lush reed marshes on the other side.

He then leaped across the stream, casually pointed to the sky on the other side, which was half-lit by lights, and said, "This stream bank is rarely visited. I heard there will be fireworks over there. You can take a look here before you leave."

The paper figure remained silent, standing quietly among the swaying reeds.

A short while later, a boy and a girl walked from the reeds on the opposite bank to the stream to wash the wax and ink stains off their clothes.

As the girl washed the ink stains off the clothes, she laughed and said, "You're so clumsy. You knocked over the letter writer's inkstone. Luckily, it didn't stain anyone else's clothes."

The boy vigorously rubbed the ink stains on his sleeves and muttered a complaint, "If you hadn't pushed me, I wouldn't have knocked over the inkstone. These are newly made clothes, and my mother will scold me again when I get home."

"I pushed you because you stumbled and were about to fall on someone else..."

The girl dropped the hem of her skirt and walked confidently to his side, extending her hand and saying, "Then I'll help you wash it."

"Don't," the boy said listlessly as he washed his sleeves. "Don't drag me into the water later."

He wrung out his sleeves, stood up and shook them, glanced up at the moonlight unintentionally, and sighed, "I'm not going to wander around aimlessly anymore."

The girl squatted on the shore, looking up at him gazing at the moon, and said softly, "Never mind, we're already here, let's enjoy the scenery. Such a beautiful view is hard to describe."

The paper figure stood beside Yan Huanyue, looking at the two people on the opposite bank, remaining silent.

Yan Huanyue brushed down a reed that had been resting against her cheek and listened as he slowly whispered, "Truly, life is unpredictable, and things rarely go as planned."

She gazed at the girl whose eyes were filled with youth from afar and said softly, "Therefore, though the winds and snows of the world may wear me down, and my temples may grow old and gray, the moon over the stream tonight is unforgettable, and that is enough."

The paper figure remained silent for a long time before speaking: "Indeed, the chance to truly meet someone you like in a lifetime is not many. I heard that before your marriage, you had a fiancé. I heard that although he is now seriously injured and unrecognizable, he was once a handsome and exceptionally talented young man. It's such a pity..."

Yan Huanyue said with her hands behind her back, "It's not a pity, I wasn't talking about him."

"Oh, my vision was too narrow. I imagine you've seen many exceptionally talented people, and countless others who seem like celestial beings. It's no wonder some of them have caught your eye..."

Yan Huanyue slowly said, "I'm referring to that woman herself."

"Carefree and joyful, those were the most carefree years of my life. I once possessed a lake of moonlight, and beneath the moon, a handsome young man. At the time, I didn't think much of it, but later..."

"Perhaps I should talk to him a bit more, ask him if he's cold by the lake so late at night..."

The paper figure corrected in a calm tone: "Ordinary people usually call this kind of shallow waterway with flowing water a stream."

Yan Huanyue smiled silently, “Immortal, you may not know this, but there is a place in my sect called Lake of No Fall. I once saw my husband by the lake under the moonlight. That was many years ago, and he no longer knows about it, but I remember it.”

The paper figure fell completely silent.

Yan Huanyue turned her head to look at its dark, glassy eyes that shimmered with moonlight, and said in a low voice, "Why would the immortals deliberately bypass my husband and ask those unimportant people?"

The paper figure was unusually hesitant to speak, “Your words reveal a deep longing for someone from the past. I… thought you were still troubled by this, and that you were referring to someone else.”

Yan Huanyue said, "Immortal, my husband is not in good health, so most of the time I don't want him to suffer. I have enough to worry about on him alone, and I don't have the extra energy to look at anything else."

Apart from the soft rustling of the wind, the paper figure was completely silent. After a long while, it finally spoke, concealing a hint of shame, "You're telling me all this because you think I'm bad to you..."

Yan Huanyue glanced at it indifferently, "What should I think about you? What do you think about me?"

It remained silent for a moment, gazing at the reeds swaying in the blue and white moonlight, and murmured, "The stream is clear and the moon is bright; I fear being known by others."

Yan Huanyue laughed and said, "If you think you are clear-headed and innocent, but are afraid of being known, you should cut off this thought and never think about it again, so as not to harm yourself or others. Immortal, don't you think so?"

How could he possibly agree to that? If he accidentally said something wrong and it came true, he would surely regret it for the rest of his life, and he simply didn't want to take that risk.

The moon was bright and the wind was gentle. The paper figure pondered for a long time, and the usually eloquent little deity finally uttered only one sentence.

"I feel dizzy, I'm going back now."

Yan Huanyue never expected that it would actually resort to such a shameless escape after holding back for so long. Feeling somewhat annoyed, she asked, "Immortal, what's the rush? What should we say?"

The paper figure's voice was distant and soft as it tried to cover up the situation: "I really have a headache, and there is indeed an emergency at home... In short, I never intended to separate you two. As long as you don't despise me or hate me, I will be content."

After saying that, he fell silent.

Yan Huanyue's temper was easily provoked by him. Facing a blank cardboard box that rustled in the wind, her hidden anger had no outlet and she didn't know where to vent it. Instead, she felt suffocated and her stomach ached.

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In the dim candlelight, Pei Xuanzhi took out all the remaining jade coins.

Now that the matter of Tingnan is almost over, except for the subsequent grand sacrificial ceremony, he must retrieve all his memories tonight.

A handsome young man by the lake under the moonlit sky...

Amidst his surging emotions, an uncontrollable surge of hidden anger arose within him.

When exactly did this happen?!

Forgetting these things is absolutely unforgivable!

Did he know before that she had been secretly watching him?