Lin Youyou's figure instantly retreated more than ten meters, a look of surprise flashing in her eyes.

On her right arm, a reddish wound was faintly visible, and streaks of blood slid down her fair skin.

She was injured.

"Junior Uncle!!"

Upon seeing the person who arrived, Qingyu was both surprised and delighted.

The person who came was a woman who looked to be in her twenties.

She wore a dazzling fiery red dress, and her brows exuded an aura of domineering confidence.

In mid-air, flames surged, and she seemed to become one with the flames.

"Yu'er, who is this?"

The woman asked softly.

In her right hand, she gripped a bright white longsword, its blade gleaming with a fiery light.

"Haha, I underestimated Jianping Mountain. I didn't expect there to be some interesting people here."

Before Qingyu could speak, Lin Youyou chuckled softly.

She gently stroked it with her palm, and the scars on her arm disappeared instantly, leaving her skin smooth and delicate.

"Little girl, what's your name? Why are you being so fierce?"

Lin Youyou's body slowly floated up and came into the air.

Opposite her, the woman in the red dress frowned slightly.

She gently swung the flaming longsword, and the surrounding air was immediately distorted by the high temperature, leaving behind dazzling streaks of fire.

"I am Shen Qingyan, a second-generation disciple of Crimson Cloud Peak. Who are you?"

"Shen Qingyan...what a beautiful name~~"

Lin Youyou covered her mouth and chuckled, seemingly not taking Shen Qingyan seriously at all.

"I originally thought that apart from the sect leaders of Jianping Mountain, no one could hurt me."

"You, a mere peak Serpent Core Realm cultivator, possess such strength? It truly astonishes me!"

"Stop talking nonsense!!"

Shen Qingyan had realized that Lin Youyou's strength was not to be underestimated, and she suddenly swung out the long sword in her hand.

The longsword swung down suddenly, and crimson flames mixed with heat waves dyed the surrounding space a fiery red.

Faced with such a powerful attack, Lin Youyou remained calm and composed, simply parting her red lips and slowly uttering a single word.

"ban"

Just moments before the devastating fiery strike engulfed her, an invisible wave slowly formed, seemingly imprisoning space for a moment.

In that instant, Lin Youyou dodged Shen Qingyan's attack.

The next moment, sparks flew and a deafening roar erupted as a scorching blade slammed heavily into the ground.

"Bang—"

Smoke and dust suddenly swept around, and countless flying sand and pebbles were scattered in all directions, completely obscuring Qingyu's vision.

She curled up on her knees, trying to keep her body in place to avoid being overturned by the strong wind.

Just then, Lin Youyou's soft voice rang in her ears again.

"Little sister, I still keep my word!"

Qingyu's body tensed, as if a sharp blade was pressed against her throat.

"You have to reclaim our inheritance, or else... I'll have to take care of your adorable little junior sister for you~~~"

Hahaha~~~

Amidst Lin Youyou's unrestrained laughter, Qingyu struggled to her feet.

As the smoke and dust gradually dissipated, Lin Youyou's voice also disappeared from Qingyu's ears.

At this moment, there is a huge charred crack on the ground, left by the high temperature.

"Did they escape?"

Shen Qingyan landed on the ground, looked around, and her expression became increasingly serious.

"Yes, she's gone."

Qingyu stood there, utterly dejected.

"Yu'er, how are you?"

Seeing that she was acting strangely, Shen Qingyan quickly stepped forward.

"Junior Uncle, I'm fine."

Qingyu waved her hand slightly.

Shen Qingyan and Hua Yuncang are both second-generation disciples of Jianping Mountain, and in terms of seniority, they are the junior uncles of Qingyu and Hua Yuncang.

Although she was a disciple of Chixia Peak, Shen Qingyan had a very good relationship with the Huayun Cang Qingmu Peak lineage because her mother came from Qingmu Peak.

Today, as usual, she came to Qingmu Peak to visit Qingyu and the other person, but accidentally discovered that Qingyu was being held hostage, so she decisively took action.

"Yu'er, who is that person?"

"Junior Uncle..."

Just as Qingyu was about to speak, she heard a familiar voice coming from afar.

"Senior Sister—"

"Ning'er!"

Qingyu looked up abruptly and saw Yun Sining rushing over.

"Senior Sister, hey, Junior Uncle, you're here too?"

Yun Si Ning ran closer and saw the hideous and terrifying knife marks on the ground.

"What's this?"

"There was a really loud noise coming from over here just now, what happened? I..."

"Mmm~~~"

As Yun Si Ning was speaking, Qing Yu unexpectedly pulled her into his arms.

"Ugh... Senior sister, I can't breathe..."

Feeling the familiar scent of the person in her arms, Qingyu's heart gradually relaxed.

"Um, Senior Sister!"

Yun Si Ning struggled and forcefully pushed her head out of his arms, taking a long breath of air.

"Oh dear, senior sister, what are you doing?"

Yun Si Ning was now full of doubt. Why was her senior sister acting like she had some serious illness? Was she using catnip on herself?

Besides, my senior sister isn't some kind of kitten spirit, though of course she is very soft...

"Ning'er, I'm so glad you're alright."

Qingyu gently rubbed Yun Sining's little face, and a smile returned to her face.

Something's wrong, something's very wrong.

Yun Si Ning gradually realized that her senior sister was acting strangely, while Shen Qing Yan, who was standing to the side, also looked worried.

"Yu'er, what did that person say to you?"

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