Chapter 82 He was actually saved by Jiang Cifeng...
The sword flashed, and Si Yao instinctively shielded her eyes. When she looked again, she saw Jiang Cifeng already approaching with his sword.
A gentle night breeze blew, and with each step he took, his light clothes fluttered, making him appear like a celestial being descending to earth.
Transcendent, untainted by worldly affairs.
It was actually him who saved us?
Si Yao was somewhat surprised that she would meet him in this space.
She brushed off the vine debris that clung to her body and said to Jiang Cifeng, "Thank you for saving me, Venerable Tianqi."
Jiang Cifeng finally stopped in front of Si Yao, his eyes cold and aloof. "Logically speaking, these vines shouldn't be able to trap you."
Si Yao blushed, "Logically speaking, that's correct, but right now my cultivation level has been suppressed to the Foundation Establishment stage."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Cifeng lightly flicked his finger, and a wisp of azure light swirled around him. He then said, "It seems that the suppressive force of this space only works on you."
"What does Venerable Tianqi mean..." Si Yao looked up at him, "Your cultivation hasn't been suppressed?"
After saying that, he looked Jiang Cifeng up and down, and it was indeed as Si Yao had said.
"This is really strange," Si Yao said, annoyed. "Could it be that this space can only suppress Golden Core cultivators? Since Tianqi is now at the Nascent Soul stage, he won't be easily restricted?"
Jiang Cifeng took a step forward, gazing into the dark depths of the jungle, and after a long while said, "Perhaps so."
The air quickly returned to silence. Si Yao looked at Jiang Cifeng's tall and straight back. "Didn't Venerable Tianqi go after your disciple just now? Why is he here now?"
Jiang Cifeng did not turn around, but instead checked ahead for any unusual signs. "I have not yet found Yue Ning, and I have already arrived in this space."
Upon hearing this, Si Yao's gaze shifted, and she couldn't help but recall how she had parted ways with Li Ye earlier, wondering where Li Ye was now.
In the ancient forest, the air was cold and damp, with the occasional cawing of black crows.
Si Yao frowned. "I didn't expect that even Venerable Tianqi, with his Nascent Soul stage cultivation, would be trapped in this unknown space. This spatial formation is indeed quite sophisticated."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Cifeng said, "The Demon Clan's formations have always been strange, so this is not surprising."
"A demonic formation?" Si Yao narrowed her eyes. "Is Venerable Tianqi so certain that the strange phenomenon in Wuzhou was caused by the demons?"
“Otherwise what?” Jiang Cifeng finally turned his head and looked at Si Yao. “A thousand years ago, the three realms of humans, demons and monsters had already experienced a great war. Now that the demons have made a comeback, it is not surprising.”
After listening to Jiang Cifeng's words, Si Yao's eyes showed a strange look.
Perhaps because of Li Ye, a sliver of hope lingered deep within her. If this turmoil was entirely caused by the demons, then her future stance towards Li Ye would be...
However, she also knew that the Demon Realm was no longer under Li Ye's control, and the turmoil that had been caused in the human world was not his doing.
Just as I was pondering this, a strong whirlwind swept in, and the ground shook violently, as if it were about to crack open.
A black light suddenly attacked Si Yao. She dodged to the side, thinking she had easily avoided it, but little did she know that the black light would return.
She seemed to be being watched.
Just then, a huge crack appeared in the ground, and the energy in the air fluctuated wildly. Si Yao, whose cultivation was suppressed, was having a hard time resisting. Just as her feet were about to slip, she subconsciously grabbed Jiang Cifeng, who was not far away beside her.
As luck would have it, she grabbed Jiang Cifeng's wrist tightly. "Heavenly Revelation Venerable, lend a hand!"
Jiang Cifeng swung his sword, and the black light shattered instantly. However, the shaking of the ground did not stop, so Jiang Cifeng had to lift Si Yao up. The two leaped into the air and finally landed on the top of a towering tree.
The commotion on the ground subsided, and Si Yao's hand was still on Jiang Cifeng's wrist. Only then did she notice that the silver magic ring on Jiang Cifeng's wrist was now radiating a dazzling orange light.
"This is..." Si Yao murmured, somewhat curious.
Jiang Cifeng's gaze froze, his usually icy face unable to hide his shock.
He immediately withdrew his hand, his wide sleeves drooping down, and the still shimmering magic ring instantly disappeared into his sleeves.
"Looks like a treasure." Si Yao clicked her tongue twice, but noticed that Jiang Cifeng's eyes were fixed on her.
His eyes held a hint of surprise, but also a touch of doubt.
Si Yao looked at her suspiciously, tilting her head as she asked, "Why are you looking at me like that? Did I say something wrong?"
If Jiang Cifeng hadn't treasured that bracelet, why would someone as seemingly immaculate as him bother wearing jewelry on his wrist?
Jiang Cifeng remained silent, coldly surveying his surroundings.
A woman's scream drew his gaze to a spot not far to his left.
A woman dressed in the attire of the Wind Sword Sect was seen being shrouded in a cloud of black mist.
Without hesitation, Jiang Cifeng drew his sword and leaped into the air, like a shooting star streaking across the sky.
In the blink of an eye, Jiang Cifeng had already rescued the female cultivator from the Wind Sword Sect.
Upon closer inspection, he realized that the female cultivator was none other than Jiang Cifeng's personally taught disciple—Song Yuening.
"Master, I've finally found you!" Song Yuening was so shocked that she almost burst into tears of joy when she saw Jiang Cifeng appear beside her.
Seeing that Song Yuening was unharmed, Jiang Cifeng released his grip. As his large hands withdrew, Song Yuening's face dimmed for a moment.
She longed to be like the other disciples, to hold her master's hand and whine or ask for comfort after a crisis, but she could not do so.
Because her master was Jiang Cifeng, the Heavenly Revelation Venerable of the Wind Sword Sect, who was also the most ascetic person.
Even if they are his apprentices, they should not get too close to him.
Beneath the ancient forest, in the silent air, Jiang Cifeng sheathed his sword. As he raised his hand, his robe sleeves billowed, revealing the still-shining bracelet once more.
Si Yao couldn't help but take another look.
However, Song Yuening exclaimed in surprise, "Master! This magic ring is actually lighting up..."
Song Yuening was clearly very surprised. Si Yao frowned. Could there be some other explanation for this magic ring?
While she was still speculating, Song Yuening had already cast a glance at her.
"Master, what is she doing here?"
As soon as Song Yuening finished speaking, Si Yao raised her eyebrows and looked over, only to find that Song Yuening's gaze was indeed not very friendly.
Jiang Cifeng's cold voice rang out, "Elder Si Yao is a generation above you. As a junior, you should bow when you meet her, instead of addressing her directly as 'her.' How have I taught you all this time? How come you've become so ill-mannered after just one trip down the mountain?"
Song Yuening's face was flushed red and pale, and her shoulders trembled slightly.
She kept thinking about what happened between Luo Rongrong and her senior brother Mo Yun from her sect that day, and she didn't have much affection for the people of the Hehuan Sect.
But with her master's words still ringing in her ears, she couldn't help but bow her head.
After a moment, Song Yuening could only bow to Si Yao with her sword in hand, saying, "Elder Si Yao, I was abrupt just now and have offended you greatly."
Si Yao knew that Song Yuening was only being humble because of her master's authority, and it wasn't from her heart, but she was unwilling to offend Jiang Cifeng.
As the saying goes, one doesn't hit a smiling face, so she nodded and said, "It's alright, there's no need to be so formal."
Song Yuening's face tightened, then she straightened up, her gaze returning to Jiang Cifeng's magic ring. "Master, this magic ring..."
She mentioned it again, but Jiang Cifeng put his hands behind his back and said, "There was a dark figure in the woods just now. You went forward rashly. Do you know that this was not a good thing?"
Song Yuening blushed again and quickly lowered her head, saying, "It was my recklessness..."
"So, did you discover anything?" Jiang Cifeng asked again.
Song Yuening shook her head, "Xiao Zhaoshui from Tianchen Island and I investigated together. When we couldn't find the black shadow, the space we were in distorted, and then I was separated from her. After that, I was entangled by that black mist, and then I met you, Master."
Therefore, Xiao Zhaoshui's whereabouts are currently unknown, and he may very well be in danger.
However, the formation has not yet been broken, and they have all been separated into several different spaces.
Jiang Cifeng, Si Yao, and Song Yuening had no choice but to continue their investigation.
Song Yuening followed cautiously a few feet behind Jiang Cifeng, glancing at the magic ring on his wrist every now and then.
Si Yao saw all of this.
Unable to contain her curiosity, she moved closer to Song Yuening and whispered, "Junior Nephew Song, what exactly is that magic ring in your master's hand?"
The address "Junior Nephew Song" made Song Yuening frown slightly. "Just call me Song Yuening."
It seems she is not willing to be a generation below Si Yao, nor does she want to establish any relationship with her.
Si Yao nodded, though she was still reluctant to call him that, "Okay, Song Yuening."
Song Yuening muttered to herself, then said irritably, "Why are you asking about my master's magic ring?"
Si Yao stroked her chin, recalling everything that had just happened, and then told Song Yuening the truth.
After she finished speaking, Song Yuening's face turned pale, and even her lips trembled slightly.
Si Yao asked, puzzled, "Song Yuening, what's wrong with you?"
Song Yuening took a deep breath, her eyes reddening. She bit her lip so hard it almost bled. "Why...why you?"
Her eyes were filled with resentment.
Si Yao found the woman's reaction particularly strange. What did she mean by "Why you?"
Not receiving a reply from Song Yuening, Si Yao turned her head and let her gaze wander over Jiang Cifeng's back not far ahead.
"You're not allowed to look at my master like that!" Song Yuening immediately reminded him.
Si Yao really wanted to roll her eyes. "You two, master and disciple, are really strange. What's wrong with me glancing at him? It's like I could devour him alive."
Song Yuening's chest heaved. Ever since Si Yao told her about Jiang Cifeng's Dharma Ring radiating light, her attitude towards Si Yao had become even worse. "The people of your Hehuan Sect are filthy. My master will not tolerate you being tainted by them!"
Well… Si Yao knew Song Yuening would think of her this way.
She shrugged. "You're overreacting. I didn't mean that."
Song Yuening gave a soft snort and said nothing more.
In Song Yuening's heart, Jiang Cifeng was like a handful of snow atop a high mountain, untouched by the mortal world; anyone who saw him would be utterly astonished. As the female cultivators of the Hehuan Sect were known for their lustful nature, how could they not have feelings for such a high-and-mighty flower as Jiang Cifeng?
Therefore, Song Yuening didn't believe Si Yao's nonsense at all.
The ground shook again at this moment. Si Yao had only taken a few steps when the ground beneath her feet cracked open again, instantly putting her far away from Song Yu Ning.
Upon seeing this, Song Yuening produced a magical artifact shaped like a Bagua stone.
Suddenly, a powerful cyclone surged toward Si Yao.
Si Yao was unsteady on her feet, and with her cultivation level currently suppressed to the Foundation Establishment stage, she was unable to withstand the aftershocks of the vortex for the time being.
She suddenly lost her footing and fell deep into the ground.
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