Guiyi Peak is steep and beautiful, with clouds and mist rising like waves on the dangerous cliffs on the mountainside. Inside, there is a magnificent tower, with a brightly colored corner, hidden among the sacred peaks, beautiful trees, white rocks and clear springs.

The courtyard was silent. A light mist rose in the early summer night, covering the pavilions and terraces. Ice-clear dewdrops appeared on the walls, and they felt moist and crystal clear to the touch.

With a slight creaking sound, the dusty window on the third floor of the Sutra Repository was pushed open, and the girl's nightgown blended in with the darkness.

The Sutra Library of Wanjian Mountain has four floors in total. The first three floors are all entry-level sword techniques, which she has no use for and does not care about. The real good stuff is on the fourth floor with many restrictions.

The night was as dark as ink, and the stars and the moon shone dimly. She looked up, and rows of tall bookshelves stood tall, like soldiers in formation, pointing directly to the intricate caisson ceiling on the top of the pavilion. The rich fragrance of books made her intoxicated, and she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, feeling the blood in her body flowing freely.

——The people in Wanjian Mountain are too arrogant. They only send people to patrol, and there is only one layer of sword formation guarding outside the building. She can pass through this level of sword formation silently, but I am afraid it can only defend against minions below the Nascent Soul Realm.

She climbed up the top shelf as if it were flat ground and jumped to the fourth floor. The scene before her stunned her -

There were no bookshelves on the fourth floor, but more like a martial arts arena. On each side were three sword-wielding puppets, tall and mighty, just like living people. Their bodies were assembled piece by piece, with obvious gaps. The six pairs of eyes looked at her vaguely, as if they would come alive in the next second, which gave her goose bumps all over her body. She took a deep breath to calm herself down.

Instead of sending disciples to guard the place, they placed six puppets here to play tricks... She shifted her gaze away from those uncomfortable puppets, and saw a stone wall at the end of the room with a faint crack in the middle. She must have some mechanism to open it.

The entire fourth floor was covered by a deep sword energy, shooting up to the dome, like a silver wave surrounding it. She recognized this sword formation, which should be the strongest method of Wanjian Mountain besides the Sky-breaking Sword Intention, called the Heavenless Sword Formation. However, this thing might be useful to defend against others, but it might not be enough to defend against her, Baili Yaoyue.

But when she took the first step, she realized something was wrong——

Those six puppets moved!

The coldness of the black iron attacked her instantly. She leaned to the right to avoid the sword and jumped into the air as swiftly as an ape, stepping on the next sword. But when she got into the air, she was in the center of the Wutian Sword Formation. She had no choice but to use the Fushui Sword to block it.

The two sword energies met in the air, like the collision of the sun and the moon, splashing out brilliant colors. Sword flowers danced, and clear whistles pierced her ears. She felt something was wrong: this kind of movement would attract people.

What she didn't expect was that these six puppets actually had considerable spiritual energy and could even leap into the air to fight with her.

Yao Yue narrowed her eyes, bit her lower lip, and concentrated all her energy on her arms and toes. Her dark nightgown was tightly attached to her slender body, and the tense muscles on her arms were almost visible. She was extremely swift, and she counterattacked perfectly between leaps. In just a few breaths, she had cut off the arms of the two puppets, making them unable to lift their swords.

At this moment, there was a sudden loud noise, and the entire window frame shattered, split by a sword energy, flying across the air, accompanied by a black shadow flying into the room in the sky full of wood chips!

Then all the wall lights on all four sides lit up, illuminating the entire fourth floor. Through the countless broken pieces of wood, she could see the cold sword light coming down on her head. At the critical moment, Yao Yue twisted her body and raised her arms, blocking the water in front of her, and heavily caught the oncoming sword!

"Water-covering Sword!" the person shouted in surprise. The Zi Luo Sword in his hand was cracked by the sword energy. He immediately gathered his energy and turned around to avoid the sharp edge. He took a few steps back before finally standing by the window.

The disciples of the Inspection Hall filed in one after another, and saw the sword in the hand of the man in black standing on the beam clearly—

"The Water-covering Sword! It's Baili Yaoyue!"

She frowned and simply pulled off the black cloth covering her face.

The inspection hall elder Yun Ci smiled coldly: "It seems that this sect assessment has let a wolf into the house."

The girl in black was smiling, her extreme beauty mixed with a hint of evil, which brought out a frightening hostility.

"I came here to be a thief, but you forced me to be a robber."

The sword light suddenly turned into countless colorful streams of light, creating layers of sword rain. The sword energy was chilling and piercing, like the sharp lightning on a stormy night, or the white snow on a vast snowfield. In an instant, the fourth floor of the Sutra Repository was filled with a strong chill, piercing the bones. It felt like the black shadow was floating among the countless halos and sword shadows, strange and unparalleled.

"Go ahead." She had an undisguised look on her face, a mixture of cunning and coldness.

——Everyone knows that Baili Yaoyue has a strange personality. When they are at peace with each other, she will not offend anyone. But if anyone takes the initiative or annoys her, she will kill him.

When everyone was at a loss, they suddenly heard a loud shout -

"Don't be so arrogant, you witch!"

The person who came was Yun Liang, the head of Wanjian Mountain, holding the ancient sword named Xingshi in his hand.

She was about to make a mocking remark when she saw three elders following behind him. Her expression suddenly froze: She could deal with four elders in the Spirit Transformation Realm, but the sect leader Yun Liang had just broken through to the Feathered Transformation Realm last month and was ranked third on the Langya Immortal Ranking. If someone came to help him, it would be hard to say.

Judging from their posture, they obviously had no intention of fighting her one-on-one. Yao Yue immediately decided to run away, swinging her sword in her right hand and jumping out of the window. But how could she escape so easily in front of everyone? With several sword beams approaching, she changed her moves and kicked Yun Ci in the chest, using the force to fly several feet away.

Seeing that they couldn't stab her, the five men dodged their flying swords by leaning sideways, and immediately became furious and even used their hidden weapons. Yun Liang took out the flying star bullet from his arms and threw it. Eighteen silver stars seemed to have eyes, and they attacked her with a group of fireworks.

When the fireworks faded, the girl in black had disappeared without a trace, leaving only a few drops of blood by the window.

***When the sky was turning white, Jiang Mi returned to his room with a heavy heart, and suddenly smelled a bloody smell.

He walked quickly to the bedside, and the person half-hidden by the curtain gradually emerged. The girl was lying on the bed, with shocking blood on her right shoulder, dripping down her arm hanging outside the bed.

"Yao Yue..." The corners of his lips trembled. He knelt beside the couch and reached out to feel her breath. He felt that her breath was weak but very stable. It didn't seem like her life was in danger. He breathed a sigh of relief.

——He knew she was going to the Sutra Library tonight and had not closed his eyes. When he heard the warning signal from Wanjian Mountain, he knew something was wrong. The head of the sect concluded that she was injured and could not run far, so he ordered all the disciples of Wanjian Mountain to go out and hunt her down. The search that lasted all night finally ended at dawn. He was worried about her injuries, but was glad that no one had found her. He felt a little dazed.

I didn't expect that she was hiding in her room.

**The man suddenly chuckled, his voice hoarse with sickness and fatigue: "Don't worry... you won't die. Don't you still have the soul contract?"

Her palm-sized face was as pale as paper, and her body fragrance turned into a chilling and astringent breath. She dodged sixteen of the eighteen flying star marbles, and the remaining two were at too tricky angles, just in the position that her right hand holding the sword could not take into account.

The young man's narrow phoenix eyes could not hide his anxiety and worry. He still knelt stiffly beside the bed, wanting to reach out to wipe her blood, but was afraid of hurting her.

"Yaoyue, how can I help you?"

She closed her eyes tightly, her eyelashes trembling slightly: "Help me up... cut open my clothes on the back along the collar, I want to use my internal energy to force those two broken beads out."

The entire nightgown on the right upper body was almost soaked in blood. When he lifted the bloody piece of clothing, Yao Yue's body trembled. Although she didn't cry out in pain, she also made a hissing sound and her forehead and back were oozing with cold sweat. There were two marble-sized holes on her back shoulders, which were deeply embedded in her flesh and blood, emitting a black light.

The man's voice seemed to be strangled in his throat, and he couldn't say anything. Warm water drops kept falling, with a temperature like fire falling on her black hair. She couldn't help but open her eyes and looked over, and saw his lips trembling and tears rolling down. Her heart softened in an instant, and she raised her left hand to touch the tears on his face, and her voice was slightly hoarse:

"I'm not crying, why are you crying?"

The girl's face was as pale and transparent as a petal that had lost all its color. His heart ached when he saw it. "...Does it hurt?"

"It hurts, of course it doesn't hurt..." She closed her eyelids again, her voice still weak, like a feather blown by the wind, gently soothing him, "Okay, I'm going to practice my skills, don't disturb me."

When she opened her eyes again, it was dark outside again. It seemed that she had been meditating for at least six hours. A layer of ointment had been applied to the wound, and the blood on her body had been cleaned up. The nightgown on her upper body was also replaced with a middle-length coat that was obviously a man's. The collar was loose, and because it was too wide, she looked very thin.

When she turned around, she saw Jiang Mi's eyes, like cold stars in late autumn, looking at her nervously.

"Yaoyue, are you okay?"

"It's alright," she snorted, with a hint of unexpressed gloom between her brows, "Without the Sword Master in Wanjian Mountain, you will use your numbers to bully the few."

——If any other disciple of Wanjian Mountain heard this, they would refute it, but when it came to Jiang Mi, he could only feel heartache.

She suddenly smelled the scent of ointment and wondered: This should be the smell of Peiyuan ointment, a top-grade trauma medicine. The pharmacy in Wanjian Mountain would never give him this kind of medicine, but he was so poor that he didn't have the money to buy it in Wuguang City.

"Where did you get the Pei Yuan ointment?"

A smile slowly appeared at the corners of his lips, and his handsome face showed a unique warmth, but he avoided talking about it.

"It's time to change the medicine."

Yao Yue's upper body was a lifeless icy white due to blood loss, as if in the dim light one could see the pale blue, weakly pulsating blood vessels underneath. The two marbles had been shaken out of her body when she was exercising, leaving only two deep blood holes.

She was half buried in his arms, unable to hide her weakness, as light as a kitten. Jiang Mi lowered her head and carefully spread the ointment with her fingertips. She had already slowed down her movements, but her body still couldn't help but tremble, her brows knitted uncontrollably, and she bit her lower lip to avoid crying out in pain.

Seeing this, he sighed, and softly said that it would be fine soon, while blowing gently on the wound. He was so focused and careful that she forgot the pain and just stared at him blankly.

Finally, she came back to her senses and smiled softly, as happy as a child. Even her eyes became exceptionally bright and clear as autumn water.

"Jiang Mi, you are so nice."

The young man who was still checking her wound was suddenly at a loss and his face turned red. When she looked over, he looked away in panic.

Yao Yue took this opportunity to look him up and down, and suddenly realized that something was wrong: "Where's your sword?"

Wan Jianshan's ancestral motto is "the sword is with the man", which means that the sword should be held in the arms even when sleeping, but the sword that should have been hanging at his waist was missing.

He froze and said nothing, which actually confirmed her guess.

"You pawned your sword to buy the medicine, didn't you?"

"...Yeah." Jiang Mi looked at her deeply, helped her tidy up her clothes, and buttoned up a few buttons one by one. He was so focused that it seemed as if no one and nothing could distract him.

She wanted to make him realize the seriousness of losing his sword, but her heart was like a spring breeze melting an iceberg, and all her words turned into a gentle sigh.

"Fool."