During this long year, Yun Ao immersed himself wholeheartedly in the cultivation of the sect.
Every morning, he was sweating in the training grounds; every night, he was still studying martial arts in the secret room.
With his own talent and unremitting efforts, he made breakthroughs all the way, successfully stood out from many inner disciples, and was promoted to the head disciple, attracting much attention and expectations.
Although he lives deep in the sect, the wind of the martial arts world still blows into this world, and various legends about "Yao" also quietly float into his ears.
The story of the mysterious woman was vividly described by others, sometimes thrilling, sometimes confusing.
However, Yun Ao never expected that the "Yao" who caused a stir in the martial arts world was actually the woman he once avoided.
For countless nights, the figure of that woman would always intrude into his dreams for no reason.
At first, it was just an occasional flash, but now, the frequency has increased, disturbing him even in his sleep.
Every time he woke up, an inexplicable irritation and anger would surge in his heart. He couldn't tell what kind of emotion this was. He only felt that the woman's existence was like a silk thread, slowly entangling his heart and making him unable to break free.
On this day, Yun Ao was concentrating on practicing martial arts in the martial arts field. He was performing a set of boxing moves with great vigor, but his thoughts were drifting away inadvertently.
Suddenly, a clear and pleasant female voice sounded behind him, and the voice was full of joy and expectation: "Senior Brother Yun, Master asked us to go down the mountain for training. You go and pack up, and we will go down the mountain together." This sudden call instantly pulled Yun Ao back from his thoughts. He stood with his fists clenched, turned around and looked, only to see a pretty junior sister looking at him with a smile, her eyes flashing with longing and excitement for going down the mountain for training.
Yun Ao raised his eyebrows slightly, his expression calm, and he just said lightly: "I'll go to the master first, junior sister, please do as you please." After speaking, he turned around, flicked his sleeves, and strode straight to where the headmaster was, leaving the junior sister there. The smile on her face gradually froze, and her eyes were full of loss and unwillingness, but she was helpless.
Inside the headmaster's room, the air lingered with the scent of sandalwood. With a solemn expression, the headmaster explained the mission for this descent: "Recently, unusual phenomena have appeared in the sky. I fear a cavern of powerful beings is about to open. This presents both opportunity and danger. When you descend the mountain, you must pay attention to the movements of various forces, especially the mysterious figure whose reputation is growing within the martial arts world."
At this point, the Sect Master paused for a moment, his gaze sweeping across the disciples before landing on Yun Ao. "I've heard there's a woman named 'Yao' who's quite mysterious and ruthless. You must be extra careful."
When Yun Ao heard the name "Yao", his heart couldn't help but move slightly. The vague figure instantly appeared in his mind, and an indescribable complex emotion surged in his heart.
He frowned subconsciously, as if he was a little annoyed by his momentary distraction, and then shook his head vigorously, trying to get rid of the unreasonable thoughts in his mind.
"Disciple will follow the master's teachings." Yun Ao bowed, his voice calm and firm.
After the headmaster nodded slightly, he retreated respectfully and strode back to his room.
The room was simply furnished. Yun Ao opened the wardrobe, took out some clean clothes, and carefully selected a few handy weapons, putting them into his bag in an orderly manner. His movements were skillful and smooth, but his eyes revealed a hint of solemnity and expectation that others could not detect.
This trip down the mountain was not only an experience, but also an exploration into the unknown. The word "Yao" was like a mysterious symbol, quietly creating an unsolvable knot in his heart.
Yun Ao stood as tall and straight as a pine tree, with a calm expression as he walked out of the sect with his fellow brothers, junior brothers and sisters, and embarked on the journey down the mountain.
Compared to the young and reckless boy a year ago, his eyes are now deeper and more reserved, and his every move reveals maturity and stability.
Along the way, the two lively little sisters were like happy birds, chirping around Yun Ao, sometimes excitedly talking about the bustling market at the foot of the mountain, and sometimes curiously asking about the strange stories that might be encountered during this experience.
However, Yun Ao only nodded slightly occasionally as a response. Most of the time, he focused on assisting the eldest brother in surveying the route, the second brother in arranging food and accommodation, and the third brother in keeping an eye on the surrounding movements. He silently took on his responsibilities, did not say much, but did everything just right.
The two pretty young sisters did not show any annoyance at Yun Ao's indifference.
On the contrary, the look in their eyes when they looked at Yun Ao was more of admiration and appreciation.
In the sect, Yun Ao's indifference is well known to everyone. He seems to have devoted his whole body and soul to martial arts training and has never had any intimate behavior with any woman.
But it is precisely this focus and persistence, this integrity and perseverance that attracts the hearts of many women in the sect like a magnet.
Among them, the daughter of the sect leader, the woman who first invited Yun Ao to go down the mountain, was reluctant to take her eyes off Yun Ao for a moment.
She followed Yun Ao quietly, occasionally interjecting a few words to try to attract his attention, her eyes filled with love and attachment that could not be hidden.
She knew Yun Ao's temper very well, but she was still attracted to him involuntarily. Even if she could only accompany him silently like this, it was a sweet satisfaction for her.
Qingyao was at the top of the Death Cliff. With Xiaoyi around, she knew everything about the world, including Yun Ao's experience going down the mountain.
She stood on the top of the mountain, her eyes looking through the swirling clouds, as if she could see the figures of Yun Ao and his group. A meaningful arc appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she said to herself: "It's not the time yet, let you gain more experience for a while." At this moment, she was like a patient hunter, waiting for the best opportunity to capture the prey in one fell swoop.
In the small town, Yun Ao politely declined the enthusiastic invitation of his two junior sisters and returned to his room in the inn with a slightly tired look.
The room was simply furnished with only a table, a chair and a bed. He gently placed his sword on the table, slowly sat down, and looked out the window with a somewhat empty gaze.
As he walked along, the vague figure in his mind kept appearing from time to time, disturbing his thoughts and making him want to find a moment of peace.
At the same time, the eldest brother led the other junior brothers and sisters out of the inn and blended into the bustling crowd.
The streets and alleys are bustling with people coming and going, and all kinds of hawking and shouting can be heard one after another.
They moved around, quietly listening to the conversations of the people around them, trying to find out information about the strange phenomenon from the sky and the movements of various forces in the martial arts world. Their eyes were filled with caution and alertness, and they did not dare to relax at any time.
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