Soon thereafter, the legend of a mysterious and powerful woman named "Yao" began to spread in the martial arts world.
She is like the most elusive phantom in the night sky. No one has ever had the good fortune to see her true appearance, and even her name is shrouded in mist. All we know is that everyone calls her "Yao".
Every time she appears, she is always breathtakingly beautiful. Her graceful figure makes her walk like a willow swaying in the wind, yet she has hidden strength. Her fox eyes are sparkling, charming yet sharp, as if she can see through people's hearts. Her delicate and fair skin has a cool luster in the sunlight or moonlight.
Although the veils of various styles on her face cleverly concealed her true appearance, the vague outline and charm were enough to make everyone certain that there must be a stunning beauty beneath the veil.
And she is Qingyao, a woman who stirs up waves in the martial arts world but exudes a mysterious aura. She attracts the attention of countless people and attracts many heroes to compete to explore the stories and secrets behind her, but they can only catch a glimpse of her beautiful back as she leaves in a hurry, leaving behind a series of beautiful fantasies about her in the martial arts world.
The Death Cliff is like a scar that goes through the sky and the earth, dividing the mortal world from the sky. The steep mountain walls pierce the sky like a sharp blade, and the rocks are rugged. There is a deadly fog that lingers all year round. The fierce wind whistles past, as if to tear all intruders into pieces.
Yet, atop this daunting cliff, Qingyao built her own little world. Her residence, modeled after the Qingqiu she remembered, featured vermilion pavilions and towers arranged in a staggered pattern. Overhanging eaves and brackets resembled the graceful sway of swallowtails, while delicately carved doors and windows seemed to tell stories of an ancient past. Surrounding her were magical flowers and herbs, their subtle fragrance wafting through the air as the breeze blew, creating a stark contrast to the surrounding desolation.
A winding path is hidden between the cliffs. It is the only way to the top of the mountain. It is extremely dangerous and every step is on the edge of life and death. Only those with outstanding martial arts skills can rely on their deep internal strength and extraordinary lightness skills to climb up the cliffs, avoid the dangers of boulders and landslides that may roll down at any time, and reach this paradise-like residence after going through untold hardships.
For Qingyao, this dangerous place is exactly the quiet place she has always dreamed of. It isolates her from the chaos of the world and the hustle and bustle of the world, allowing her to guard her own memories and tranquility in this small world and bloom her own beauty alone.
At the first light of dawn, the thin sunlight struggled to penetrate the fog that lingered all year round around the Cliff of Death, and sprinkled on the quaint pavilion where Qingyao lived.
Qingyao slowly woke up under the carved window lattice, put on her light silk dress, opened the window, and let the cool mountain breeze blow on her face.
She strolled into the courtyard and began a new day of practice surrounded by flowers.
His movements are agile, and the wind whistles between his fists and feet. The martial arts he practices are strange and changeable, just like the cunning and unpredictable fox of Qingqiu.
Whenever he had some free time, he would sit down in front of the stone table and play the zither with his bare hands. The lingering sound of the zither blended with the sound of the wind and the singing of birds on the cliffs, and the lingering sound lingered in the valley for a long time.
In the afternoon, she held a book in her hand and read quietly under the corridor of the pavilion. Occasionally, she looked up at the distant mountains with a distant gaze, as if wandering between the world in the book and the past of the earthly world.
At sunset, the afterglow stretched her figure into a slender shape. She stood on this peak, quietly watching the rosy clouds filling the sky. Until the night fell and the stars dotted the sky, she slowly walked into the house, ending this isolated yet free and easy day.
As spring goes and autumn comes, Qingyao has quietly spent nearly a year on the top of this death cliff.
During this year, she seemed to have broken away from the past and had not set out from this world to look for Yun Ao. However, in the martial arts world, the reputation of "Yao" was praised everywhere, and its fame spread like wildfire, quickly reaching every corner.
Every time "Yao" appears in the world and kills decisively, there is always a red cat with a flame-like body accompanying her.
That was System Xiaoyi who had transformed into a cat. It shuttled lightly through the bloody storm, its eyes flashing with smart and cunning light, like an elf from the underworld.
Its entire body is covered with bright red hair, which shines brightly in the sunlight, as bright and dazzling as the burning sunset, making it unique in the world of immortal cultivation.
Everyone knows that when they see this red cat, they know that "Yao" has arrived. Over time, Xiaoyi, the red cat, has not only become the unique symbol of "Yao", but has also set off a wave of enthusiasm in the world.
In the casual conversations on the streets, the deeds of "Yao" are indeed amazing, and the mysterious red cat has also become a topic of discussion. Its reputation is not inferior to that of "Yao". It seems that together with "Yao", it has woven the most beautiful and thrilling legend in the world, attracting countless people to explore it curiously, but it is still difficult to touch the truth behind it.
Qingyao lives on the top of the cliff of death, but the news of the martial arts world blows into her ears from time to time. The rumors about her and Xiaoyi, some thrilling and some bizarre, are spreading in every corner of the martial arts world.
However, she only raised her eyebrows slightly, with a hint of disdain at the corner of her mouth, as if she was listening to a child's boring jokes.
Xiaoyi lay lazily on her shoulder, also not caring about these rumors, occasionally wagging his fiery red tail, as if to drive away these disturbing trivial matters.
When she stepped into the martial arts world again, Qingyao was still graceful but her steps were firm, and every step was filled with cold murderous intent.
Her eyes were like cold stars. She would lock onto her target without hesitation. She would strike instantly with the sharp blade or spiritual power in her hand. Every move was fatal, and she would mercilessly harvest the lives of those who blocked her way.
Xiaoyi also shuttled through the battlefield like a ghost, his claws like hooks, leaving a trail of blood wherever he passed, and his sharp screams pierced the sky, making people terrified.
It cooperates perfectly with Qingyao. The man and the cat stir up waves of bloody storms in the martial arts world, declaring their cruelty and determination to the world with their actions.
Qingyao knew very well that only by making the world of martial arts fear her and letting the seeds of fear take root deeply in everyone's hearts, could she easily make them feel timid when confronting the sect where Yun Ao was in the future, and thus win that slight chance of victory for herself.
Every drop of spilled blood, every fallen enemy, is the cornerstone of her deterrent power, and she will continue on this thorny road without retreating.
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