Upon waking up, Yue Wuyou keenly sensed that something was amiss.
Although the place is full of spiritual energy and filled with the sounds of birds, beasts, streams, and springs, there is always a sense of tranquility amidst these sounds.
"Ouch."
Yue Wuyou was startled and instinctively scrambled backward, then turned around...
Staring into the eyes of a white tiger that is half the height of a person.
The moment our eyes met, my heart was instantly at ease.
Because the white tiger showed no intention of attacking; in fact, its large, watery eyes were filled with innocence and curiosity.
"Wait a minute, when the older sisters are done, we can go out and play," Xiao Ao said in her childish voice.
Yue Wuyou breathed a sigh of relief. She was just about to ask who your sister was, and whether she was also a White Tiger.
Before I could even ask the question, everything went blurry.
Before he could adjust, he heard the white tiger let out a sweet howl and pounce into the arms of the person in front of him.
Yue Wuyou shook her head, then looked up and was stunned.
"Dijiang? What kind of place is this?"
He was startled at first, but then lowered his eyes with some caution.
“You got into a fight with that young master, and we sneaked out for you. It cost a lot of money; it's more than a few meals of spirit pork you could afford.”
At his uncle's prompting, Baili Xijiang half-squatted down in front of Yue Wuyou and reached out to pull him up.
Yue Wuyou coughed, clutching her chest, and turned to look at the large white tiger.
Xiao Ao was snuggling up to his two older sisters, clinging to Song Tingwan and refusing to get down.
"Fellow Daoists, it seems you are not as simple as you appear."
Such a large space is not something an ordinary person can obtain.
If we were to force a connection to fate, that would be acceptable. But this White Tiger… if he remembered correctly, the demon race was led by the White Fox, with four other races as its support, and the White Tiger race was one of those four races.
With these two factors combined, how could we underestimate these fellow Daoists?
"Oh, Brother Yue, we've read storybooks together before, don't be so formal."
Baili Xijiang grumbled in dissatisfaction. They had all been brought back to him, and his master had even specially set up this protective barrier to block all prying eyes.
I guess you could say I saved him, no matter what.
"...I'm sorry, thank you all." Yue Wuyou coughed weakly twice. After seeing everyone sitting inside the barrier and feeling somewhat confused by the power outside that seemed to be both near and far, she finally calmed down and thanked them.
His defenses were indeed very strong.
Song Tingwan understood, patted Xiao Ao's head, and chuckled, "Someone is chasing you? Why?"
Yue Wuyou's expression changed, and she lowered her eyes and gave a self-deprecating smile: "I used to be a sword cultivator, but perhaps I was too arrogant and that's why I was targeted."
He still kept it a secret.
Shen Zhuochuan walked to the pile of withered branches that Aji had picked up and selected a peach branch.
Then it was thrown at Yue Wuyou.
Yue Wuyou caught it instinctively.
Shen Zhuochuan laughed and said, "The move 'Drunken Flowers All Over the City' sounds very familiar."
Mentioning Zewu brings to mind his "Full City of Flowers in Drunkenness," but who would have thought that this "Full City of Flowers in Drunkenness" was actually created by Yue Wuyou.
Yue Wuyou: "...I didn't say anything. I, Yue Wuyou, will remember your kindness. If I am not dead, I will definitely repay your kindness. Can we exchange telepathic messages? Please open the barrier later. I want to go and seek help from my sect."
He abandoned his usual nonchalant demeanor and took the initiative to use his telepathic communication device.
Baili Xijiang readily offered his communication talisman.
"Are you going to ask the Sword Sect? But as soon as you step out of the barrier, the people outside will find you. Your cultivation is not high enough, and you don't have a sword. How will you escape the pursuit?"
Wan Qiji half-squatted and lit the fire. Qin Xi sat down on the ground and looked at Yue Wuyou curiously.
Yue Wuyou smiled and said, "I have my own way of doing things, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to hide it for so many years."
That's all I have to say.
Song Siyao leaned against the tree, raising an eyebrow. "Are you really going to ask the Sword Sect?"
Although Yue Wuyou was puzzled as to how they could have guessed, she still nodded.
"Then you can just contact me directly."
Song Siyao shed her disguise, revealing her arrogant and proud face the instant the spiritual energy swept across her.
Yue Wuyou's eyes widened.
Messages related to her frequently appear on the Spirit Network.
Especially the Demon-Slaying Sword, which the sword cultivators repeatedly mentioned.
"Song Siyao?!"
Upon seeing this, the others quickly removed their disguise pills.
Yue Wuyou looked over and saw that each face was a celebrity who had appeared on the Spirit Network.
I was completely stunned.
"You, you—"
"I'm sorry, we need to conceal our whereabouts, that's why we disguised ourselves," Song Tingwan said with a smile.
Yue Wuyou sat blankly by the fire, suddenly no longer in a hurry to leave.
His expression kept changing, and everyone patiently waited for him to calm down.
This time, Song Tingwan set up a large barrier. Shen Zhuochuan and Baili Xijiang took out the fish bound with spiritual energy. Wan Qiji set up the frame, and Qin Xi and the Song sisters busied themselves stringing the fish together.
Busy, yet quiet and in sync.
Yue Wuyou was stunned for a long time, watching the flames burning and leaping in front of her.
"Can you... help me?" Yue Wuyou looked at Song Siyao on the other side of the fire and asked in a deep voice.
Song Siyao lowered her head and patted the dust off her hands. "That depends on how honest you are."
Yue Wuyou smiled.
"I am also determined to burn my bridges and am unwilling to spend the rest of my life hiding."
"You can search my memories."
He laughed and said something chilling.
Searching his memories will damage his spiritual center and cause irreversible damage to his future cultivation.
Song Tingwan walked out with a light laugh, her fingertips tapping as if searching his memory.
Yue Wuyou did not resist and closed her eyes to cooperate.
The others didn't move either, just watching Song Tingwan's actions with smiles.
Unexpectedly, the divine sense invasion that Yue Wuyou had anticipated did not occur.
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