Chapter 71

"If you want the necklace, then come get it yourself." Wu Li Yun's peach-blossom eyes held a charming smile as he took the crescent moon necklace from his bosom and swayed it in front of her.

"What's wrong? Don't dare to come get it?"

Wu Li Yun said, "If you don't want it, then I'll crush it."

As he spoke, his five fingers slowly closed, as if provoking, he stared at Yuan Yao while preparing to crush forcefully the crescent moon carved from top-grade spirit stone.

"Wu Li Yun!" Yuan Yao suddenly shouted.

Wu Li Yun heard his true name, his face suddenly changed, his eyes like sharp blades shooting at Yuan Yao, he shouted sternly: "Who exactly are you? How do you know my true name?"

"I'm your grandaunt!" Yuan Yao snorted coldly.

As she spoke, she controlled the Phantom Spirit Sword and frenziedly attacked toward Wu Li Yun.

"Sword form—"

"Open Shadow!"

Yuan Yao formed hand seals, and the Phantom Spirit Sword, under her control, traced a gorgeous, dazzling arc in the air, instantly splitting into hundreds of sword lights that swept toward Wu Li Yun.

Wu Li Yun's gaze sank in an instant; he raised his sword to block the Phantom Spirit Sword's assault.

Clang clang clang—

Wu Li Yun discovered his spiritual power was being gradually drained by the formation.

Yuan Yao focused intently on controlling the Phantom Spirit Sword to deal with Wu Li Yun; she now wanted to prolong the battle so the formation could devour more of his spiritual power.

Wu Li Yun swung a sword, forcing back the Phantom Spirit Sword, then snorted coldly.

"Since you refuse to speak, then this has no reason to exist!"

He spread his left hand, and there lay the crescent moon necklace plainly in his palm.

Just as he was about to directly crush the crescent moon spirit stone with force, suddenly—

An abrupt change occurred!

The originally variegated long sword instantly turned into a giant toad; its tongue shot out and had already snatched the crescent moon necklace.

Afterwards, it quickly leapt out of the formation's boundary.

Returning to Yuan Yao's side, it spat out the crescent moon necklace for her.

Yuan Yao retrieved the crescent moon necklace, instantly breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly stuffed the necklace and other precious ornaments into her storage space.

Meanwhile, Wu Li Yun revealed an incredulous expression, watching helplessly as the ugly toad transformed back into a long sword.

This...

What is this?

He had never seen something capable of transforming into other objects.

For a moment, Wu Li Yun's eyes lit up.

Seeing him glare covetously at her Phantom Spirit Sword, Yuan Yao hastily hid the sword behind her, her face slightly cold: "Wu Li Yun, you thief, don't even think about coveting my sword!"

"It seems you truly possess many rare treasures." Wu Li Yun's breathing grew ragged, his eyes greedy as they fixed on Yuan Yao.

As he spoke, he raised his sword and fiercely chopped at the Soul-devouring Formation!

Boom—

The Soul-devouring Formation actually couldn't devour his spiritual power!

This shows his unleashed spiritual power is twice as strong as the formation!

The Soul-devouring Formation now teetered on the brink of collapse.

Yuan Yao realized that if she stayed, she would surely be looted clean by him; she gritted her teeth, glanced at the seven trapped in the Gravity Formation, and still chose to flee first.

She immediately fled outward into the alley!

Wu Li Yun saw this, a hint of mockery curling at the corner of his lips.

He swung his sword in a slash.

The Soul-devouring Formation was just broken open like that!

Afterwards, he prepared to chase Yuan Yao, but discovered she had already run out of the alley; he slightly furrowed his brows: "?"

How could someone run that fast?

Wu Li Yun swiftly pursued, soon reaching the alley's exit.

He scanned his surroundings, quickly spotting a flash of white clothing in the crowd on the left street; he narrowed his eyes and swiftly gave chase.

His figure was extremely fast.

And when Yuan Yao turned her head, she saw Wu Li Yun gradually approaching, her heart pounding nervously.

It's over.

Just as she was considering whether to send a message for help to her third senior brother, a familiar figure appeared ahead.

Her heart leapt with joy.

The ghost-faced youth was examining items at a small antique stall when he suddenly sensed something, turned his head and looked over.

Before he could react, the girl had already seized his wrist; her face anxious, she spoke rapidly: "Xie Yan, I finally found you! I have something to tell you!"

Xie Yan first glanced down at the wrist the girl gripped tightly, then lifted his head, his eyes cold as they fixed on her.

"Don't want your hand?"

"I do." Yuan Yao was about to loosen her grip, but she sensed a stare boring into her from behind, and for a moment dared not release.

The youth seemed to sense something as well; his gaze swept past her cheek and landed on the young man dressed in a light purple brocade robe.

Their eyes met.

The youth, without looking away, said to Yuan Yao: "Want me to help you deal with that mess?"

"No!" Yuan Yao hastily denied.

The youth's gaze shifted to her slightly pale face from running or nervousness, and he said emotionlessly: "Let go."

Yuan Yao felt the icy, unhidden killing intent in his eyes and quickly let go.

The boy turned and left without hesitation.

Yuan Yao hurried after him.

Wherever the boy went, she followed, and Wu Liuyun also tailed them from behind.

Xie Yan's brow jumped; he stopped, about to turn and warn Yuan Yao, but he didn't expect her to come straight at him.

Her forehead struck his chin—right on his ghost face mask.

"Hiss—"

Yuan Yao winced in pain.

The boy stepped closer to Yuan Yao, "Little trash, did you forget our bet in Wuduan Mijing? When you see me, what should you do?"

"I forgot." Yuan Yao took two steps back and blinked innocently.

Xie Yan: "……"

"Get lost." The boy's tone was grim, his whole body exuding impatience.

Yuan Yao had meant to act pitiful, but seeing Xie Yan's icy, corpse-like eyes made her drop the act—she just wanted to beat him up.

Seeing her glare at him, the boy seemed angry but didn't dare speak.

He let out a cold chuckle.

Afterwards, he turned and left.

This time, Yuan Yao really didn't follow.

Yuan Yao turned back, looking at Wu Liuyun, who was eyeing her tigerishly.

As Wu Liuyun approached, Yuan Yao calmly took out her communication crystal.

Wu Liuyun's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Aren't you curious who I am?" Yuan Yao pointed at herself and smiled slightly. "I'll tell you now—I'm Ying Wuji's junior martial sister, Yuan Yao. My master is the renowned Thousand Mountain Immortal Lord."

Hearing this, Wu Liuyun looked at her in disbelief.

Yuan Yao lifted her chin and said, "I'll send a message to my master right now; if anything happens to me, I'll have him find someone named Wu Liuyun to take revenge."

Upon hearing that, Wu Liuyun's face grew solemn, his eyes fixed on her with a complex expression.

Yuan Yao was about to channel spiritual power into her communication crystal when a voice came from behind—

"Junior martial sister!"