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  Everyone's Ye Shibo is actually called Ye Tianyuan, and with a face that says "strangers keep out", he suddenly speaks up like this, not a few cultivators sneak a peek over, while other book friends look on normally.

  Mr. Wu's face became even warmer, and he glanced at Mr. Wang, who was still busy with his hands but had perked up his ears.

  Mo Qingchen clearly felt a strong aura of Bagua spreading in the air, and silently cursed to himself as he steeled himself and walked forward.

  As expected, as she approached, that strange feeling came again, the sound of her heartbeat was audible to herself, and the spiritual energy in her body became restless, wanting to find an outlet to flow towards the man in front of her.

  Mo Qingchen's face turned red and his ears flushed, but it wasn't shyness, rather an uncontrollable surge of hot blood.

  Yè Tiān Yuán, who had been keeping a straight face all along, was also slightly stunned, his expression unreadable as he stared at the completely unremarkable little girl in front of him.

  The two of them stared at each other in a daze, with no movement or words for a moment, which made the atmosphere even more ambiguous.

  This scene fell into the eyes of the monks who were secretly glancing over, and many people's jaws dropped in shock. Even the leader of the Foundation Establishment stage couldn't help but glance over frequently.

  Ye Tianyuan was the first to react, his voice devoid of emotion as he said, "Hand over your belongings and ID card." His face turned even colder, with a hint of annoyance and disgust flashing in his eyes.

  "Ah." Mo Qingchen was so embarrassed that she wished she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into. She knew she couldn't get close to this man, and now she had made a fool of herself in front of all these cultivators, staring blankly at a man, which was too humiliating.

  Ye Tianyuan silently swept over the bag handed over by Mo Qingchen, and recorded the information on the ID card into a special jade slip. He then put away the bag and returned the ID card to Mo Qingchen.

  Mo Qingdun took over the ID card and almost fled back to Duan Qingge, no longer daring to take a glance at that person.

  Despite that, there were still many nuns who cast their eyes on her, especially some female cultivators, whose gazes seemed to want to cut through her like a knife.

  Mo Qingchu and the other person killed many cultivators who robbed them in the secret realm, but when they met fellow disciples, they tried not to conflict with each other. As a result, these people did not know how formidable Mo Qingchu and the other person were, thinking that they had come out by luck. Therefore, some female cultivators looked at them without any scruples, their eyes extremely malicious. Some male cultivators also stared at them fiercely.

  It didn't matter if Mo Qingchen was unclear, her bangs covered her eyebrows and eyes, making it hard to see her face. Also, because of some unclear relationship with Ye Shifu, the male cultivators didn't look at her much after their initial curiosity. But when their gaze fell on Duan Qingge, they couldn't move away.

  The woman who cultivates immortality may not have changed in appearance, but due to the nourishment of spiritual energy, her skin tone, figure and temperament are far beyond those of ordinary women, so even an ordinary female immortal is considered a beauty in the mortal world.

  The Yao Guang Sect has tens of thousands of disciples, and even if the proportion of female cultivators is small, there are still a large number of them. Naturally, some of these female cultivators are renowned for their beauty. However, either they have high cultivation levels or identities that make ordinary male cultivators dare not covet them, or they already have masters who have claimed them, and the male cultivators who have devoted themselves to them are not ones that ordinary male cultivators would dare to provoke.

  Duan Qingge's appearance was among the best in all of Yao Guang School's female cultivators, and when these male cultivators took a closer look, they couldn't help but be shocked by her beauty.

  What makes many people even more restless is that this junior sister's cultivation isn't high and she's still an outer sect disciple...

  After all the masters had registered, under the command of the leader in the Jiedan period, several foundation-building cultivators took out their flying artifacts and carried these disciples to fly towards the Yao Guang Sect.

  Mo Qingchen's plan to find Liu Lingzhi came to nothing, and he stood in the corner of the flying magic tool with his head down and eyes cast downward, unwilling to attract attention again.

  The boat-shaped aircraft shuttled through the clouds, and the sky looked even clearer. Those hurricane air currents were all blocked by the protective cover, and the high-spirited masters who walked out of the secret realm mostly had gains, thinking that their future was bright, and their mood was no longer as anxious as when they came.

  Mo Qingchen was no exception, without the kind of desperate and uncertain mood he had when he came, he would have looked down from the boat with a thoughtful expression, while other book friends normally read:.

  The majestic mountains stretch endlessly, the rivers surge with mighty waves, and there are large and small lakes scattered like pearls. Sometimes you can also see villages and towns, where people as small as ants move slowly, looking so tiny.

  These people also have their own lives, joys and sorrows, loves and hates, fame and status, but in the end, it's all just a fleeting glance, like her gaze that flashed by. Even if they lift their heads, they won't notice that above the white clouds, there is a group of people who seem like immortals, sailing on a great ship with flying swords, passing by without stopping.

  Cultivating immortality is indeed difficult, with life-threatening dangers at every moment. However, to be able to experience this wonderful journey that ordinary people can't, to witness so many magical things, and one day perhaps being able to avenge past grievances and live freely with one's own power - even if the final outcome is to re-enter the six paths of reincarnation, it would still not have been a wasted life, wouldn't it?

  Suddenly, Mo Qingchen's state of mind seemed to be opened up by an invisible force, as if it could hold more things.

  She was immersed in that profound feeling, and suddenly a thought flashed through her mind in the midst of clouds and fog. It's a pity that it couldn't be grasped at this moment.

  But suddenly felt a force coming from behind, and the whole person fell straight down from the spaceship.

  Mo Qingchen suddenly came to his senses from his epiphany, almost subconsciously sending out a tendril of vines towards the edge of the ship. However, the flying ship was moving too fast, and she fell off abruptly, leaving the range of the flight device's protective shield. The fierce wind blew her body down like a falling leaf.

  "Qingchen Shimei!" This sudden change came so abruptly that Duan Qingge let out a heart-wrenching cry, but Mo Qingchen had already fallen a good distance. The cultivators on the same boat and those flying behind in their law-enforcing vessels were all shocked into an uproar.

  But then a green figure flashed by like a shooting star, and the cultivators in the Refining Qi stage couldn't see what it was.

  Until the leaf-shaped flying instrument's master discovered that the person controlling it was gone, he exclaimed: "It's Ye Shibo!"

  "Tsk, tsk, Ye Shidi has gotten himself into big trouble with that little girl. Other book friends are watching normally." Wu Xing said to Wang Xing while controlling the flying ship.

  "What's with giving her trouble, I think it's always her who causes trouble! And as for Ye Shidi, why did he go out of his way to save that girl? Could it be that he really..."

  "Junior brother, I think if you could go and rescue them, you'd be even faster than Ye junior brother. The flight artifacts of the few of us are all from our sect, and it's already not bad that we can control such large-scale flight artifacts with so many people on board. Only Ye junior brother's flight artifact is his own, a recognized master artifact that consumes less spiritual energy and is easy to use, which is why he could split up and go rescue them. You're being too anxious about this, aren't you?" Wu surname cultivator transmitted with a smile.

  "Wu Shixiong, what do you mean by this? Am I supposed to take a liking to some little girl? I'm 60 or 70 years older than her!" The doll-faced Wang surname cultivator said angrily.

  "Wu surname cultivator thought that in the cultivation world, even several hundred years old is nothing, but he said: "Junior brother, you're being paranoid again. You have a sharp tongue and a soft heart. If any disciple falls down, if they have the ability, they will go to rescue them. However, Junior Brother Ye's attitude towards that girl is indeed somewhat strange. You also know that he rarely talks to female cultivators."

  "I knew it, Ye Shidi must have some issues. But thinking back, I remember that when he was young, his temperament wasn't so stubborn and hard-headed." The doll-faced monk said with an air of superiority.

  "Wu Xing sighed and said, 'He's also helpless. He has a Yuan Ying period blood relative, and he himself entered the foundation building middle stage at the age of thirty, bearing the reputation of being the number one genius of the Yao Guang sect. What's even more rare is that he possesses a pure Yang body that appears only once in a thousand years. If he were to combine with him, putting aside his noble identity and status, the female cultivator herself would also greatly increase her cultivation speed by relying on this pure Yang body.' Just like how he is now, those female cultivators are all flocking to him. If he shows them even a little bit of courtesy, can he still escape?"

  Several Jikidan masters continued on their journey with many disciples, without worrying about the unexpected event that had just occurred.

  The leading cultivator of the Nascent Soul stage sat at the front of the flying magical instrument, seemingly in a meditative state.

  Having lost the protective aura, only Mo Qingchen, who had cultivated his Qi to refine his body, was battered by the air currents in the sky, causing his body to ache severely. He mobilized his spiritual energy to resist with all his might and barely avoided the crisis of being torn apart by the hurricane. Even so, it seemed as if he could still hear the sound of his bones cracking inside his body.

  Watching his body rapidly falling down, the spiritual power inside him was quickly consumed, and the outcome of being crushed to pieces seemed unavoidable.

  Mo Qingchen closed her eyes, unable to describe the feeling at this moment. Just a moment ago, she was still on the bright and broad path, but in an instant, her life was in danger again. The path of cultivation was indeed unpredictable.

  But just as his spiritual energy was about to run out, he fell into a warm and gentle embrace. Mo Qingchen's heart racing like thunder suddenly opened his eyes, and in front of him appeared a face with sharp facial features.

  Mo Qingchen was enveloped by Ye Tianyuan's spiritual energy, and the feeling of discomfort dissipated a lot. However, an even stronger and stranger sensation surged in like a tide, and at this moment when her body and mind were extremely weak, her self-control greatly decreased. She couldn't help but reach out to wrap her arms around his waist, pressing her entire body tightly against him.

  Ye Tianyuan was shocked, unexpectedly he didn't have an outburst, instead he held the person in his arms even tighter.

  A numbing and tingling electric current coursed through Mo Qingchen's entire body, the surging spiritual energy inside her had nowhere to vent, a blue true flame blazed fiercely at her dantian, she completely forgot her dignity in her loss of rationality, tightly embracing that person, her vermilion lips involuntarily imprinting on his thin and icy cool lips.

  Ye Tianyuan subconsciously dodged, and the soft lips came again. He finally stopped refusing, fiercely grasping the offered softness, savoring her sweetness.

  At this time, all rationality, morality and shame had left Mo Qingyun far away, she could only feel that this taste was too wonderful, so wonderful that she forgot where she was and what she was doing.

  The faint moans were blocked between his lips, and in the dim light, Mo Qing felt a pause under her feet, and the two finally fell to the ground.

  Mo Qingchen hadn't even reacted when he was pushed to the ground, Ye Tianyuan's voice was icy and chilling, asking word by word: "What kind of evil magic did you use?"