At this time, Wang Twelve also arrived, his long arms raised, and with empty fists, he welcomed the attack. The ten fingers on his hands still had long fingernails, and two invisible sword lights flashed from the void, welcoming him. Wang Twelve swung his arm, and with a soft "whoosh" sound, both of his sleeves were cut off halfway. Immediately after, there was a "clang" sound, like the collision of metal, as if he had grabbed something. Wang Twelve's feet, with the strength of a thousand jun, took seven consecutive steps forward, and the surrounding heaven and earth seemed to turn upside down in an instant. His left hand grasped at the air, and seven tree branches were already caught in his hand. With a light flick of his five white and slender fingers, countless complex movements seemed to be completed in an instant, and the seven tree branches flew out on their own, inserting themselves into the ground.

  Those two disciples of Zhu Ji almost simultaneously let out a miserable cry: "Senior brother, we can't see anything!"

  Yuan Daolin hummed: "Twelfth Brother, your formation technique has become even more refined and skilled!"

  Seven tree branches grew rapidly upwards, and in just an instant, they had already transformed into seven towering trees that firmly protected Mo Zi Chen inside. On the trunks of the trees were deep impressions, as if they were carved with mysterious symbols. The small poisonous insects continued to charge, but could no longer breach this barrier.

  At some unknown time, a white mist suddenly rose from the ground, almost submerging Yuan Daolin's figure. Wang Shi'er took large strides into the white mist, and all that could be heard was the sound of clashing inside, with brilliant lights flashing back and forth in a most intense battle. It seemed like an eternity had passed, but in reality it was only an instant. When Wang Shi'er emerged from the white mist, there was only a patch of blood left on the ground, and the two trapped foundation-building disciples had vanished. In the distance, Yuan Daolin's angry voice could still be heard: "Wang Shi'er, you wait!"

  Wang Twelve patted his hands, brushing off the dust: "Isn't it just breaking your bottle? It's not like it can't be mended. Zheng Zhuang will definitely come to me for trouble later." His words were light-hearted, but on both arms, dozens of blood marks remained, revealing the ferocity of this brief battle.

  He raised his hand, and the seven big trees transformed again, turning back into the branches in his hand. Mo Zi Chen was revealed, crouching on the ground. Her face was a deep purple, her eyes were bright red, and she was unconscious.

  Wang leaped in fright: "Poisoned?" He swept her up in his arms and flew off into the sky.

  Mo Zi Chen was suddenly swarmed by a group of insects, and her exposed skin was almost completely bitten. Wang Shi applied magic to protect her, but it was slightly too late, and she immediately fainted. When she came to, she felt languid all over, as if she were soaking in a hot spring, and didn't want to move at all, not even lifting an eyelid. However, she could still hear the sound of a gentle female voice speaking beside her ear.

  "Twelfth, I let you go save her, was it to let her get bitten by the golden thread worm? If not for my Purple Gold Pill dissolving it for her, she would have long been poisoned to death."

  The woman's voice was very calm and elegant, making people feel a sense of intimacy when they heard it. Next to her, Wang Twelve replied, "The golden thread worms that Zheng Ting raised in the treasure bottle are all juvenile insects, which can only deal with those who have just entered the door of cultivation. Moreover, I have set up an array to protect her, but there is a slight oversight. I didn't expect her cultivation to be so weak, it's even worse than that of a beginner."

  That woman sighed softly: "I know you're talented and rarely meet your match, but when dealing with external matters, you should always leave some room for maneuver. Not everything will go as you imagine, no matter how capable you are, you're not a god. Even your master, who's an extraordinary person, still made a mistake and ended up dead."

  Her voice was calm, but it carried an unyielding dignity. Wang Twelve bowed his head and said, "Elder sister's teachings, Twelve has learned from them, and will be more careful in the future."

  The woman smiled and said: "Alright, I've said too much. Afraid you'll be tired of me again. Miss, shouldn't you wake up now?"

  She stretched out her hand and gently swept across Mo Zichen's eyelids. Mo Zichen felt two cool airs, which seeped in from the temples and instantly dispelled his fatigue and pain. He quickly sat up, bowed to the two of them and said: "Thank you both for saving me! May I ask if this is Yingzhou?"

  The girl nodded, sitting at the head of Mo Zichen's bed, facing each other. Mo Zichen could see clearly that her skin was warm and smooth as jade, without a single blemish, with gentle eyes that made people involuntarily calm down when looking at her, just like a kind and familiar older sister. She smiled and said: "My name is Lin Shuirui, this is my junior brother Wang Shi'er, we are both disciples of the Taihua sect. Now you can tell us about your background."

  Mo Zi Chen thought about her experiences over the past few days, it was all a bitter pill to swallow. She poured out her heart to Lin Xianzi in front of her, who listened quietly and nodded from time to time. It wasn't until she heard Mo Zi Chen's account of what happened in the cave that concern appeared in her eyes. She sighed and said: "Qin Shidi is indeed too reckless, actually these things aren't something he has to bear alone."

  Mo Zi Chen said carefully: "Lin girl, what's his surname, is it Qin?"

  Lin Shiyu lost her smile and said, "Yes, that's my junior brother Qin Chuan. My master has a total of six direct disciples who have inherited his Taoist lineage. I'm older, so I'm the eldest, and Qin is second in line. The third one is Wang, you've met him before. There's also Ju, he's cultivating treasures in the cave and rarely comes out. The other two are still young and are practicing in the cave. How come you've been accepted by him as a disciple of Taihua Sect but don't even know his name?"

  Mo Zi Chen stuck out her tongue: "He didn't tell me, it seemed like something urgent, threw a jade token at me and left again." She thought desperately, "Hmm, before he left, I think he said he was going overseas."

  Lin Shirui and Wang Shi'er exchanged a glance, both of their faces involuntarily revealing a worried expression. After a moment, Lin Shirui smiled and said: "You take a good rest for a few days, wait until your injury heals, and then we can discuss the matter of entering the sect again, it's not too late. For these two days, I will arrange for someone to take care of you." Mo Zichen hurriedly thanked her, Lin Shirui waved her hand, stood up, and left with a gentle smile. Wang Shi'er followed behind her, from start to finish, he didn't say a single word, and seemed very cold towards Mo Zichen, as if he was somewhat indifferent.

  Mo Zi Chen watched as their figures disappeared into the distance, slowly lying down. Although they had arrived at a safe place, he still felt a little strange in his heart.