Dali Temple.

Zhou Qinggong led the two into a secret room and, as Yin Liuli had instructed, brought forty-nine candles.

Yin Liuli directed everyone to arrange the candles into a specific shape.

She was dressed in a neat round-neck men's suit, in a light blue color, with a black belt that accentuated her slender waist and shapely figure.

Her jet-black hair was completely coiled on top of her head, secured with only a silver hairpin.

The candles at his feet were arranged in a yin-yang symbol, with seven candles in total.

The candlelight flickered, and the exquisitely beautiful face, illuminated by the candlelight, appeared even more dashing.

She stood outside the circle, holding a small, exquisite peach wood sword, her gaze solemn.

"My lord, please stand at the yang point of the Tai Chi diagram."

Yin Liuli raised her slender finger and pointed, instructing, "When I activate the formation, you must cut your index finger and wrist, using your blood as a guide."

"Without my orders, you must not act rashly, sir, otherwise disrupting the formation will be a greater loss than the gain."

The prime minister secretly gripped the dagger in his hand, his eyes fixed solemnly on her.

"I will follow the female envoy's arrangements."

Having weathered many storms, his face was tense, but he showed no fear of the unknown.

"I'm ready, and I'm about to begin."

Yin Liuli raised her hand and drew an array-opening talisman in mid-air.

With a flick of her fingers, inspiration struck.

The prime minister could not see the talisman's spiritual light, but he could see her fingers moving nimbly, and an extraordinary sense of oppression instantly overwhelmed him.

Apart from the Emperor, he had never felt this oppressive aura emanating from anyone else.

Yin Liuli channeled her spiritual light into the formation and softly uttered, "Activate the formation!"

Upon hearing the words "open the formation," the prime minister did not hesitate to raise his dagger and slash his left index finger.

Fresh blood gushed out, dripping down.

"Blood leads."

Yin Liuli flipped her peach wood sword and flicked her finger at the bloodline.

In an instant, the blood-red line rose into the air, as if it had come to life, and floated toward the peach wood sword.

The prime minister stared in surprise.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never have believed that anyone could make blood droplets form a line that floats in the air.

Using a peach wood sword as a brush and blood as ink, Yin Liuli drew a "Blood Curse Tracking Talisman" in mid-air, silently chanting...

"The Blood Curse is used to track down the spirit, guided by blood. All spirits and deities of the five directions, heed my command! Break through barriers and remove obstacles to track and pursue this soul… May the Supreme Lord Laozi's decree be swiftly fulfilled!"

After reciting the mantra, a blood-red talisman light suddenly appeared before his eyes.

She had a thorough understanding of the incantations and her strokes were extremely precise.

The prime minister was amazed. She stood motionless, with only one slender arm waving in the air, appearing exceptionally nimble and graceful.

"Huff huff..."

A gust of wind suddenly rose from the ground, causing the candles arranged in a yin-yang symbol to sway precariously and almost go out.

The prime minister felt a surge of tension, fearing that the wind might extinguish the candles and break the formation.

As fate would have it, the two candles at his feet suddenly went out with a "poof".

The prime minister's expression changed, and he instinctively wanted to bend down and reach out to block the wind, but then he remembered Yin Liuli's instructions not to move, and his outstretched hand stopped abruptly.

"puff……"

"Pfft pfft..."

Just then, several more candles in the array went out in the wind, and the strong smell of wax instantly filled the entire secret room.

The prime minister's heart nearly jumped out of his throat.

He wasn't sure if the formation had been broken; a bead of cold sweat rolled down his cheek, but he didn't dare raise his hand to wipe it away.

He would rather sacrifice his life to find his flesh and blood. If the formation is broken, wouldn't he be worried to death?

Fortunately, Yin Liuli stood at the front of the formation, her body still upright and her face showing no sign of panic.

Yin Liuli noticed his nervousness and gently offered a comforting word.

"My lord, there is no need to panic. The candlelight has gone out because the five spirits are pointing the way for Liuli."

"Sir, you just need to wait patiently."

The prime minister's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down. He opened his mouth and said in a hoarse voice,

"Thank you very much, Madam Assistant."

"Pfft pfft..."

Several more candles went out in succession, and the light in the secret room dimmed considerably.

The prime minister tensed up as he looked at the extinguished candle.

He suddenly had a strange feeling.

It was as if I saw a face, flickering on and off, appearing above the candles surrounding me. Wherever that face went, the candles there would be blown out.

However, the wind that appeared out of nowhere soon disappeared.

There were more than a dozen candles on the ground that had gone out, moving around indiscriminately without any pattern.

Yin Liuli's clear and lively eyes swept over the candles, then she placed her thumb on the base of her slender index finger and measured each candle according to its different positions.

This formation borrows the power of the five directions of ghosts and gods, so even if a person is pressed under a mountain or thrown into the sea, they can still find an accurate location.

However, the five spirits do not communicate directly with the one who sets up the formation; instead, they point out the hexagram in their own way.

The person who sets up the formation must be proficient in this special divination language in order to decipher the instructions of the spirits.

This is a closely guarded secret of Taoism, and has been lost to the common people.

If it weren't for a patriarch of Xuanqing Temple who recorded this secret technique in his own notes, Yin Liuli, even if she knew how to set up formations, wouldn't have been able to understand the instructions.

She didn't speak, and the prime minister didn't dare to move, watching her nervously.

"It's been confirmed."

After a moment, Yin Liuli raised her head to look at the prime minister and said casually,

"My lord, Miss Qingtang is located to the west and is trapped among the water plants."

The situation is dangerous and precarious.

If she is not rescued by 9 PM, she will die.

The prime minister's eyes instantly turned bloodshot, and he exclaimed in disbelief.

"She's still alive? Female Envoy, you mean Tang'er... she's still alive?"

Yin Liuli nodded gently.

"He's still breathing, but he's in great danger."

"It's good that you're alive! My Tang'er is still alive... It's good that you're alive!"

The prime minister's voice suddenly choked with emotion, and he quickly pressed for an answer.

"May I ask where the female envoy said the direction is to the west, trapped among water plants..."

I don't remember any ponds or rivers west of the capital, so where can I find these aquatic plants?

Furthermore, given the vast expanse to the west, where exactly should I look?

Yin Liuli shook her head.

"There's no specific direction, just head west. Go find the aquatic plants you see."

The prime minister felt an indescribable tension and unease.

There was less than an hour left until Hai Shi (9-11 PM). She only said to search to the west. Could such a big place be enough to save Tang'er in time?

"My lord, there is no need to panic. Liuli will accompany you."

Yin Liuli said calmly, "My lord, you must issue an order to transfer the people you sent out to the west to search."

The prime minister said in a deep voice, "Very well, I will arrange it immediately!"

That calm yet resolute face gave people an inexplicable sense of security.

His initial panic and worry suddenly subsided considerably.

He quickly arranged for people to be notified, and the servants had already prepared the horses in front of the Dali Temple.

"drive!"

Yin Liuli mounted Ta Xue, raised her hand and cracked her whip, and galloped off in the lead.

A graceful figure swept across the night, like a fairy descending to earth.

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