Covering the Sky: Simultaneous transmigration, but both clones are women.

Suburbs of Yangzhou.

A relatively quiet manor, nestled in a bamboo grove.

The moonlight, like water, spilled onto the green tiles and white walls, giving the small manor a silvery-white halo.

The courtyard wasn't large, but it was decorated very elegantly.

A few slender bamboos leaned against the wall, and a clump of chrysanthemums grew in the corner. Although it was autumn, they were in full bloom, a golden expanse that shone brightly in the moonlight.

Inside the room, Shi Long was sitting upright on a futon, cultivating.

He was in his early forties, with a thin face, slightly high cheekbones, and three long wisps of beard under his chin, giving him a somewhat otherworldly and ethereal appearance.

But at this moment, his brows were tightly furrowed.

For some reason, I have been feeling a lot of alarm today, and I just can't concentrate.

The feeling of unease was like something pressing on his chest, heavy and making it hard for him to breathe.

I tried several times but was unable to enter a meditative state.

Left with no other choice, Shi Long got up and prepared to go for a walk in the courtyard to clear his head.

He had just reached the door, his fingers not even touching the door frame, when suddenly, two very light footsteps came from outside the courtyard.

Shi Long paused, his brows furrowing even more deeply.

He had lived in this suburb for ten years, and no one had ever visited him at this hour.

"Who goes there?"

His voice wasn't loud, but it was full of energy and carried far in the quiet night.

There was no response from outside the courtyard, but footsteps were approaching.

Shi Long's expression darkened slightly, and he quietly circulated his inner energy, placing his palm on the door frame.

"Squeak~"

The door was suddenly opened.

Moonlight streamed in, illuminating the person standing at the door.

It was a woman.

Dressed in pure white, with flowing black hair, she had removed her large hood, revealing a face so exquisite it was almost otherworldly.

She stood barefoot on the threshold, the moonlight shining on her, making her look like a fairy who had fallen from the moon palace to earth, yet with an allure that fairies lacked.

Shi Long's pupils contracted slightly.

He lived in the suburbs of Yangzhou for ten years and had met few people, but he remembered every visitor.

He had never seen this woman before.

"Who are you?"

Shi Long's voice deepened, his hand had already left the door frame, his fingertips slightly bent, ready to strike at any moment.

Wanwan did not answer his question.

She tilted her head, her clear, deep eyes sweeping over Shi Long's face, then parted her lips slightly and uttered a cryptic sentence:

Have you ever seen a fox in the snowy mountains?

Shi Long was stunned for a moment.

Before he could ask further, Wanwan spoke again, her tone even more serious: "Then... what about the braised duck?"

fox?

Braised duck?

What is all this about?

Shi Long was somewhat bewildered.

Is this girl out of her mind?

"What are you talking about?"

His brows furrowed deeply, his gaze fixed on the woman in white before him. "I'm asking you, who are you? What are you doing here?"

Wanwan seemed not to hear him, and shook her head and sighed to herself.

"Looks like you've really never seen this before, how disappointing!"

She paused, then spoke again, "I am neither a snow mountain, nor a fox, nor a braised duck. In fact... I am the owner of the immortality manual you took!"

Shi Long's eyelids twitched suddenly.

He stared at the barefoot woman in white on the threshold, a hint of surprise flashing deep in his eyes.

The words "Longevity Formula" were like a needle, precisely piercing the most hidden corner of his heart.

Ten years ago, he acquired this Taoist treasure from Master Shi, the Mountain Pusher, and since then he has secluded himself to study it diligently.

For ten years, he had never told anyone, not even his closest disciples knew that he possessed such a treasure.

How did this woman know that?

"Who exactly are you?"

Shi Long's voice deepened, his gaze sharp as a knife.

Wanwan tilted her head, a hint of helplessness flashing in her clear, cold eyes.

"I told you, I am the owner of the longevity manual in your hand~~"

She paused, as if considering her words, and finally sighed, her tone so sincere that it didn't seem like she was lying, "You may not believe it, but this cultivation technique was indeed left behind by me... uh, by my master's master's master."

"In short, it should be returned to its rightful owner!"

"Return it to its rightful owner?"

Shi Long sneered, his voice filled with barely suppressed anger. "I acquired this manual from Master Shi ten years ago, paying real money for it—a mutually agreeable deal. And now you come here, thinking you can just take it away with a simple 'returning it to its rightful owner'?"

Wanwan blinked, her expression as innocent as a wronged cat.

"I didn't say 'want to take it,' I said 'want to take it.'"

"you!"

Shi Long was so angry that his beard stood on end.

He took a deep breath, suppressed his anger, and his gaze sharpened again.

"Little girl, I don't care about your background or who's behind you. Now that this Longevity Manual is in my hands, there's no reason for me to hand it over."

He paused, his voice turning cold.

"If you know what's good for you, turn around and leave now, and I can pretend nothing happened. If you remain obstinate..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but the surging internal energy around him answered for him.

With his mid-stage Innate Realm cultivation fully unleashed, the airflow swirled and roared within the room, causing the paper windows on the windowsills to flutter loudly.

Wanwan looked at the middle-aged Taoist priest with a bristling beard and hair standing on end, and suddenly laughed.

That smile was beautiful, like a night-blooming cereus suddenly blooming in a secluded valley, possessing a breathtaking and alluring charm.

But the moment Shi Long saw that smile, a chill ran down his spine.

"Master Shi."

Wanwan's voice was soft and languid, like a cat's murmur as it stretches, "Do you think I'd be afraid of you since I dared to come alone?"

Before she finished speaking, she moved.

The white robes flowed like light, leaving a trail of afterimages in the moonlight.

Shi Long's pupils contracted sharply, and he instinctively struck out with his palm.

His innate true energy burst forth, and his palm strike was as sharp as a knife, heading straight for Wanwan's face.

He used seventy percent of his strength in that palm strike.

It wasn't that he didn't want to use his full strength, but rather that his opponent's movements were too fast, and he simply didn't have time to gather his momentum.

However, the palm strike missed its mark.

Wanwan's figure shattered the moment the palm strike touched her, like the moon's reflection in water being scattered by a pebble.

Afterimage.

Shi Long's heart sank, and he turned around abruptly.

A white ribbon silently wrapped around her from behind, soft as a snake, yet strong as steel.

Heavenly Demon Ribbon

With a gentle flick of her finger, Wanwan made the ribbon seem to come alive, moving, wrapping, and tightening around the stone dragon.

Shi Long was shocked. He suddenly pushed his arms outward and unleashed his full innate true energy.

The ribbon was stretched open for a moment.

But it was only for a moment.

With a gentle flick of her other hand, Wanwan sent a second ribbon flying out from her sleeve. It intertwined with the first ribbon, forming a supple net that enveloped Shi Long completely.

"Open it!"

Shi Long roared, his true energy surging out like a tide, trying to break free from the seemingly soft silk.

But those ribbons seemed to weigh a million pounds, and no matter how much he struggled, they didn't budge.

Not only that, the ribbon was also being tightened continuously.

From the shoulders to the waist and abdomen, from the waist and abdomen to the legs, it wraps around and around, getting tighter and tighter, like a giant python slowly strangling its prey.

Shi Long's face turned bright red, the veins on his forehead bulged, and his arms were firmly bound to his sides, so he couldn't even move his fingers.