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At the entrance of Lingquan Courtyard, the owner, Yuxiu, held the young girl Yunzhen's hand and sighed, saying:

"It's already dark, why don't you stay another day before leaving?"

Yun Zhen stood outside the door, and the little monster perched on her shoulder, but judging from its expression, it was clearly a little unhappy.

"My father will be back in a couple of days, and I need to hurry back and repair his sacred field."

Yuxiu nodded, then looked at the little sprite and said:

"Listen carefully to Miss's instructions and repair the spirit field. If anything goes wrong, you will be held solely responsible..."

The little sprite nodded sadly, not daring to speak.

Yun Zhen glanced at it sideways and threatened:

"If this little thing dares not to put in any effort, I'll hand it over to the alchemy hall and just turn it into a large potion..."

Upon hearing this, the little monster turned deathly pale and trembled all over.

Yuxiu smiled and said:

"It would be a waste to train it now..."

"Alright, it's getting late, let's head back."

Having said that, she turned to look at the empty street outside the inn, her tone chilling:

"Take good care of the young lady. If you dare to slack off in the slightest, you know the consequences."

A few moments later, several echoes resounded in the empty street.

"Disciple obeys..."

Yunzhen smiled and waved to Yuxiu.

"Auntie, I'm leaving now. I'll come see you again next time..."

Yu Xiu nodded, watching Yun Zhen slowly walk away until she disappeared from sight on the street. Only then did she sigh softly and return to the inn.

On the street, Yun Zhen grabbed the little monster's little tuft of hair from its head and pulled it off its shoulder. Holding it in her hand, she brought it close to her face and chuckled:

"Little thing, why don't you come with me from now on? My bath is just missing a bit of spiritual energy."

The little sprite grimaced in pain, but dared not refuse, and could only pitifully say:

"I can't make that decision, Miss, you should ask Madam..."

"Smack..."

"Ouch...it hurts..."

Yun Zhen immediately raised her hand and slapped him across the face.

A bright red handprint immediately appeared on the little monster's face, but it quickly disappeared.

"Pain? Your body is made of spiritual energy, how can you feel pain?"

Yun Zhen sneered.

The little spirit dared not speak. Its body was indeed formed from condensed spiritual energy, but that did not mean it was indestructible. In fact, in some ways, its physique was even inferior to that of a martial artist at the third level of the Heavenly Realm.

However, it never dared to utter a single word of sophistry when facing Yun Zhen.

Because Yunzhen is the master's most precious person, someone he cherishes more than his own life.

If she dares to resist, her master might really make Yunzhen refine her into a great medicine.

"Tch, just a little imp. If Auntie hadn't said you weren't ready yet, I could have wiped you out with a single word..."

After saying that, Yun Zhen carried the little monster forward as if it were a kitten or puppy, completely ignoring the pain it was in from having its hair pulled.

Before long, the entrance to the palace leading to the blessed land of Lingze came into view.

The little monster, whose face had been contorted in pain, suddenly quieted down, staring blankly ahead with a look of confusion and fear in its eyes.

Yun Zhen was perfectly normal and did not notice anything unusual.

The little monster's expression grew increasingly terrified and complex.

"Wait...Miss...stop..."

Unexpectedly, Yunzhen slapped it again and scolded it:

"Quiet down..."

Just then, an invisible barrier flashed by.

Yun Zhen and the little monster vanished instantly.

At the same time, all those who had been secretly protecting her changed their expressions drastically and flew in from all directions, landing on the street and frantically searching for her.

"Miss...Miss?"

Seven or eight experts at the seventh or eighth level of cultivation searched the area, but found nothing.

Yun Zhen vanished into thin air right under their noses.

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Yun Zhen's heart skipped a beat, and she couldn't help but turn around and look.

I felt a little strange, as if I had been in a daze for a moment, and something seemed to have happened around me.

Looking back, nothing seems to have changed, whether in front of me or around me.

But when she looked down at her hands, she found that her hands, which had been holding the little monster's hair, were now empty.

"Huh? Where did that beast go?"

Yun Zhen looked puzzled. It was clearly in her hand just a moment ago, but it had disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Little thing? Little thing? I'm warning you, if you don't come out, I'll have my aunt refine you into a great medicine and throw you into a furnace to suffer the torment of being burned by flames day and night."

Yunzhen's voice echoed through the empty streets.

No one responded to her.

The little sprite seemed to have vanished into thin air.

Yun Zhen's eyes slowly changed; she finally realized something was wrong.

"Are you all dead? Get out here for me..."

Yun Zhen shouted sternly.

But there was still no response from the empty streets.

Only her own voice echoed in the distance.

It seemed that not only the little sprite, but the entire city became deserted in that instant, leaving her alone in the entire Qingyun City.

"What happened? Where are they?"

Yun Zhen finally felt scared. If the little monster's sudden disappearance could be because it had escaped, then the sword guards who were secretly protecting her could not possibly have disappeared as well.

Therefore, there is only one possibility: she has been targeted by an extremely terrifying expert.

But in Qingyun City, what masters are there who can surpass the Qingyun Sword Sect?

Yun Zhen patted her waist, and with a flash of sword light, the longsword was already in her hand.

He then reached into his collar and pulled out a jade pendant, holding it in his other hand.

Seeing this, Li Daoxuan, standing in the shadows, couldn't help but sigh:

"Wow, she casually pulls out a protective treasure of celestial weapon level. No wonder she is the granddaughter of the Holy Lord."

In his arms, a small figure was curled up, trembling.

Li Daoxuan smiled and pinched its cheek, comforting it:

"Don't be afraid, you should be able to feel that I won't hurt you..."

The little sprite, still filled with terror, pointed to Yun Zhen not far away and said:

"And...what about her?"

Li Daoxuan looked at Yun Zhen, his gaze gradually turning cold.

Whether she lives or dies is up to her...

At this point, Li Daoxuan turned his head and glanced in the direction of the Qingyun Sword Sect, murmuring:

"The Six Jia Qi Men method should be able to cover things up for a while..."

As she spoke, Yunzhen was on the verge of a mental breakdown and began to cry and scream desperately.

However, in the illusory space created by the Six Jia Qi Men, her voice and figure would not be noticed by outsiders at all.

Yunzhen could only run desperately, trying to escape this bizarre world.

In the dim night, the moonlight cast her shadow in front of her, as if another Yunzhen hiding in the shadows was guiding her step by step toward the abyss.

Yun Zhen didn't know how long she had been running, but the familiar Qingyun City before her eyes was becoming more and more unfamiliar.

Suddenly, a villa appeared before her, with faint lights shining from within.

Yunzhen didn't remember what the courtyard looked like, so she could only follow her instinct to yearn for light and went inside.