The Game with Fairies

Under the cold moonlight, the silent shadow stood in the middle of the street, as if she had been there from the beginning.

She was cloaked in a black robe, wearing an ice sculpture-like mask, with a voice clearly altered, not her true tone.

The loose black robe draped over her, but when the cold night wind blew, it clung tightly to her body, outlining her full curves and slender waist.

This scene, strangely provocative, was even more enticing than wearing tight clothing.

…The inventor of wind is truly a genius!

Li Muyang blinked, almost doubting what he saw.

After realizing the danger, he kept his Spiritual Vision Eye open to prevent being attacked by illusions.

However, under the Spiritual Vision Eye, which could see through illusions, the black-robed woman’s familiar features were slightly furrowed.

The strange ice sculpture-like mask seemed to have been enchanted with a spell that could conceal one’s aura and shape, a powerful magical item indeed.

Through the ice sculpture mask, Li Muyang’s Spiritual Vision Eye clearly saw the woman’s face beneath.

Isn’t this… Yan Xiaoru?

F*ck!

What is this woman playing at?

Why suddenly jump out and scare people?

Li Muyang looked at the woman in front of him in astonishment, unable to grasp her intentions and not daring to reveal Yan Xiaoru’s identity.

He hesitated, playing along with her role.

“Uh… I am Li Muyang. Senior, do you need me for something?”

If it was just to silence him, there was no need for such trouble…

The woman under the moonlight looked at him with feigned seriousness and said, “Good, since you are Li Muyang, then follow me.”

“I knew your ancestors, and I owe them a favor. I have come to find you to repay that favor from years past.”

“Come with me.”

With that, Yan Xiaoru turned and walked away.

After taking a few steps, she turned back to glance at Li Muyang.

Seeing that Li Muyang obediently followed, the woman beneath the ice sculpture mask breathed a sigh of relief.

The two of them walked one after the other through the streets and alleys, eventually arriving at a secluded and desolate courtyard.

Yan Xiaoru took out a key, opened the gate of the courtyard filled with dust and weeds, and walked in.

Li Muyang also obediently followed her in without showing any fear.

As they entered the courtyard, the gate closed behind them.

Yan Xiaoru, who had been silent the whole way, finally turned around, frowned, and sized up Li Muyang.

“…How can you have no caution at all? I tell you to follow, and you just follow?”

The woman beneath the ice sculpture mask seemed somewhat dissatisfied.

Clearly, Li Muyang’s easygoing compliance displeased her.

Li Muyang responded helplessly, “Senior, with your high cultivation level, if you wanted to harm me, you could have just done it directly. Why bother going through the trouble of taking me away?” Ȓä

“…True,” Yan Xiaoru accepted Li Muyang’s response.

She nodded, then casually waved her hand, and a breeze swept through, blowing all the dust out of the courtyard and away from the house.

Yan Xiaoru then sat down on the clean veranda and looked at Li Muyang in front of her.

“I am a friend of your ancestors, with whom I had some dealings in the past. I have been in seclusion for many years and now that my cultivation has succeeded, I have come back to repay a favor.”

“I heard that the Li Family has produced a male descendant with extraordinary talent, so I have come specially to teach you and make sure you didn’t waste your gift.”

Yan Xiaoru spun a lie riddled with holes.

The ancestors of the Li Family had been simple farmers for seven generations, and it was only in Li Muyang’s father’s generation that someone named Li Damu had obtained a martial arts secret manual by chance, cultivated his body and martial skills, and thus acquired a small fortune in Jiuyuan City.

If the Li Family had known a great cultivator, they wouldn’t have been in such a sorry state.

No normal person would believe such a tall tale.

But looking at the woman in front of him, who seemed somewhat flustered as if it had been quite an effort to come up with this reason, Li Muyang accepted her story with an expression of delighted surprise.

“That’s wonderful! I heard from my parents when I was a child that my ancestors knew an immortal, I never expected it to be you, senior!”

Li Muyang’s acting was not great, but it was more natural and refined than Yan Xiaoru’s.

Beneath the ice sculpture mask, Yan Xiaoru’s expression was somewhat skeptical, as if she was surprised that the Li Family ancestors really knew a cultivator.

But since Li Muyang had said so, she nodded in agreement, feeling justified.

“That’s right, it is indeed me.”

“Now that I have left seclusion and happened to pass by the territory of the Demon Refining Sect, I remembered the karma of the past and came to find you.”

“You are quite clever and wise. Do you have any difficulties in cultivation, or any questions about cultivation that you don’t understand? You can ask me, and I will teach you attentively so that the talent of an old friend’s son does not go to waste.”

Yan Xiaoru spoke pretentiously, playing the role of the mysterious senior quite well.

Although her expression beneath the mask was still aloof, there was a hint of smugness in her eyes and brows.

It seemed that she was happy about successfully deceiving Li Muyang by pretending to be a mysterious senior.

Li Muyang mused to himself, could it be that this aloof and proud female elder was actually so childish behind the scenes?

Tsk… But it did fit her character.

After all, she was the one who, having run out of snacks in a secret realm, was ready to commit suicide.

It didn’t seem to fit with being aloof and proud at all.

Li Muyang smiled and said, “I still don’t know how to address senior.”

Beneath the ice sculpture mask, Yan Xiaoru hesitated slightly.

She bit her lip in thought, her eyes rolling around.

Finally, she said, “I have been in seclusion for many years, and my name is no longer known in the cultivation world. But in the past, people called me the Netherworld Old Demon.”

“So it’s Netherworld Senior. Junior Li Muyang pays his respects.”

After Yan Xiaoru announced her name, Li Muyang immediately seized the opportunity to show his respect with a formal bow.

Yan Xiaoru looked on with satisfaction at his proper demeanor and said, “Good. You are very clever, I like that.”

“As a gift for our first meeting, I’ll give you a flask of Jade Marrow Spiritual Elixir.”

“Drink it here and meditate to refine it, and I will protect you while you do so.”

As she spoke, Yan Xiaoru lightly flipped her right hand and took out a small white porcelain bottle from her Qiankun Ring, tossing it to Li Muyang.

Li Muyang obediently caught it, without suspicion, immediately uncorked and drank it, then sat down to cultivate.

A vast amount of spiritual energy roamed within his body, and under Li Muyang’s refinement, it gradually merged into the sea of qi within his dantian, forming tiny, shining stars within the vortex of qi.

While Li Muyang was cultivating, Yan Xiaoru placed her hand on his shoulder to sense the route of his energy circulation.

Only after Li Muyang had finished his cultivation did Yan Xiaoru speak seriously.

“Your cultivation technique is not of low grade. It is indeed a superior method.”

“But you have been without guidance, haven’t you? There are many friction and errors when the spiritual energy circulates within you, clearly indicating that you have been practicing incorrectly.”

Yan Xiaoru immediately pointed out the problems in Li Muyang’s cultivation of the Netherworld Manual and supervised him on the spot as she corrected them.

Not until Li Muyang had circulated the spiritual energy through its route without any mistakes did Yan Xiaoru let go of him.

“Very good! Although your comprehension is average, you can still understand when taught.”

“From now on, come to this courtyard every night after dark, and I will personally instruct you in cultivation.”

“To possess such a superior technique and yet have no one to guide you, practicing blindly on your own, is simply a waste!”

Yan Xiaoru spoke seriously, and after finishing her speech, she stared intently at Li Muyang, waiting for his reaction.

Li Muyang looked surprised.

“Uh…”

So after all this fuss… your purpose is to instruct me in cultivation?

Couldn’t you have just called me over directly?

Why go through such a big roundabout?

It’s not like you’re a thief, making everything so secretive.

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