Mor Wenjie walked alongside Huang Ling'er, carefully stepping on the slippery stone path. Frequent, clear bird chirps echoed in their ears. Surrounded by tall trees with lush foliage, sunlight cast delicate patches of light and shadow through the leaves, as if a painting with contrasting shades!
Mor Wenjie suddenly stopped, listening carefully. Huang Ling'er looked at him with suspicion, ready to ask a question, when Mor Wenjie made a gesture for silence with his hand. He saw his eyes sharpening and his right hand slowly raising, a faint spirit force flickering at the tip of his finger. Huang Ling'er immediately realized that there might be danger approaching and also became alert.
At this moment, a creature resembling a large fox but with a massive body erupted from the nearby shrubbery, opening its massive maw to pounce on the two. Mor Wenjie shouted loudly, and his spiritual power shot out of his hand, hitting the beast's head. However, the beast merely shook its head and pounced even more fiercely.
Huang Ling'er closed her eyes and formed a spiritual seal with her hands, muttering incantations. Numerous vines sprouted from the ground, entangling the beast's limbs. Mor Wenjie seized this opportunity, concentrating all his spiritual power in his palm and pushing out a powerful wind blast. This time, he directly sent the beast flying out, crashing heavily into a large tree and falling silent. The two looked at each other, sighing with relief, and continued along the stone path, their steps now more cautious as they prepared for any unknown dangers that might lurk in this mysterious forest.
Huang Ling'er, with her beautiful eyes glancing at the Mor Wenjie beside her, her lips slightly parted, "My husband, according to my opinion, you might as well bring along Jiang Yurou, Xiao Yawen, Ding Yan, Tuoba Yingying, Qin Xiaodie and Cao Chunling. This place is full of danger; it's exceptionally dangerous. If we just let them walk into this mysterious forest alone, it's likely that their safety will not be effectively ensured!" She couldn't help but slightly frown and show a worried expression after speaking.
After hearing this, Mor Wenjie furrowed his brow slightly, pondered for a moment, and said, "Ling'er, what you say makes sense, but this place is too dangerous. It's very inconvenient for me to take them along by myself, and having more people with us makes it easier to reveal our target."
Huang Ling'er gently pulled on Mor Wenjie's sleeve, coaxing him like a child, "Husband, we can use an invisibility array to protect everyone. As long as we're careful, there won't be any problems. Moreover, these sisters are all cultivators who can assist us in some way."
Mor Wenjie's heart stirred slightly, and he felt Huang Ling'er's words were also reasonable. At this moment, a melodious flute sound suddenly came from afar. The sound of the flute seemed to have a magical effect, making people unconsciously relax their guard.
Mor Wenjie hurriedly practiced his cultivation to resist, shouting to Huang Ling'er, "Be careful, this is the sound of a soul-enchanting flute; there must be someone with malicious intent." Huang Ling'er also quickly gathered her spirits, standing back-to-back with Mor Wenjie and vigilantly scanning their surroundings. Suddenly, a thick fog enveloped them, rapidly reducing visibility.
Mor Wenjie tightly clenched his fist, and the veins on his hand showed prominently. He spoke in a low voice, "This time, it seems that the trouble has really found us." There was a hint of unease and tension in his words. Standing by the side, his companions couldn't help but speed up their heartbeats and begin to sweat profusely on their forehead.
At this moment, the thick fog enveloped the surroundings, like a mysterious veil covering the whole world. The fog was so dense that it made it almost impossible to see even one meter ahead, leaving only a white expanse.
Amid the oppressive atmosphere, suddenly several indistinct figures began to emerge from the depths of the thick fog. They moved towards Mor Wenjie and his companions like phantoms, silently and slowly.
As these figures came closer, it became clear that they were tall and imposing, with heavy steps that made the ground shake slightly with each step they took.
Mor Wenjie's heart skipped a beat and he muttered under his breath, "Oh no!" He quickly tightened his expression, without hesitation, stretched out his hand and pulled Huang Ling'er back behind him. Following that, he swiftly adjusted his body position, spread his feet slightly apart with shoulders-width distance, bent his knees slightly while lowering his center of gravity, clenched his fists, naturally hanging by the sides of his body. At the same time, his eyes grew sharper and focused on the potential dangers ahead. His whole being exuded a powerful aura as if he could burst into incredible strength at any moment and enter a combat state.
As the figures moved closer, Mor Wenjie recognized them as a group of cultivators dressed in black robes. The leader held a flute that emitted a faintly luminous glow, presumably the one who had played the soul-enchanting flute earlier.
Mor Wenjie roared, "Who are you and why have you set a trap here?" The man sneered coldly: "Hand over the spiritual crystals on your bodies, or today will be the day of your deaths."
Mor Wenjie coldly snorted, "If you want spiritual crystals, it's up to you to earn them." After saying that, he charged forward first, landing a powerful punch with his fists that contained spiritual power, directly hitting the leader. The other side dodged nimbly and ordered his subordinates to attack Mor Wenjie. Huang Ling'er also wasn't weak either; she swung her hands, releasing numerous ice blades towards the enemy.
Mor Wenjie fought against many with no disadvantage, his form swift and each attack aimed at one person. However, with so many opponents, it became evident that Mor Wenjie was starting to tire out.
Seeing this, Huang Ling'er bit her tongue, spat out a mouthful of essence blood, and infused it into the formation. Instantly, numerous thorny spikes shot towards the enemies. This caused the black-robed cultivators to be thrown into disarray. The leader, angry, focused all his effort in blowing the flute, sending an invisible sound wave towards Mor Wenjie.
Mo Wenjie's face had turned pale as paper, and large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. But he still gritted his teeth and forced himself to operate the remaining little spiritual power in his body to resist the enemy's fierce attacks. However, this powerful force was something he couldn't easily counterbalance at this time. As the pressure continued to increase, he could only hear a buzzing sound in his ears, followed by a sharp pain, as two red bloodstains slowly oozed from his ear canals.
At this moment, Mo Wenjie keenly caught a slight gap in the enemy's attack. Without hesitation, he reached into his pocket and quickly took out a spell tablet that he had treasured for a long time. This tablet emanated a faint glow, and the mysterious runes drawn on it seemed to contain infinite power. Mo Wenjie threw it in without any hesitation, instantly causing a dazzling burst of light to explode from it, illuminating the entire space instantaneously.
In the blinding light, Mo Wenjie tightly embraced Huang Ling'er beside him, and their figures vanished like ghosts in an instant, disappearing from their original place. The black-robed cultivators were so startled by the sudden change that they stopped what they were doing and began to look around frantically, trying to find any trace of Mo Wenjie and Huang Ling'er.
However, no matter how hard the black-robed cultivators tried, they could never find any trace of Mo Wenjie and Huang Ling'er. Eventually, they had to curse a few times in frustration before turning around and leaving, continuing with their unfinished tasks.
Huang Ling'er's heart tightened as she realized the gravity of their situation. Her beautiful face was now filled with seriousness, her delicate features and fair skin now reflecting a sense of urgency. She urgently grabbed onto her husband's sleeve, her voice slightly trembling as she spoke, "My husband! We must leave immediately! We cannot afford any delay! We must not let Jiang Yurou, Xiao Yawen, Ding Yan, Tuoba Yingying, Qin Xiaodie and Cao Chunling fall into danger and suffer any harm. Today would have been disastrous for us if it hadn't been for you protecting me. I estimate that we might not have been able to safely leave unscathed on our own!"
Mor Wenjie took a deep breath, squeezing Huang Ling'er's hand, "Alright, let's go back quickly." They used their fastest movements to head back. Along the way, Mor Wenjie set up simple warnings and restrictions to prevent any sudden attacks.
Upon arriving at the agreed-upon location, they found no trace of the girls. Mor Wenjie was in a state of panic, searching for clues everywhere. Suddenly, he noticed some peculiar footprints on the ground, like the mark of an ancient cultivation sect.
"Could those be the accomplices of the group of black-robed cultivators?" Huang Ling'er worriedly asked.
Mor Wenjie followed the footprints, soon arriving at a cave. Inside, he could hear faint sounds of fighting. He charged into the cave and saw Jiang Yurou and the other girls fighting against several black-robed cultivators. Without hesitation, Mor Wenjie joined the battle, and Huang Ling'er quickly helped out as well. The group worked in harmony, quickly subduing the black-robed cultivators.
Mor Wenjie's face was filled with concern as he asked, "How exactly did you all end up trapped in this cave?" Jiang Yurou's beautiful eyes twinkled as she slightly furrowed her delicate brows and replied, "We were originally following you all, only to be attacked unexpectedly by a group of vicious villains along the way. The situation quickly became chaotic, and despite our best efforts to resist, we were outnumbered and eventually cornered in this cave."
Upon hearing this, Mor Wenjie hurriedly swept his gaze over everyone present, carefully checking for any injuries. When he saw that they were all unharmed, the worry in his heart finally began to ease, and he let out a long, sigh of relief.
After a brief rest, the group prepared to leave the cave together. Mor Wenjie led the way, holding his sword tightly and carefully exploring the path ahead; while Jiang Yurou and the others followed closely behind, staying alert to their surroundings.
They slowly made their way along the winding mountain path, occasionally hearing eerie winds and the howls of unknown beasts around them. The mysterious forest seemed to be filled with hidden dangers, making everyone feel spine-chilling.
However, Huang Ling'er, Jiang Yurou, and the others felt as though an invisible hand was tightly squeezing their hearts, and fear surged upon them like a wave, almost making them unable to breathe. With each step they took, the eerie and terrifying atmosphere around them felt like a huge net that wrapped around them ever tighter.
Despite this, a powerful force surged from deep within their hearts when the image of escaping from this terrifying place as soon as possible and completely eliminating any potential dangers flashed before their minds. This power burned like flames, instantly dispelling some of the gloom brought by fear.
So, they exchanged glances with one another, finding determination and courage in each other's eyes. They took a deep breath, clenched their teeth, moved their slightly trembling legs, and involuntarily quickened their pace forward...
