Xiao Wenjie was in the middle of a group of women with various styles, and the atmosphere was slightly subtle. Ding Qingyao had a gentle expression, occasionally looking at Xiao Wenjie, as if hiding a faint affection; Huang Ling'er was agile and lively, like an uneasy little bird hopping up and down in the crowd; Jiang Yurou had a crisp temperament, like a plum blossom standing alone, quietly exuding an aura that repelled others.
Xiao Yawen was calm and wise, her sharp eyes observing the group as if pondering something. Ding Yan carried a hint of bashfulness, quietly surveying everything around. Tuo Baying was enthusiastic and unrestrained, her laughter resounding, bringing a touch of vitality to the slightly oppressive atmosphere. Qin Xiaodie appeared pitifully lovely, her eyes conveying weakness, prompting an irresistible feeling of sympathy. Cao Chunling was mature and steady, exuding elegance in every gesture. The Golden Silkworm Fairy exuded a mysterious aura that was hard to fathom. Ling Xue had icy beauty with jade-like bones, stunningly beautiful and captivating the soul.
While Lu Chuan Dong stood beside Mo Wenjie and patted his shoulder, he whispered, "Surrounded by so many women, you had better be careful."
Mo Wenjie sighed bitterly and shook his head. These women had their own thoughts, some had come for love, and others might have had other purposes. He knew that the days ahead would not be calm. In the face of this complicated relationship and unknown circumstances, he took a deep breath and quietly decided to stay alert, protect those who needed protecting, and face all the challenges that were about to come.
Mo Wenjie was thinking when suddenly the sky underwent an unusual movement. Dark clouds gathered, and there were faint flashes of lightning. The women all showed expressions of fear. Mo Wenjie looked up and felt something amiss in his heart; this power was far from ordinary.
At this moment, a large shadow shot down from the clouds at an incredible speed, and it was a huge eagle. As its wings spread, it covered the sky and blocked out the sun, and its scream pierced everyone's eardrums. Mo Wenjie gathered his spiritual energy in his palm, preparing to face the challenge.
Ding Qingyao looked anxiously at Mo Wenjie and whispered softly, "Be careful." The other women also took defensive poses. The eagle swooped down, and Mo Wenjie's figure flickered, leaping into the air to dance around with it. However, this eagle was extremely cunning and powerful. After a few exchanges, Mo Wenjie was finding himself at a disadvantage.
At this moment, the silent Jin Can Fairy acted. With both hands sealing the symbols, countless golden silkworm threads shot toward the eagle, instantly entangling part of its body.
Taking advantage of the moment, Mo Wenjie unleashed his ultimate move, a bolt of spiritual light striking a vital spot on the eagle. The eagle let out a despairing cry and fled in disarray. As Mo Wenjie landed, the women gathered around him, making the atmosphere even more delicate. Mo Wenjie knew that this was just the beginning.
Just as Mo Wenjie was about to break the awkward silence, the ground shook violently. A mountain in the distance slowly split open, and out of it emerged a large number of demons. They all held sharp weapons and had fierce expressions. Mo Wenjie's eyebrows furrowed, realizing that the real danger had arrived.
The women immediately gathered around Mo Wenjie, forming a protective circle. Mo Wenjie scanned the group, and loudly declared, "Everyone unite and we will certainly repel them." He charged ahead into the ranks of demons first. Mo Wenjie unleashed powerful spells, flames flying all over, many demons turning to ash. Ding Qingyao waved her silk ribbon to entangle a cluster of demons, while the other women displayed their own powers.
But the number of demons was overwhelming, seemingly endless. Mo Wenjie felt the pressure mounting, and just then, a mysterious force surged within him. It turned out that a hidden spiritual source he had cultivated earlier was activated, greatly enhancing his strength. With a wave of his hands, a massive wave of spiritual energy spread out, causing the demons to fall in large numbers. The remaining demons, seeing the situation worsening, retreated back into the mountains.
Mo Wenjie breathed a sigh of relief, and the women also relaxed their tense nerves. However, they all knew that there would be more challenges waiting for them in the future.
Mo Wenjie slowly closed his eyes, and as he exhaled the stagnant air, his chest relaxed gradually, as if the pressure accumulated in his body had also dispersed. His shoulders slumped slightly, and the tense muscles finally loosened up.
The originally tense expressions of the women also gradually relaxed. The hands that had been tightly clutching their clothes' hems slowly loosened, and the fine sweat that had beaded on their foreheads due to tension dried in the breeze. They looked at each other, and from each other's eyes, they saw the relief of having survived a perilous situation.
However, after the brief moment of ease, a somber atmosphere began to creep back into the air once again. They all understood that this was just a brief pause in their long journey. On the road ahead, the unknown challenges lurked like fierce beasts hiding in the darkness, ready to pounce at any moment and deliver a heavy blow.
The next challenge might come from a mysterious and unpredictable environment, fraught with lethal dangers at every turn; or it might be from a powerful and mysterious opponent with abilities that are hard to counter. But no matter what, they have no other choice but to brave forward with determination.
Mo Wenjie slowly opened his eyes, which had been tightly closed for quite some time, and the once dull eyes now blazed with an unyielding light. This light burned with the intensity of a raging fire and shone brightly, as if capable of piercing through boundless darkness and fog.
He turned his head slowly towards the women beside him, each one of them showing a determined expression, silently gazing at him. Mo Wenjie took a deep breath and then said in a steady and powerful voice, "Ladies, whatever hardships and dangers, storms and hardships that await us ahead, we will stand together side by side and face them together!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the women nodded vigorously in agreement and support of Mo Wenjie's words. They looked at each other, and the trust and determination in their eyes intertwined, instantly coalescing into a formidable force that was invincible.
At this moment, time seemed to stand still, and the entire world appeared to be left with Mo Wenjie and Ding Qingyao, Huang Ling'er, Jiang Yurou, Xiao Yawen, Ding Yan, Tuo Baying, Qin Xiaodie, Cao Chunling, the Golden Silkworm Fairy, Ling Xue, and Liu Chuandong—their group and that intangible yet extraordinarily powerful sense of unity. Everyone was fully prepared; whether the path ahead was rough or filled with thorns, they were fearless because they knew that as long as they stood together in unity, there was nothing that could not be overcome.
At this moment, time seemed to stand still, and the entire world appeared to be left with Mo Wenjie and Ding Qingyao, Huang Ling'er, Jiang Yurou, Xiao Yawen, Ding Yan, Tuo Baying, Qin Xiaodie.
Sunlight filters through the scattered leaves, casting a delicate glow on them. Mo Wenjie stands quietly, his eyes slowly moving across the several women. His heart is filled with mixed emotions. Ding Qingyao's expression is gentle and affectionate, with a hint of concern in her eyes and a subtle upturn of her lips that seems to conceal boundless tenderness. Huang Ling'er is lively and spirited, her big eyes twinkling mischievously, carrying a trace of playfulness, and even when she's calm down at this moment there's an unusual docility about her. Jiang Yurou's temperament is cool and composed like an orchid in an isolated valley. Her fair complexion carries a faint indifference yet it cannot hide the underlying warmth in her eyes.
Xiao Yawen's mouth is carrying a faint smile, elegant and generous, her every movement exuding intellectual charm. She silently gazes at Mo Wenjie, as if she has a thousand words to say. Ding Yan's eyes are resolute, revealing a streak of stubbornness, staring directly at Mo Wenjie as if to etch his features into her heart. Tuobaying is dressed in an exotic style, bright and charming, her eyes fiery and daring, not hiding her emotions at all.
Gentle micro-winds were like an invisible hand, caressing every leaf in the trees. The leaves quivered slightly, making a soft and crisp rustling sound, as if nature itself was playing a serene symphony. However, this once peaceful atmosphere was shattered by the sudden rustling sound that came next.
Mo Wenjie stood there quietly, taking a deep breath, feeling the cool air with a hint of chill slip into his lungs through his nostrils. His gaze slowly swept over the group of women with their distinct personalities, and a complex mix of emotions welled up in his heart.
They each have a unique personality, with some as fiery as blooming flowers in summer, some as gentle as the warm breeze in spring, and others as cold and stylish as the frost-covered plum blossoms in winter. However, without exception, they all left their deep and indelible marks on Mo Wenjie's life journey.
At this moment, time seemed to have stopped, and everything around them became so quiet and slow. Mo Wenjie knew that any choice he would make next would be like a stone dropped into a lake, creating ripples that could have far-reaching consequences on the future.
And in this brief moment of stillness, Mo Wenjie felt as if he were in a space cut off from the world, where only he and the women before him existed. This period of time might become one of the most precious moments he would never forget in his life, deeply etched into the depths of his memory.
As Mo Wenjie was immersed in this scenario, a melodious flute sound came from afar. The flute tune was ethereal and winding, yet it held an inexplicable magic that made the women instinctively walk towards the source of the sound.
As they walked, they arrived at a valley enveloped in mist. In the valley, an old man sat cross-legged on a large rock, with white hair and an aura of cultivation. Mo Wenjie stepped forward, clasping his hands in a bow and asked, "Venerable, is this flute sound played by you? Is there any profound meaning?" The old man smiled slightly as his gaze swept over the women. "Mo Wenjie, you bear special auspiciousness, and these women have deep connections with you. But your path ahead will be fraught with difficulties."
Mo Wenjie quickly asked, "Please, allow me to understand." The old man pointed to the sky, "There will be a significant change in the celestial phenomena shortly. At that time, the evil spirits will be prevalent. To resolve it, you need to find the five divine instruments. And these women correspond to the opportunities of each divine instrument."
The women were shocked upon hearing this. Mo Wenjie's eyes were determined, "Thank you, Venerable, for informing us. No matter how difficult it is, we will try our best." The old man nodded and his figure gradually faded away. Mo Wenjie turned to the women, "There is no time to waste. Let's set out." The women replied in unison, so they embarked on the journey to find the divine instruments.
