Chapter 1509

Chapter 1509: Goddess Meng Yao

A long-forgotten feeling of shame surged through Ouyang Jinwei’s heart once again. The heavy pressure of being overshadowed by such talent caused Ouyang Jinwei to tightly purse her lips. The image of a frail figure consumed by hate resurfaced in her mind.

Standing elegantly beside her, Li Ling, too, seemed to see the figure of a fearless young man who had faced the Sacred Mountain’s test. "He is Su Yi!" Li Ling confidently murmured to herself.

At that moment, a group of Sacred Mountain guards rushed in from behind. With Ouyang Jinwei’s command, she angrily shouted, "Catch those three people! Don’t let a single one escape!"

"Kid, you’ve got guts! Let’s go!" The powerful member of Fuyao Sect gave Su Yi a cold and sinister glance.

"Boom!"

Two powerful members of Fuyao Sect glanced at Ouyang Jinwei, a wicked smile tugging at the corners of their mouths. They generated a sudden surge of energy beneath their feet, transforming into blurred figures in midair, and breaking through the wall.

"Want to leave!"

"Whoosh!"

Su Yi’s energy surged beneath his feet. Just as the people from Sacred Mountain charged towards him, he used Cloud Shadow Tread Frost Step. A crystal quietly emerged, scattering crystalline fragments as Su Yi disappeared on the spot, not leaving behind even a trace of his figure.

Only the Sacred Mountain guards remained standing in their original spots, turning around in confusion. Ouyang Jinwei and Li Ling both widened their eyes in surprise.

"Where are they?! How did they suddenly disappear?!" Ouyang Jinwei shouted loudly. Her golden glow radiated from head to toe, her slender and fair hands clenched tightly, containing a ferocious force that created a huge pit on the floor of the hall.

"Such powerful speed and agility!" Li Ling was completely astonished. Even Su Yi, whom he currently faced, possessed an unearthly level of strength. Among their peers, there was no one who could rival him.

Ouyang Jinwei’s face darkened. Except for members of Sacred Mountain, everyone else had already fled due to the chaos. Meng Yao from Black Mist Underground House and the little figure in a black robe were nowhere to be found.

"Did you think that boy just now resembled someone, Sister Li Ling?" Ouyang Jinwei turned her head, her eyes filled with doubt.

A barely perceptible ripple flashed across Li Ling’s stunning face as she softly replied, "No, it doesn’t resemble anyone, Martial Sister. What’s wrong?"

"It’s nothing, I just feel really angry at that jerk!"

Ouyang Jinwei said firmly, "If it’s really Su Yi, I will feel even more serious. With the upcoming Sky Wind Ranked Battle, Su Yi’s strength has grown so much that I fear I won’t be able to seek revenge on the Ouyang family in the future."

Li Ling felt shocked and thoughtful as she watched Su Yi leave. She thought to herself, "No wonder Sister Lui values him so much. At such a young age, with such talent, there is hardly anyone on Sacred Mountain who can compare."

"Everyone listen up! Before dawn, block all the roads and passes within a thousand-mile radius centered around Baicao Mountain. Find those three individuals for me! But remember not to disturb tomorrow’s academy ceremony!"

"Yes!"

Near Baicao Mountain, there are still a few hours until dawn.

The night sky was like a chessboard adorned with stars. The constellations moved, and in the distance, majestic green mountains rose and fell like waves.

As if veiled in mist, the Milky Way illuminated countless patches of the ground, casting a mottled pattern.

At the ferry crossing in the Central Region, the water shimmered, and the crescent moon hung diagonally.

The mountains on the other side are very quiet and peaceful, and the moonlight shines on the water, creating ripples.

The endless sea enjoys the kiss of moonlight. A woman and a few short figures wearing black robes are standing at the ferry, getting ready to leave. Their clothes are fluttering in the night breeze.

With flowing clouds and mist, a woman with delicate shoulders, a slim waist, a graceful neck, and fair, frosty skin appeared. It was Meng Yao, who had changed her appearance.

"Miss, it’s time to go back!"

The little figure, who had just taken off its black robe, respectfully said to Meng Yao.

Meng Yao’s lips were red and thin, tender and watery like a blooming fire lotus. Her ethereal and elegant demeanor resembled a dancing Rainbow Butterfly. She seemed like a fairy among humans, without a trace of coquettishness from before.

"Why go back?" Meng Yao’s eyelashes curved slightly, her flawless skin seemed to radiate light as she smiled.

"If you don’t go back soon, the Lord will worry about you!"

The little figure bent down even deeper, its tiny body almost touching the ground.

Meng Yao was filled with a unique and graceful energy, and instantly changed her expression, saying, "Hmph! That old man is worried about me! He probably only cares for his favorite little one!"

"Miss, you must not say that! The master loves you very much!"

The little black robe hurriedly said, and the few short guards behind him prostrated themselves on the ground, afraid to respond to Meng Yao’s words.

"That was before! You all are scared of him! He’s just a disgusting old man who lusts after beauty!" Meng Yao’s face became rosy with excitement.

Seeing that the little black robe and the others dared not speak anymore, Meng Yao pursed her lips lightly and snorted with a cute little nose.

"If you admire him so much, you should go back! Don’t follow me anymore!"

"Miss, how can you say that? We are your people in life and in death!" The people behind the little black robe all answered sincerely, their eyes full of trust.

Hearing this, Meng Yao’s eyes glowed with satisfaction, and she said contentedly, "That’s good then. You all must remember, you are not that disgusting old man’s people! After the incident at Sacred Mountain, it will probably be difficult to find that thing. You all should hide first, and I will go find it myself!"

"Miss, the master said to take good care of you!" The little black robe looked worried.

Meng Yao’s mouth showed a hint of disdain, and he softly said, "This land is not worth my intervention!"

"Whoosh!"

Shimmering water ripples appeared, and sparkling water droplets fell, but there was no sign of Meng Yao, only a faint graceful figure remained.

In the quiet night sky, lights twinkled in the distant Central Region city.

In the blink of an eye, Meng Yao stood at the highest point of the city wall, like a moon goddess. The evening breeze gently lifted his dress, giving him a sense of grace and holiness. Unlike the saintly aura of the Sacred Mountain, at less than twenty years old, he exuded a profound and heavy charm.

"That kid is quite interesting! Could he be Su Yi?" Meng Yao looked at the stacked mountains in the distance and lightly nodded his cherry lips with a faint smile.

"Finally, there are some interesting things on this land," Meng Yao squinted his eyes, recalling Su Yi’s heroic appearance when he saved him and his fierce battle with the Fuyao Sect. He couldn’t help but laugh.

Once again, Meng Yao disappeared from the city wall in the evening breeze, as if he were a spirit.

Baicao Mountain faced the Central Region city from afar.

On top of a mountain range, a clear stream flowed from the depths of flowers and trees, emitting a sacred aura.

The whole city of Central Region was in sight. Two middle-aged men, dressed differently from the people in Central Region, held a glass box tightly in their hands. They stared at the Nine Orifice Life Leaf in front of them. They were the two people who had just escaped from Fuyao Sect.

The moonlight was like a shining light. The green dots inside the glass box emitted a dazzling energy of nature.

Watching the bright and shiny light, the thin old man couldn’t put it down. He was very excited.