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Chapter 133 First Visit to the Immortal Palace Meets a Formidable Enemy, Wisdom and Courage Break Th

The passage behind the cave entrance was winding and twisting, the darkness like thick ink, swallowing up all the light.

Riding on Xiao Ling, Dai Yao cautiously groped her way forward in the endless darkness.

Her eyes struggled to adjust to the darkness, but she could only see a small, blurry area. The surroundings were so quiet that only the faint sound of Xiao Ling's hooves and her own heartbeat could be heard. She glanced back every now and then, her eyes blinking anxiously in the darkness, urging, "Hurry up, hurry up! If you dawdle, someone else will snatch all the treasures!" The mysterious figure shook his head helplessly and followed closely behind, his footsteps echoing somewhat muffledly in the passage. Xiao Meng, however, clung tightly to his clothes, her small hands trembling slightly, murmuring softly, "It's so dark here, I'm a little scared..." Her voice, trembling with fear, drifted gently through the darkness.

Before she could finish speaking, the scene before her suddenly opened up. The intense light stung Dai Yao's eyes, and she instinctively squinted before slowly opening them again.

A magnificent palace suddenly appeared before them. Its jade towers shimmered dazzlingly in the sunlight, and the exquisite patterns on the carved beams and painted rafters seemed to come alive, so lifelike. Dai Yao couldn't help but exclaim, "Wow, no wonder it's a celestial palace! This decor is like a deluxe KTV private room plus version!"

Before she could finish her exclamation, a cold voice pierced the entire hall like a sharp arrow: "Trespassing on the Immortal Palace, death!" The voice echoed in her ears, carrying a chilling aura.

A man clad in silver armor, wielding a long spear, descended from the sky with a group of guards. Their landing was heavy, raising a cloud of dust. The man exuded an icy aura, like ancient ice; even from a distance, Dai Yao could feel a chill wash over her, causing her to shiver. He was none other than the captain of the Celestial Palace's guards.

"Wow, that entrance was pretty cool!" Dai Yao couldn't help but exclaim, her voice echoing in the empty hall. "But this is so unfriendly!" Dai Yao frowned and said, feeling as if the air around her had solidified, a powerful sense of oppression pressing down on her like a heavy object, making it difficult for her to breathe.

"Heh, I thought it was someone important, but it's just a few ignorant lackeys." A mocking voice rang out. Dai Yao looked in the direction of the voice and saw Xuan Yuanming swaggering over with several men. Their footsteps echoed in the hall, and Xuan Yuanming wore a disdainful smile, as if he were looking at ants.

"You think you can get your hands on the treasures of the Immortal Palace? You're really overestimating yourselves!" Xuan Yuanming's voice carried a hint of contempt.

"Oh, isn't this Young Master Xuanyuan!" Dai Yao greeted him with a smile, but her eyes held a hint of provocation. "Long time no see, how have you been!"

Xuanyuan Ming snorted coldly: "Enough nonsense! You won't escape today!" He turned to look at the captain of the guard, his eyes filled with a hint of gloom, and said in a low voice: "Captain, why don't we join forces and deal with these troublesome guys first?" As he spoke, his voice reverberated in the hall.

The captain of the guard gave Dai Yao and the others a cold look, his eyes like icy blades. He then looked at Xuan Yuanming and slowly said, "Very well..." His voice was completely flat, like a machine.

Watching the two of them exchange their banter, Dai Yao's lips curled into a meaningful smile. "Oh dear, this atmosphere... it's suddenly getting a bit... like a battleground?" Facing this sudden "double attack," Dai Yao showed no fear whatsoever; instead, her smile widened. With one hand on her hip and the other pointing at Xuan Yuanming, she exclaimed dramatically, "Oh my goodness, Young Master Xuan Yuan, your face-changing speed is faster than flipping through a book! Just a few days ago you were calling me 'Sister Dai Yao,' and today you're turning your back on me? With that kind of face-changing speed, it's a real waste of your talent not to perform Sichuan opera face-changing!" Her clear, resonant voice echoed throughout the hall.

She then turned to the captain of the guard, looking him directly in the eye, her tone slightly mocking: "Brother, you'd better open your eyes wide and see clearly, this young master Xuanyuan is no good! He just wants to use you! Once he gets the treasure, he'll kick you aside first, and then you'll have nowhere to cry!"

The captain of the guard remained expressionless, but a barely perceptible hesitation flashed in his eyes. He narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he were pondering Dai Yao's words.

Enraged, Xuan Yuanming's face flushed red, his eyes widened, and he pointed at Dai Yao, cursing, "You brat, stop trying to sow discord here! I think you're tired of living!" With that, he changed his hand seals, and a fierce attack shot straight towards Dai Yao. The attack carried a whistling sound, like a venomous snake baring its fangs.

"Holy crap! Is this for real?!" Dai Yao exclaimed in surprise. She dodged the attack by leaping away, feeling it grazed her body and create a gust of air.

The mysterious figure blurred into existence, moving so fast that only a blurry shadow remained, before blocking Dai Yao's path. A longsword had appeared in his hand, its blade gleaming coldly in the sunlight. With a flash of light and a crisp metallic clang, the sword neutralized Xuan Yuanming's attack.

"If you want to touch her, you'll have to get past me first!" The mysterious figure's voice was deep and powerful, seemingly able to penetrate all obstacles and reach everyone's ears.

Xiao Meng watched in stunned silence, her eyes wide open and her mouth agape in an "O" shape. The plot development was just too exciting!

While dodging the attacks, Dai Yao didn't forget to continue "stirring up trouble." Her body nimbly weaved between the attacks, like a nimble swallow. She shouted loudly at Xuan Yuanming, "Oh dear, Young Master Xuan Yuan, don't be in such a hurry! Getting angry makes you wrinkle! Look at you, you already look older than your age, and if you get anxious, you'll look even older!" Her voice carried a hint of mockery as it spread through the air.

Xuanyuan Ming was so angry that his face turned green, and his eyes seemed to spit fire. His attacks became even more ferocious. His attacks were filled with great power, and each swing brought a gust of wind as it rushed towards Dai Yao.

Dai Yao and the mysterious figure worked in perfect harmony, moving with effortless grace during the attacks, like butterflies flitting among flowers. Dai Yao could clearly hear the mysterious figure's breathing, steady and rhythmic, which reassured her. Suddenly, Dai Yao seemed to step on something, making a soft "click" sound. Although the sound was faint amidst the intense fighting, it clearly reached Dai Yao's ears.

"What is that?" Dai Yao looked down and saw a slightly raised stone slab at her feet. She crouched down and carefully examined the area around the slab. She noticed strange symbols carved into it, emitting a faint glow. At the same time, she sensed a faint aura flowing up from beneath the slab. A thought struck her—could it be…?

"Watch out!" the mysterious figure suddenly shouted, his voice filled with tension and worry.

As the mysterious figure shouted, a wisp of sword energy from Xuan Yuanming grazed Dai Yao's cheek. She could feel the coldness and sharpness of the sword energy, leaving a shallow bloodstain on her face. A sharp pain shot through her cheek, and Dai Yao's heart skipped a beat. If it had been any slightly off, her pretty face would have been ruined!

She instinctively gripped the mysterious figure's hand. The warmth of his touch reassured her. His hands were warm and strong, and although the skin was somewhat rough, they gave her a sense of security.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here." The mysterious figure's voice was deep and powerful, like a soothing medicine that could calm all anxieties.

Dai Yao secretly squeezed his hand back, a warm feeling welling up in her heart.

This guy is quite reliable at critical moments!

Just then, Dai Yao suddenly felt a strange energy fluctuation coming from beneath her feet. The fluctuation was like a weak electric current, gently stimulating the soles of her feet. Her cheat code had activated! She keenly sensed that this energy fluctuation pointed to a hidden mechanism.

Dai Yao moved her feet subtly, her eyes quickly scanning her surroundings, and seemingly casually stepped onto an inconspicuous stone slab.

A soft "click" sound, almost drowned out by the sounds of fighting, clearly reached Dai Yao's ears.

Almost simultaneously, the ground shook violently, trembling as if an earthquake were occurring. The ground beneath Xuan Yuanming and the captain of the guard suddenly collapsed, and the soil and rocks beneath their feet crumbled down, catching them off guard and causing them to fall together.

"What's going on?!" Xuan Yuanming's voice, filled with shock and anger, came from below, followed by a dull thud.

"An opportunity!" Dai Yao exclaimed softly, pulling the mysterious figure and Xiao Meng along as they ran deeper into the celestial palace. She gripped their clothes tightly, pulling them along with all her might.

"What are you standing there for! Run!" Dai Yao turned back to call out to Xiao Meng, who was still in a daze, her voice filled with anxiety.

Xiao Meng then realized what was happening and quickly followed. Her steps were a little hurried, making a series of messy footsteps on the ground.

After running a distance, Dai Yao looked back and, confirming that Xuan Yuanming and the captain of the guard wouldn't be able to climb up anytime soon, breathed a sigh of relief. Her shoulders relaxed slightly, and she let out a long sigh.

She turned to look at the mysterious figure, winking playfully: "How about that? Aren't I amazing?"

The mysterious figure looked at the still-dry bloodstains on her face, a hint of heartache flashing in his eyes. He gently reached out and touched Dai Yao's cheek with his cool fingers, carefully wiping away the bloodstains on her face, and whispered, "Be careful next time."

"Okay, okay!" Dai Yao stuck out her tongue, but her eyes fell on the depths of the Immortal Palace, where golden light shimmered, as if hiding some secret.

"Let's go see what treasures we can find!"

The three continued deeper into the celestial palace. The surrounding air grew increasingly cold, the chill like fine, dense ice needles piercing to the bone. An inexplicable sense of oppression enveloped them, as if an invisible pair of eyes were watching them from the darkness.

Suddenly, a sinister laugh echoed through the empty palace. The laugh seemed to come from the deepest hell, cold and terrifying, reverberating in the hall like a ghostly whisper, stirring the nerves of the three.

"Who?" Dai Yao turned around abruptly, her eyes quickly scanning her surroundings, but she saw nothing.

The eerie laughter echoed in the empty hall, rising and falling, like sharp claws scraping across a blackboard, harsh and unpleasant to hear.

"Who's there? Show yourself, you charlatan!" Dai Yao gripped the dagger tightly in her hand, her palms sweaty and the hilt slippery, yet she held on firmly, appearing fearless but secretly a little uneasy. Her heart pounded, and her breathing became rapid.

Xiao Meng was so frightened that she hid behind the mysterious figure, pressing her body tightly against him. Xiao Meng's body trembled slightly, and her teeth chattered.

The mysterious figure remained expressionless, silently protecting Dai Yao behind him, his body like a solid wall. He warily scanned his surroundings, his eyes as sharp as an eagle's.

The hall was empty; apart from the three of them, there seemed to be no other living beings. The echo gradually faded away, and the chilling laughter from before seemed to have been just their hallucination.

"Tch, what a charade!" Dai Yao scoffed, trying to ease the tense atmosphere. "Probably just some old relic's lingering resentment here, feeling lonely and empty, humming a few lines." Although her voice was trying to be calm, a slight tremor could still be heard.

However, no sooner had she finished speaking than a cloud of black mist suddenly appeared on the throne in the center of the hall. The mist churned and rolled like surging waves, emitting a low, howling sound. The black mist slowly condensed into a blurry human figure.

"Hehehe..." That sinister laughter rang out again, this time clearer and more chilling. The sound seemed to drill directly into one's ears and echo in one's mind.

Dai Yao couldn't help but swear: "Holy crap! There really is a ghost!" She grabbed the mysterious figure's arm, her fingers gripping his arm tightly. She could feel the outline of the muscles on his arm and instinctively hid behind him.

Although she is usually very easygoing, she is still a little afraid of these supernatural things.

The mysterious figure grasped her hand in return; his large, strong hand offered her silent comfort.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at the black mist with a wary look in his eyes, and said in a deep voice, "It's not a ghost, it's a spirit."

The black mist gradually dissipated, revealing a beautiful woman dressed in white on the throne. Her face was as pale as paper, and her lips were as black as ink. Her eyes were empty and lifeless, yet they held a strange smile.

"Hehehe... Welcome to my territory..." The woman parted her lips slightly, her voice sharp and piercing, like fingernails scratching glass. The sound echoed in the hall, causing people to frown.

Dai Yao couldn't help but shiver, her body trembling slightly. She complained, "This entrance is so cliché! Can't they come up with something new?" Then she turned to the mysterious figure and muttered, "By the way, can you handle this thing?"

Before the mysterious figure could answer, the woman in white suddenly extended a slender, pale finger, like a cold jade hairpin, pointing it at Dai Yao, and said in a chilling tone, "Your... aura... I want it..."

Dai Yao: "..." This plot feels a bit off?

"Hey! Wait!" Dai Yao quickly raised her hands, gesturing for a pause. "Let's talk this out, no need for physical violence! Look, this Immortal Palace is so big, with so many treasures, we can totally cooperate!"

The woman in white seemed not to hear her words, staring intently at her, her smile growing increasingly eerie...

"Mine... all of them are mine..."