In the dense forest, he swiftly shuttled back and forth like an agile monkey, gracefully leaping and maneuvering among the branches with fluid and natural movents.
As he flew, he flexibly turned his head, eyes sharp as a hawk’s, not missing a single hidden corner, carefully searching for Liu Tingting’s whereabouts.
The surrounding leaves rustled in the wind, occasionally accompanied by the clear chirps of birds, and a squirrel joyously hopped among the branches, knocking a few pine cones that fell "thud" on the ground. These sounds interwove to form the unique background of his journey, adding a sense of mystery and tension to his investigation.
His Lightweight Technique was miraculous, every footstep placed with perfect precision, every leap smooth as flowing water, as if he were a spirit born to this mountain forest.
At this mont, Liu Tingting was stealthily hiding deep within the woods.
She crouched low, stepping lightly and carefully like a wild cat preparing to pounce.
Every step she took was cautious, eyes darting left and right, not missing a single rustle of wind or grass.
She was acutely aware of the imnse power of the Vermilion Bird and the White Tiger, treasures she longed for in her dreams. Once acquired, her position within the Shadow Alliance would be unparalleled. If she could ascend to the heavens in the future, she would beco a formidable Immortal in the Immortal Realm.
Her eyes glinted with greed, her mind constantly calculating how to approach those two Auspicious Beasts.
She would sotis hide behind the thick trunk of a large tree, pressing her body close against it, leaving only her eyes exposed to secretly observe the surroundings; other tis, she would tiptoe through the shrubs, branches brushing against her clothes with only the faintest sound, not hindering her advance at all. She racked her brains to bypass Shi Feiyang and the others’ defenses, aiming to get close to the Vermilion Bird and the White Tiger, silently crafting various sches in her mind.
This cunning fox waited in the dark for the perfect mont.
"Iron Flute Scholar" Xiang Kun, "Divine Archer" Miao nlong, and other heroes set out in pairs and threes, masquerading as travelers leisurely enjoying the mountains, chatting and laughing as they strolled casually through the forest.
"Iron Flute Scholar" Xiang Kun held an iron flute, its tallic sheen cold and hard.
He lightly tapped it against his palm, producing a crisp and pleasing "tuk-tuk" sound, footsteps harmonizing with the soft rustle of leaves on the ground, creating a distinctive rhythm. It seed carefree and pleasant, as if he were truly just enjoying the beauty of the forest.
"Divine Archer" Miao nlong carried a bow and arrow on his back, the bow exquisitely made, the string taut, exuding an air of readiness to release a lethal arrow at any mont.
His hands leisurely clasped behind his back, seemingly relaxed and casual, but his eyes were filled with vigilance and focus, like a keen leopard, constantly attentive to every breeze and rustle, not overlooking any trace of Liu Tingting.
Winds from afar, sounds of insects chirping, all were keenly absorbed into their sensory range, any subtle sound could potentially be a critical clue to them.
anwhile, Shi Feiyang remained in place, arms crossed over his broad chest, as if capable of bearing all pressure. His brows furrowed slightly, with faint grooves appearing on his forehead, continuing to attentively refine the details of the plan, preparing for the impending severe challenge. All around him, every natural sound seed silently gathering strength for the forthcoming confrontation, each bird call, each gust of wind, as if notes in the symphony of fate. For several days in a row, no trace of Liu Tingting’s activities was found.
However, Liu Tingting inevitably went out with her Cultivation Race every night.
During the day, Liu Tingting returned to the valley, rejoining the brotherhood of Heroic Sakura Association, ticulously tending to the White Tiger and Vermilion Bird daily, trying to leverage the intimacy built over these few days to completely win their trust.
Now, Liu Tingting gently stroked the smooth-as-satin fur of the White Tiger.
The fur was as smooth as satin, Liu Tingting’s eyes filled with feigned affection, softly muttering from ti to ti: "You all, follow , and you’ll have endless benefits. Once I harness your power and beco a formidable figure in the Immortal Realm, you will bask in glory with as well. I want every Immortal in the Immortal Realm to know my na, to establish unparalleled power in this vast expanse."
Vermilion Bird tilted its head to the side, looking at her with a gleam of understanding, its eyes sparkling with liveliness. Originally, Vermilion Bird and White Tiger greatly disliked Liu Tingting, but since their master Shi Feiyang took no action against her, they also feigned friendliness toward her.
That very late night, Celestial Dragon Mountain was enveloped by dense darkness, as if situated in a vast abyss of blackness, everything silent save for the biting mountain winds crashing through the forest, making sounds like the wails of ghosts and howls of wolves, harsh and terror-inspiring, intensifying the forest’s sinister and eerie atmosphere.
Moonlight struggled to pierce through the thick, ink-like clouds, casting a few weak and wavering beams, sketching mottled silhouettes of trees on the ground, shadows looming as if harboring countless unknown dangers, every shadow potentially concealing a deadly threat.
Liu Tingting, donned in black night-wear, flitted silently through the forest like a swift black flash. Her steps were light as an agile cat, each foot carefully placed on the fallen branches and leaves, not making a single unnecessary sound, as though she was one with the forest.
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