Chapter Twelve: Trapped

Danjun cautiously crept forward, hunched over, carefully feeling her way. She looked around anxiously, the path strewn with uneven stones, making her journey precarious. The thick fog obscured the path ahead, making it difficult to discern.

Her backward step collided with something, causing Danjun to shudder. She turned around abruptly, wildly waving her hands. "Hey, what are you doing?" she exclaimed.

Danjun stopped waving and slowly opened her tightly shut eyes, squinting left and right. Then, a wave of joy washed over her.

Tears of gratitude welled up in Danjun's eyes. Finally, she saw another living being. She hugged Zisang, crying and laughing, then suddenly froze and hid behind her.

"Hey, you need to figure out a way to get out of here. This place is too eerie, and no matter which way we go, we can't seem to leave."

"Tch, if I had a way out, would I have bumped into you?" Zisang's words were firm, giving Danjun the impression that she was completely indifferent, as if she were not involved in the situation at all!

"What are we going to do then? I barely escaped from there, and I don't want to die here." Danjun, with a worried expression, asked quietly from behind.

Zisang, nonchalantly holding her arms, replied calmly, "Dying here is not an option. Every barrier has its weakest point. Once we find it, we might be able to get out."

"Have you found it?" the person behind her asked softly.

"No!" Zisang replied confidently.

Danjun, perched on Zisang's back, asked anxiously, "What if we can't find it? Am I really going to die here?"

Zisang pushed Danjun away with a disdainful look, seeing her cowardly demeanor, but strangely attached to life.

Honestly, she had never seen anyone so afraid of death!

"What's the big deal about dying or not? My life is not meant to end here!"

"This place is too sinister. Finding the weak spot in the barrier is not easy. So, the quickest way is to find the person who cast the barrier and then... break it."

...

On the other side, Nan Xianyi also encountered the same problem. All around him was enveloped in white fog, occasionally accompanied by the seductive laughter of women.

Nan Xianyi cautiously explored forward, ignoring the laughter, which only grew sharper and more piercing.

Suddenly, beautiful women floated around him, dancing gracefully, swaying their bodies slowly towards him...

Their ice-like touch grazed his face and slid down to his neck, then to his chest...

Nan Xianyi's heart burned with intense heat, a sense of restlessness spreading through him.

Sensing something amiss with the mist, Nan Xianyi immediately cast a spell, concentrating his mind and calming his heart.

The woman's jade-like hand lifted his chin, and her fragrant lips slowly met his.

A force surged, and the beautiful woman instantly turned into nothingness.

After a moment, a voice suddenly exploded.

"How dare you destroy my illusion formation!"

Then a woman stepped out from the mist, her steps light as if weightless.

"What nonsense, you set up this formation?" Nan Xianyi said disdainfully, irritated. "Of course! Apart from Princess Yufu of my Yao clan, who else could set up such a magnificent barrier?" Yufu boasted proudly, tilting her chin.

This person had no shame at all? Nan Xianyi admired her shamelessness, as he had never seen anyone more shameless than him.

"Huh, Yao Clan Princess? You dare say that. Everyone knows that in the Yao Realm, all Yao are obedient to the Fox Yao King. With your sharp-tongued appearance, you don't look like a Fox Yao at all." Yufu listened, clearly a little angry, but still proud. "Humph, the Yao Emperor is dead, and the Fox Yao clan's fate is sealed!"

"Moreover... the Yao Emperor has held the position of Fox King for long enough. It's time for a change."

"Of course, if we're talking about the position of the Yao Emperor, it should belong to my noble Bird Clan."

Nan Xianyi, feeling bored, didn't want to talk to her anymore and simply left.

Seeing Nan Xianyi leave like this, Yufu was taken aback.

What's the meaning of this? How dare he ignore me? I'm usually the one ignoring others. When did it become someone else's turn to ignore me?

Feeling annoyed, Yufu stopped Nan Xianyi to vent her anger and shouted.

"How dare you ignore me, Miss Yufu? Beware, I'll call my little demons to swallow you alive."

This person was really difficult to deal with. Nan Xianyi, feeling helpless, said again, "I'm not interested in your Yao world affairs. I just want to leave quickly. Someone outside is waiting for me!"

After hearing this, Yufu smiled again. "You mean someone is waiting for you, Zisang? Hehehe, if that's the case, I advise you to give up. She is probably in great danger by now."

Nan Xianyi's expression suddenly became serious, his voice cold. "What do you mean?"

"Don't you understand? All of this is just a trap, all for the purpose of obtaining the Ten Thousand Demon Order in her hands. With the Ten Thousand Demon Order, I will become the true Yao Emperor."

Nan Xianyi stared straight at the person in front of him, his clear eyes filled with a hint of coldness and a hint of killing intent, sending shivers down Yufu's spine involuntarily.

Yufu couldn't help shivering.

"What... what are you going to do?"

Nan Xianyi remained silent, only raising his eyes faintly, a flash of sharpness passing through them.

The sound of unsheathing a sword "shasha" echoed, and the sharp blade bore the bloodthirsty eyes.

On the other side, Yufu's expression changed from fear to disbelief.

He... actually broke the barrier! Who is he, just a minor Celestial in the Fusang realm?

Countless thoughts swirled in her mind, as she was still pondering his identity, his eyes turned towards her like sharp blades.

His eyes seemed to really kill, and Yufu trembled in fear.

When she came to her senses, the Frost Sword had somehow already been placed against her neck.

The sword was as cold as its name, but his tone of voice was even colder, like a blade in the cold air.

"Where... is she?"

As if frightened by him, she stood there dumbfounded, until he disappeared from her sight.

"What are you doing?"

Zisang's clear voice broke the silence in the air.

Danjun, with an innocent look, blinked her eyes and replied, "I'm using the Summoning Art! This way, we can ask for directions."

"Fool, the Summoning Art isn't used like that, and besides, there are no spirits here in the barrier." Danjun suddenly realized, "Oh, I see. That's why I haven't succeeded."

Zisang rubbed her forehead, truly defeated by her stupidity.

She then asked, "Are we going to die here?"

"Impossible!" Zisang replied bluntly.

Of course, they couldn't die here. As a noble princess of the Yao Clan, she couldn't be trapped and killed by a mere barrier. How would she continue to thrive in the Yao Realm?

They searched and searched in the fog but still couldn't find the weak spot.

After walking for who knows how long, they felt increasingly exhausted. They decided to rest for a while...

Somehow, after resting for half a day, instead of feeling relieved, they felt more exhausted.

No, this couldn't go on. There was something wrong with this barrier.

As soon as they got up, Danjun stumbled and fell again.

A smell wafted over, fragrant yet pungent, strangely familiar. Where had she smelled it before?

Suddenly, it dawned on her! A mischievous smile crept onto her pink lips.

Heh, turns out it's the people from the Avian Clan. Looks like... they can't sit still either!

Zisang's lips curled slightly as she conjured a dagger in her hand and stabbed it into the ground.

A giant white phoenix suddenly burst out, letting out a long cry into the air, dispersing the surrounding fog bit by bit, and then the white phoenix returned to the dagger as if it had never appeared.

Danjun had never seen it before, obviously startled by it. "Wh-what... what was that? How did it suddenly... appear?"