Chapter 58: I Beg the Young Master to Give Me Another Chance

Hearing this, that junior brother immediately nodded, his expression turning solemn: "Understood, Senior Brother."

Shortly after, under Bai Yang's lead, the disciples of the Qingyang Sword Sect quickly and orderly returned to their camp.

Hiding among the leaves, Yun Yi was nothing more than an insignificant mosquito, yet he possessed extraordinary hearing and perception.

He overheard the conversation among the Qingyang Sword Sect disciples and could not help but speculate inwardly.

"Oh, it seems they don't truly lack the will to fight; they just don't want other sects to reap the benefits," Yun Yi muttered to himself.

As he muttered, a flash of enlightenment seemed to cross Yun Yi's mind, and his eyes lit up slightly, as if he had suddenly pierced through some hidden secret.

"It seems this Senior Brother Bai is no simple character," Yun Yi whispered to himself, a trace of admiration in his tone.

He gently fluttered his wings, poked his head out from a gap between the leaves, and began to carefully survey the surrounding environment.

All around, disciples from various major sects stood or sat, each occupying a section of the area, seemingly waiting for something.

Yun Yi glanced around and found that all the sects appeared to be present, yet there was still no sign of the mystic realm's entrance opening.

This completely contradicted his expectations of the tense atmosphere before a mystic realm's opening.

"Looks like there's still some time before the realm opens," Yun Yi pondered silently, his antennae trembling slightly as if capturing more information.

"I refuse to believe that every single sect disciple is so clever that not a single one wants to pull some petty tricks." His tone carried a hint of playful amusement, as if he had already foreseen the impending chaos.

Suddenly, a thought struck Yun Yi. He abruptly raised his gaze to look at the golden crow hanging in the firmament; that scorching sun was radiating dazzling light, illuminating the earth as bright as day.

"Right, it's still early. No one would choose broad daylight to make a move," Yun Yi calculated inwardly, his antennae swaying gently once more as he searched for the optimal hiding spot.

"Nighttime should be the prime time for action. I'll conserve my energy first and observe tonight; there might just be some surprises."

Having said that, Yun Yi retreated once again beneath the broad canopy of leaves, utilizing this natural sanctuary to recuperate and quietly await the descent of night—the ultimate moment for him to make his move.

Night draped the entire mystic realm like a deft painter, gradually dyeing it in deep, indigo-black hues. From time to time, the chirping of insects arose from the grass and treetops, weaving together into a symphony of a summer night, while clusters of fireflies resembled fallen stars from the night sky, adding a dreamlike touch to the secluded forest.

In the midst of this serene and mysterious night, Yun Yi, resting comfortably within the folds of a leaf, inadvertently rolled over. It seemed this tiny movement caused his temporary bed of leaves to sway slightly and tilt.

Affected by inertia, Yun Yi slipped right off the edge of the leaf.

Fortunately, at the very moment before his intimate contact with the ground, an instinctive surge of alertness jolted him awake. His wings beat frantically in a conditional reflex, stabilizing his posture at the very last fraction of a second, leaving him hovering just an inch above the ground without falling.

"That was close! I almost actually hit the ground. If some oblivious human cultivator had stepped on me..." Yun Yi thought with lingering fear and quiet relief. His current form was microscopic, and his weight was probably less than a single soybean—so light that even the air could easily support him.

Even so, falling from such a height was by no means a harmless matter for him now.

Just as Yun Yi was immersed in the aftermath of cheating death, a shadow suddenly cast over his head, as if some colossal behemoth was silently approaching.

He hurriedly looked up, and what came into view was the jade-white, delicate foot of a human female cultivator, particularly striking against the night backdrop.

"Oh no!" Yun Yi's heart tightened. He hurriedly vibrated his wings and darted aside, managing to dodge just as that toe was about to descend, narrowly escaping disaster.

"Something's off. This place is clearly far from the camp, deep in the dense woods at the edge of their camp. Why would a cultivator come here alone? Could it be that in the dead of night, she came out to... relieve herself?"

Doubt swirled within Yun Yi's mind as he looked around, seeing only pitch blackness, save for the occasional roar of a beast in the distance breaking the silence of the night.

"That makes sense, too. After all, it's the middle of the night; coming out to relieve oneself is quite reasonable."

However, just as Yun Yi was about to lower his guard and continue hiding in the shadows to observe, that human female cultivator did not stop as he had expected. Instead, she resolutely continued walking deeper into the more secluded and unknown regions of the forest.

At first, Yun Yi merely frowned slightly. Although puzzled, he did not dwell on it too much; after all, the behavior of cultivators was often erratic.

Before long, however, a low and eerie sound drifted faintly from the direction the female cultivator was heading. The noise was intermingled with anger, fear, and despair, causing the alarm bells in Yun Yi's mind to ring wildly.

"No, this is definitely more than just relieving herself..." Yun Yi murmured, his eyes flashing with vigilant light.

He realized that a far more complex conspiracy and secret might be hidden behind this.

Driven by curiosity, Yun Yi made a decision: "I'll go take a look."

However, before taking action, Yun Yi knew well that as a mosquito, his form was tiny and his aura faint, but in this perilous mystic realm, the slightest oversight could spell fatal danger.

Therefore, he immediately activated the Blood Concealment Technique—a unique secret skill of his that could shroud his aura and form, making him drift through the darkness like a ghost, virtually undetectable.

Shielded by the Blood Concealment Technique, Yun Yi cautiously approached the location of the human female cultivator.

When he finally arrived, the scene before him left him utterly shocked—standing opposite the female cultivator was a figure draped in a black robe, which completely concealed his shape and face, revealing only a pair of sinister eyes that flashed coldly in the night.

"Young Master, I apologize. Your subordinate still failed to complete the task." A tremor laced the black-robed person's deep voice, clearly filled with awe toward the entity addressed as "Young Master."

"Useless trash! Given so much time, how could you fail even this trivial matter?" The Young Master's voice was icy and cruel, devoid of any emotional fluctuation, as if failure to him meant nothing less than death.

"Please grant this subordinate one more opportunity, Young Master. I will certainly give it my all," the black-robed person pleaded, though his tone betrayed a sense of despair and helplessness.

"Dead." Yun Yi's heart jolted. He had witnessed with his own eyes the life of that human female cultivator extinguish in an instant.

Following that, he watched the one called Young Master turn and leave with firm, ruthless strides, as though everything that had just transpired was nothing more than an insignificant trifle.