Chapter 60: I Won't Meddle in Other People's Business

Yunyi was unwilling to give up so easily. Believing that the quantity of blood was simply insufficient, he turned his gaze toward the bottles filled with the blood of human female cultivators inside his storage ring.

Carefully, he retrieved a single bottle and used a specialized method to infuse the blood within it into the blood bead residing inside his own body.

As bottle after bottle of blood was poured in, Yunyi watched the changes in the blood bead with eager anticipation. To his disappointment, however, the vital essence within the blood bead seemed completely unaffected, remaining stubbornly at its previous level.

"It seems this still won't work," Yunyi sighed inwardly to himself. Just as he sank into deep thought, a sudden realization struck him—there were other possessions belonging to the human female cultivator left inside his storage ring.

A wave of excitement washed over him as a thought occurred to him: "Thankfully, that young master didn't take her storage pouch when he left, otherwise all these treasures would have slipped right through my fingers."

At this, Yunyi eagerly opened his storage ring and began pulling out the human cultivator's treasures one by one.

His eyes instantly lit up at the sight. Pills, talismans, and magical artifacts were all there, each one radiating an alluring brilliance.

Yunyi's gaze swept across these treasures, finally coming to a rest upon the magical artifacts.

"Ah, magical artifacts! With these, my combat power will surely soar!" Overjoyed in his heart, Yunyi decided to refine these artifacts one by one to bolster his strength.

He gingerly picked up a magical artifact. It emitted a faint spiritual glow, seemingly pulsating with some mysterious, hidden power.

Closing his eyes, Yunyi began to circulate his unique cultivation technique, slowly channeling his own spiritual power into the artifact in an attempt to forge a subtle connection with it.

As the artifact underwent the refining process, Yunyi could clearly feel the fluctuations of spiritual power within his body shifting. They grew fiercer and more surging, resembling a turbulent river raging wildly through his veins.

An unprecedented surge of power coursed through him, setting his blood boiling with excitement.

Time seemed to blur in that instant. Completely immersed in the realm of refinement, Yunyi lost all track of time as the sky quietly began to brighten.

On the distant horizon, a hint of dawn gradually emerged. Golden sunlight pierced through the tree canopy, scattering over him and bringing a touch of warmth.

When Yunyi finally finished completely refining the artifact, turning it into a reliable tool that he could wield at will, he slowly opened his eyes. A gleam of excitement and satisfaction flickered within them.

First, he stored the newly refined artifacts back into his storage ring, a profound sense of accomplishment filling his heart.

However, right at that moment, Yunyi suddenly noticed the changing hue of the sky.

Raising his head, he saw a crimson sun rising in the east, casting a golden hue across the earth.

"It's dawn; I must hurry back to that mystic realm," Yunyi mused to himself. He knew that as the day grew brighter, the situation within the mystic realm would only become more complex and unpredictable.

Having made up his mind, Yunyi hesitated no longer. Spreading his wings, his tiny form darted rapidly through the woods, speeding toward the entrance of the mystic realm.

Along the way, taking the form of a mosquito, Yunyi wove through dense forests and tall grass. His minuscule body allowed him to effortlessly bypass various obstacles, yet he remained perpetually on high alert. Every single one of his antennae seemed to scan the air for the slightest signal of danger, fearful of encountering any unforeseen mishaps.

After a long and arduous flight, Yunyi finally arrived at the entrance of the legendary mystic realm.

However, as he approached the campsite outside the mystic realm, he was astonished to find that the area was completely deserted, so eerily silent that even the whispering of the wind sounded starkly clear.

"Where is everyone?" Confusion welled up in Yunyi's mind as he glanced around, searching for a trace of a clue.

Just as he was puzzled and bewildered, a chatterbox of noises suddenly drifted in from a certain direction—faint, hurried sounds that seemed laced with panic and unease.

Yunyi's curiosity was instantly ignited. Following the sound, he realized that direction led straight to the spot where the human female cultivator had met her tragic end the previous night.

Yet, faced with this spectacle, Yunyi did not show the slightest trace of surprise.

Although he was unaware of which sect the female cultivator belonged to, her death would undoubtedly arouse the vigilance and investigation of her peers.

"I'm not going over to look; I'd rather avoid stirring up trouble," Yunyi thought to himself. He decided to find a safe place to hide while the rest of the cultivators were gathered in that direction.

Thus, instead of returning to the patch of leaves where he had previously hidden, Yunyi flapped his wings and flew further to search the surroundings.

After a brief search, he finally discovered an exceptional hiding spot deep within a secluded patch of woods.

The foliage there was dense and lush, perfectly concealing his tiny form, and it was located at a safe distance from the campsite, guaranteeing his security.

Carefully descending into the woods, Yunyi found a thick, leafy bough and pressed his body tightly against a leaf, minimizing his presence as much as possible.

He waited quietly, a mixture of tension and anticipation fluttering in his chest as he wondered what would happen next.

Before long, a cacophony of footsteps and murmuring voices echoed nearby. Disciples from various sects were returning to the campsite from the direction where the female cultivator had perished.

Their voices were laced with regret, terror, and vigilance, instantly shattering the previous silence of the camp with a wave of commotion.

"What a pity, to die when she was so pretty," a disciple sighed softly, a tone of deep regret evident in his voice.

"What are you talking about? Now is hardly the time to worry about looks; someone is dead!" another disciple rebuked him hastily, his tone carrying a hint of reprimand.

"Indeed, this is a grave matter," a third disciple chimed in, his voice revealing a heavy solemnity.

However, the news of the human female cultivator's death had also heightened the wariness of other sects. A low voice rang out amidst the crowd: "Senior Brother, it seems someone has finally decided to make a move."

"What should we do, Senior Brother?" asked a somewhat panicked voice, clearly worried about their impending situation.

"That's right, how are we supposed to survive from here on out?" Another voice joined the discussion, filled with restlessness.

Suddenly, an older-sounding disciple spoke up, his voice steady and resolute: "Everyone, do not panic. First, we need to figure out the situation. By the way, Senior Brother, can you tell which sect killed that female disciple of the Xuanyuan Sect?"

After a brief moment of silence, a calmer voice slowly replied, "One can only tell that the fatal wound came from a dagger, and that the female disciple seems to have been killed while completely off guard. It appears the murderer was either quite familiar with her or launched a sudden attack when she least expected it."

"If that's the case, we must be even more cautious," another voice interjected, carrying a cautionary tone. "It seems that upon entering the mystic realm, we must not only guard against fierce beasts and lethal mechanisms, but also be on high guard against disciples from other sects harboring malicious intent."