Transmigrated into the villain? Watch my epic comeback in the ethereal fairy realm!

Chapter 128 Seeking Secrets in the Ancient Books Pavilion, Unspeakable Emotions Rise Within

"Oh my god, this restriction is for real!" Dai Yao was suddenly pulled by the suction force, and she fell into the restriction like a rag doll. After a dizzying moment, she lay on the ground, feeling as if all the bones in her body had been hit by a heavy hammer, in excruciating pain, as if her body didn't belong to her anymore.

"My back is killing me..." she groaned, struggling to get up. Zi Xing, standing nearby, turned deathly pale, pointing tremblingly at Dai Yao, unable to utter a word for a long time. He had only been passing by, curious to see what this new senior sister was doing, but he hadn't expected to witness such a horrifying scene. Dai Yao rubbed her sore bottom, glaring fiercely at the eerie light emanating from the barrier, the light stinging her eyes like a sudden burst of bright sunlight.

"You little brat, you're pretty good! Watch how I deal with you!" She sat down cross-legged and regulated her breathing for a moment. She could feel the turbulent energy surging within her body. After the turbulence gradually subsided, she began to carefully observe the restriction in front of her.

This restriction was no ordinary defensive formation; it was woven from countless tiny runes, resembling a complex maze where one could easily get lost. Dai Yao focused her mind and calmed herself, slowly channeling her spiritual energy into her eyes. She could feel a slight warmth as the energy flowed, as she tried to decipher the restriction's secrets. The originally chaotic runes gradually became clearer in her eyes, like flowing threads outlining a mysterious pattern.

"I see..." Dai Yao's lips curled up slightly, and she already had a solution in mind.

She stretched out her fingers and quickly drew intricate runes in the air. These runes, like dancing musical notes, resonated with the runes on the restriction. Each rune she drew was accompanied by a surge of spiritual energy within her body, like a river bursting its banks, continuously flowing into the rune. She could even hear the whooshing sound of the spiritual energy flowing.

With a soft "crack," a crack appeared on the barrier, flashing with blinding light as if the barrier was struggling in defiance. This light made Dai Yao squint. Seeing this, Dai Yao felt a surge of pride. She roared, and her spiritual power erupted from her body like a volcano. The crack widened, and finally, with a "boom," the entire barrier shattered. The powerful impact shook the surrounding air, making it hum. She could feel the air currents impacting her body, but Dai Yao stood proudly before the passage, dusting herself off, and proudly raising her chin. She said to Zi Xing, who was still standing there in a daze, "Come on, little brother, let me show you the collection of books in the Ancient Books Pavilion!"

The two entered the first floor of the Ancient Books Pavilion, where a vast expanse opened up before them. Rows of towering bookshelves, filled with various ancient books, exuded an ancient and mysterious aura, carrying a faint smell of worn paper. Dai Yao was about to step forward for a closer look when suddenly, a deep voice came from behind her…

"Who are you? How dare you trespass into the Ancient Books Pavilion!" Dai Yao turned around and saw an elderly man with white hair and a youthful face standing at the door, his sharp eyes fixed on them like two cold swords, making Dai Yao's heart tighten. The old man wore a blue Taoist robe, exuding an air of otherworldly wisdom; it was clear at a glance that he was a senior with profound cultivation. Dai Yao inwardly cried out in alarm; it seemed she had encountered a formidable opponent.

"Greetings, Elder. I am Dai Yao, a newly recruited disciple of the Immortal Sect. I entered the forbidden area by mistake, not intentionally trespassing," Dai Yao quickly explained, not forgetting to secretly wink at Zi Xing, signaling him to feign pitifulness as well. Zi Xing instantly understood, immediately adopting a tearful expression, looking just like a frightened little rabbit.

"Hmph, strayed in by mistake? This restriction is so powerful, how could an ordinary person dare to touch it? You clearly have ulterior motives!" The elder of the Ancient Books Pavilion was obviously not buying it, his tone remained stern, and his voice echoed in the pavilion like a booming bell.

Just then, a deep and magnetic voice rang out: "Elder, please calm down. Junior Sister Dai Yao did indeed accidentally break into the restriction while searching for a way to control the mutation of spiritual objects." Dai Yao looked in the direction of the voice and saw that the mysterious figure had been standing beside her at some point. His tall figure was like a mountain, protecting her behind him.

"Oh? And who are you?" The elder turned his gaze to the mysterious figure.

"I am..." The mysterious figure was about to speak when Dai Yao suddenly grabbed his sleeve and said first, "He is my... uh... intimate helper!" Dai Yao blurted out the words "intimate helper" without thinking. She realized it was inappropriate as soon as she finished speaking, and two red clouds immediately appeared on her face. She could feel her face burning hot.

The mysterious figure paused slightly, then a barely perceptible smile appeared on his lips. He took Dai Yao's hand in his own, their fingers intertwined. Dai Yao could feel the warmth and strength in his palm. He said in a voice only the two of them could hear, "Yao'er, don't be afraid, I'm here."

Although their interaction seemed unintentional, it was all observed by the elder of the Ancient Books Pavilion. He stroked his beard and gave them a meaningful look, a gaze that made Dai Yao feel as if she had been stripped naked, so embarrassed that she wanted to disappear into the ground.

The atmosphere became somewhat awkward, filled with a hint of ambiguity. Dai Yao felt her palms were slightly sweaty, uncomfortablely damp, and her heart was pounding; she could hear the rapid beat of her own heart. She tried to pull her hand away, but the mysterious figure held it tightly, making it impossible to pull away.

"Controlling the mutation of spiritual objects? I've never heard of such a thing before," the elder broke the silence, his tone tinged with doubt.

Dai Yao took a deep breath and said seriously, "If Elder does not believe me, this junior is willing to have a contest with you..." Dai Yao raised the corner of her mouth, revealing a sly smile: "Elder, this junior is not talented, but I would like to have a contest with you... on immortal techniques! What do you say?" The Elder of the Ancient Books Pavilion was stunned, stroked his beard, and seemed to find the suggestion somewhat ridiculous.

A newly recruited disciple actually wants to compete with him, a Nascent Soul stage elder, in knowledge of immortal techniques?

"Little girl, are you trying to make fun of this old man?"

“Elder, you are mistaken,” Dai Yao cupped her hands, her face serious. “Although my cultivation is shallow, I have quite a bit of experience in the path of immortal arts. If I win, Elder, you may allow me to continue searching for a way to control the mutation of spiritual objects; if I lose, I will leave myself to Elder’s disposal without complaint.”

The mysterious figure watched Dai Yao's confident demeanor, a hint of doting in his eyes. He gently squeezed Dai Yao's hand, silently encouraging her; Dai Yao could feel the slight pressure from his fingers.

Zi Xing looked at Dai Yao with admiration, her eyes sparkling, thinking to herself: Sister Yao is awesome!

After a moment's thought, the elder agreed to Dai Yao's suggestion. In his view, this was nothing more than a child's game, and he could take this opportunity to teach this arrogant little girl a lesson.

Thus, a unique competition of immortal knowledge began in the ancient book pavilion. The elder posed several tricky questions, but Dai Yao answered fluently. Her voice echoed throughout the pavilion, each answer like a bombshell, leaving the elder and those around her speechless. When she quoted classical texts, it seemed as if the ancient books around her were cheering for her, their pages radiating light in response to her wisdom. Dai Yao could even see a faint glow shimmering on the spines of the books. Finally, the elder used his trump card, asking an extremely obscure question about immortal knowledge. However, Dai Yao still answered with ease, even pointing out the elder's misunderstanding. In that instant, the entire ancient book pavilion seemed to fall silent, only Dai Yao's voice echoing. The elder blushed, while everyone else looked on in astonishment.

In the end, the elder had to admit that he had lost.

“Alright, little girl, you win,” the elder sighed and said helplessly, “I will allow you to continue searching for a way to control the mutation of spiritual creatures.”

Dai Yao was secretly delighted and quickly thanked him.

Guided by the elder, they arrived at the depths of the Ancient Books Pavilion. Here were stored many precious ancient books, including some long-lost secret techniques. Dai Yao carefully perused each book, the pages rustling in her hands, hoping to find a way to control Xiao Ling's mutation.

Finally, in a tattered ancient book, Dai Yao found a potentially useful record. However, this ancient book was surrounded by a powerful protective barrier, emanating a chilling energy fluctuation. Dai Yao could feel the fluctuation spreading towards her like ripples, carrying a sense of oppression.

"Yao'er, be careful!" The mysterious figure grabbed Dai Yao and pulled her behind him. Dai Yao looked at the barrier in front of her, a determined glint in her eyes.

"It's okay, I can handle it!" She took a deep breath and prepared to break the protective barrier...

Suddenly, she sensed a sinister aura creeping closer, like a cold snake slithering behind her, sending a chill down her spine.

"Who goes there?!" The mysterious figure looked around warily.

Dai Yao pouted, revealing a knowing expression.

"Heh, I knew it. Good things come to those who wait. A sneak attack? I'm a master of hide-and-seek!" Before she finished speaking, Xiao Ling darted out with a whoosh, instantly releasing the pressure of the early Golden Core stage. A strong wind suddenly arose deep within the Ancient Book Pavilion, and the pages of the books fluttered like thousands of butterflies dancing. Dai Yao could hear the rustling sound of the pages turning.

"Who's there? Sneaking around like that, get out here!" Xiao Ling's fierce yet cute voice echoed in the pavilion. Although this little guy was sometimes unreliable, he was quite dependable when it mattered.

The mysterious figure silently shielded Dai Yao behind him, his body surging with spiritual energy, a faint buzzing sound emanating from the flow of spiritual energy could be heard, ready to fight at any moment.

Zi Xing huddled behind the two, trembling, weak, pitiful, and helpless.

The air was thick with tension; you could hear a pin drop clearly, and Dai Yao could even hear her own breathing.

Dai Yao remained calm. She even had the leisure to take out a handful of sunflower seeds and start cracking them open. You could hear the slight cracking sound of the shells being bitten open.

"Wow, this atmosphere is amazing! All that's missing is a bucket of popcorn."

Suddenly, a chilling laugh echoed from deep within the ancient book pavilion.

"Hehehe...Trying to break the seal? Wishful thinking!"

Dai Yao and the mysterious figure exchanged a glance, everything understood without a word.

The two attacked simultaneously, their spiritual energy transforming into two beams of light that shot straight towards the source of the sound, the beams whistling through the air.

"boom--"

After a loud bang, the dust settled.

A dark figure slowly emerged from the shadows. The figure was tall and eerie, its face obscured, with only a pair of scarlet eyes flashing with a chilling light in the darkness, like two will-o'-the-wisps in the darkness.

"You think you can stop me?" the dark figure rasped, his voice filled with disdain.

Dai Yao patted the dust off her hands, a wicked smile playing on her lips.

"Excuse me for interrupting, but villains die from talking too much, you know?"

Shadow: "..."

The mysterious figure held Dai Yao's hand tightly, their fingers intertwined, offering her silent encouragement.

Dai Yao took a deep breath, a resolute glint in her eyes.

at this time……

"Yao'er!" A familiar voice suddenly rang out.