Hey, don’t waste her hard work! She had gone to such great lengths to treat all those wounds.

“Drawing a small mountain-moving formation,” Yun Ya said through gritted teeth from the pain. “The main hall complex is heavily guarded, and I must teleport inside. It’s a pity about the spirit stones I left in the formation earlier.”

Earlier he had intended to withdraw to the main hall, so he had embedded spirit stones into the formation points, but who knew Miao Feng Xian would be so meticulous and destroy the formation one step ahead? With the fierce battles that followed, where would he find time to recover them?

Feng Miao Jun’s lips curved as she flipped her palm, revealing two spirit stones.

Two stones, red with a purple tinge.

Yun Ya couldn’t help but smile: “So you collected them.”

“How could I be so wasteful?” She retracted her hand, and the spirit stones vanished. “State Preceptor Yun is wealthy and generous—consider these two as payment for my services.”

His life was worth much more. “They’re yours,” Yun Ya said magnanimously. “They’re the same no matter who holds them.”

Who was the same as him? Feng Miao Jun secretly rolled her eyes, moved the room’s tables and chairs away, casually took out the Star Sky Cone, and began drawing the small mountain-moving formation on the ground.

An expert’s skill is evident at first glance. Yun Ya was initially quite enthusiastic, but after she made a dozen or so strokes, he couldn’t help but exclaim: “You know this too?” Drawing the small mountain-moving formation was profound knowledge; even formation masters couldn’t create it without years of immersion in the craft.

She snorted: “Are you and Mo Tizhun the only ones allowed to know it?”

She was especially interested in all escape techniques. Besides, her connection—no, her grievance—with Yun Ya had begun precisely with a mountain-moving formation drawn by Mo Tizhun. Later, after Yun Ya killed her substitute, he also used this formation to escape. How could she not study it carefully?

Yun Ya was happy to be lazy and didn’t get up, occasionally offering guidance.

Feng Miao Jun understood immediately with minimal errors. But she privately marveled: although both were small mountain-moving formations, the one Yun Ya drew was vastly different from Mo Tizhun’s!

If she were to compare, she felt that Yun Ya’s method had been optimized, omitting many redundant and useless lines, making it more concise and effective. Mo Tizhun’s approach was more conservative, striving for absolute safety.

This matched their personalities perfectly.

Come to think of it, the small mountain-moving formation Yun Ya had set up last time, which she had studied carefully, differed slightly from this one, showing that Yun Ya designed it based on the teleportation distance, making it highly flexible.

One skilled, one masterful—the small mountain-moving formation was quickly completed. After Yun Ya inspected it, Feng Miao Jun embedded the red spirit stones into the formation points.

The distance to the main hall complex was greater, almost ten li, so not only did the formation need fine-tuning, but it also required three red spirit stones.

Yun Ya had already forced himself up and changed into a fresh set of clothes. Now he stimulated his qi and blood, making his complexion appear less pale.

Looking at him standing tall now, his back straight as a rod, not a single wrinkle on his robe, his black hair neatly arranged behind his head—who would believe that just a quarter of an hour ago, he had been severely wounded, with blood flowing freely from his wounds?

Seeing him like this, Feng Miao Jun frowned: “Do you have another hard battle ahead?” If he planned to implement other schemes after returning, if he intended to fight again, then for the sake of his life, she should detain him.

“No. I truly only intend to lead them out of the city!” Yun Ya flashed her a smile. “If An’an doesn’t trust me, I can swear an oath.”

She nearly rolled her eyes: “Fine, get going.” Given his status, he probably wouldn’t lie. This guy was quite proud; he wouldn’t want his subordinates to see him in a sorry state at any time, would he?

He had already silently recited the incantation, taken two steps into the formation, and positioned himself. Suddenly, he winked at her: “Why do I feel that whenever I’m with you, my luck is especially good?”

This was the truth. From the blood-extracting tree in the depths of Cliff Mountain to confronting the fire spirit, to now—whenever she was by his side, things always went particularly smoothly for him.

Feng Miao Jun kept a straight face: “My feeling is exactly the opposite.”

Yun Ya smiled and said no more. At this moment, the formation lit up with a red glow, as hazy as rouge on a maiden’s cheeks. Feng Miao Jun had just narrowed her eyes when, in the next instant, she found that not only had the light disappeared from the formation, but so had the person.

The small mountain-moving formation was truly a bug-like divine ability. Fortunately, few people today know how to use this technique. Even more fortunate was that the prerequisite for using it wasn’t just the user’s expertise in spatial magic, but more importantly, they had to have personally visited the target location and recorded its spatial coordinates.

Thinking of this, she resolved never to let Yun Ya enter the sleeping quarters of New Xia. She seemed to recall reading about a method to counter spatial magic positioning in the Heavenly Demon Secret Scroll. Otherwise, wouldn’t the ancient immortals have been able to freely enter and exit other sects’ forbidden grounds, despite heavy guarding?

She would find that method later and study it thoroughly.

Since Yun Ya had returned to the main hall, Feng Miao Jun also packed up the medicines, disguised herself again as a Yao Kingdom soldier, and slipped out of the meditation lodge. Her next objective remained to quietly return to the main hall complex.

Though her destination was the same as Yun Ya’s, she didn’t accompany him to avoid unnecessary trouble. Besides, he would later need to use the small mountain-moving formation to leave the city, which meant putting everyone into the Dimensional Flask—

For her, this meant entrusting her life and freedom to Yun Ya. What if he failed and was captured? Wouldn’t she also be caught in the net? Or if this man managed to escape successfully, his thoughts were always difficult to fathom. What if he didn’t release her and insisted on keeping her confined in the flask?

Feng Miao Jun unconsciously sighed. She had worried so much for this man, yet he couldn’t understand her difficulties.

But as soon as she left the meditation lodge, she heard the urgent sound of galloping hooves—dozens of riders were racing toward this area at great speed!

Pursuers?

The blank slate was too injured to cast an illusion array, so she could only dart into the forest to hide. Just as she concealed herself, thirty or forty riders rushed past the edge of the forest, heading south, passing Moon Reflection Pond without stopping.

The direction they were heading… the Imperial Garden entrance? This road was indeed the necessary route back to the southern entrance of the garden. She saw these riders galloping wildly, their whips lashing the horses until they were bleeding.

A rider’s love for a good horse was no less than a scholar’s for a treasured zither or a cultivator’s for a magical weapon, yet now they drove them mercilessly.

And it didn’t end there.

Feng Miao Jun remained in the forest for a short while, during which four cavalry units galloped past Moon Reflection Pond, along with an entire unit of heavily armored infantry, numbering about four or five hundred. If she hadn’t mistaken their armor, this unit had just participated in surrounding Yun Ya, yet now they were being dispatched outward.

What major event had occurred outside during the brief time she had hidden in the meditation lodge to treat Yun Ya’s wounds?