The Game with Fairies

Chapter 270: Seeing Xiaoru Again

Cheng Feiyang quietly outlined the rescue plan.

Now with continuous killings and escalating struggles in the city, the situation seemed to be spiraling out of control.

Yan Xiaoru, concerned about Li Muyang’s safety, decided to rescue him from the dungeon first.

Hearing this plan, Li Muyang felt a warmth in his heart.

But after thinking it over, Li Muyang shook his head: “Go back and tell Elder Yan, there’s no need to rescue me. Even if someone comes to break into the prison tomorrow night, I won’t go with them.”

The situation in Tianjiao City is chaotic, and both sides are almost blinded by rage.

At such a time, the undercover agents of the Demon Refining Sect have almost been forgotten, with few people still concerned about this matter.

If Yan Xiaoru rashly attempts a prison break, it’s fine if she succeeds, but what if she fails?

If the Blood Lotus Sect discovers that there is a large-scale infiltration of Demonic Sect agents in the city, the two fiercely fighting sides might calm down due to this external enemy of the Demon Refining Sect, which would be counterproductive.

This reckless prison break might even expose the long-hidden plans of the Demon Refining Sect.

Yan Xiaoru has been avoiding him, clearly entering the city but unwilling to meet with Li Muyang, seemingly calm and restrained.

Yet at such a time, she makes a foolish move...

Li Muyang sighed.

Although he felt warmth in his heart, he still refused the rescue plan.

“You must tell Elder Yan, definitely do not come to rescue me. I won’t have any trouble in prison.”

“Shen Yan has sent many people to protect me in secret. Now that both sides are blinded by rage, they basically won’t waste their energy on me.”

The grudges between the Blood Lotus Sect’s scum and Li Muyang are personal.

However, their struggle with the Sect Leader of the Blood Lotus Sect relates to the entire sect and even their own futures.

During this intense stage of fighting and struggle, it’s unlikely that they would waste manpower and resources on Li Muyang.

After all, trying to attack Li Muyang, the Martial God Tyrant Body, in the heavenly prison is even more difficult than attacking Ruan Mei.

And Li Muyang’s refusal left Cheng Feiyang somewhat at a loss.

He clearly didn’t expect the usually cautious Li Muyang to dare defy Elder Yan’s orders.

–Isn’t this kid afraid of Elder Yan’s punishment later?

After several unsuccessful attempts to persuade him, Cheng Feiyang could only leave dejectedly.

He was just a jailer who came to deliver food and couldn’t stay too long.

After Cheng Feiyang left, Li Muyang sat in the dark prison cell and pondered for a long time, finally sighing and shaking his head.

“Yan Xiaoru...”

Since their last parting on Pingyang Hill, they hadn’t seen each other for almost half a year.

Li Muyang was usually busy playing games and judging prisoners and didn’t feel much.

Now, hearing about Yan Xiaoru in a rush, he realized that she had been silently looking after him all this time...

At this moment, Li Muyang couldn’t help but miss her.

He remembered the girl who pretended to be a mysterious senior, outwardly cold and arrogant, but in reality, could be happy for a long time because of the snacks he gave her...

“... half a year has passed,” Li Muyang said softly, his expression somewhat wistful.

Originally, his life was stable and solid, blending in with the Demon Refining Sect, playing games, and interacting with the cute and naive elder.

But the turmoil of the Blood Lotus Sect completely messed up his life.

“Blood Lotus Sect, oh Blood Lotus Sect...”

Li Muyang murmured softly, and it took him a while to stabilize his emotions before closing his eyes to enter the game.

He had already broken two corners of the Four Symbols Formation.

Next, he just needed to break the remaining two corners to rescue Shen Miao.

By then, the turmoil of the Blood Lotus Sect would probably have settled, and he could return to the Demon Refining Sect.

For the first time, Li Muyang realized that he actually felt a sense of belonging to this annoying demonic sect.

For some people in this sect, he felt an emotion of not wanting to part...

......

Time passed quickly.

While Li Muyang was engrossed in his gaming, switching back and forth between two games, the torrential rain in the real world continued unabated, and the evening had gradually given way to the pitch-black of night.

Under the shroud of darkness, the rain in Tianjiao City seemed to become more piercing.

The sound of raindrops pattering against walls and roof tiles reached even the depths of the dungeon where Li Muyang was held, faint but discernible.

The prison guards became sparse in the latter half of the night, leaving the place eerily quiet.

The cell where Li Muyang was confined was so silent that even the sound of breathing was clearly audible.

Yet, in the midst of this deathly stillness, Li Muyang, within the game, suddenly sensed something.

He abruptly exited the game and opened his eyes.

Boom——

The jarring sound of thunder echoed between heaven and earth.

The thunderous roars mingled with the gloomy echoes in the dark prison corridors.

No lightning was visible, nor the curtain of rain outside.

But just beyond the darkness of the dungeon, a shadow stood quietly in the gloom.

She seemed to have been there for a long time or perhaps had just arrived.

Without any light, the powerful vision of the Martial God Tyrant Body allowed Li Muyang to clearly see her face.

The familiar cold indifference, the familiar icy detachment.

Yan Xiaoru, an elder of the Demonic Sect, stood undisguised in the depths of the Blood Lotus Sect’s dungeon, quietly observing Li Muyang within his cell.

At the moment their gazes intersected, Li Muyang sprang up as if electrified and hurriedly approached the sturdy steel bars of his cell.

“You... how did you get here?”

Li Muyang’s eyes were filled with shock, and he glanced around in a slight panic, fearing that at any second, followers of the Blood Lotus Sect would flood in and discover a Demonic Sect elder hiding there.

Faced with Li Muyang’s panic, Yan Xiaoru was briefly silent.

Then she said, “Cheng Feiyang mentioned you refused to leave prison, so I came to see you myself.”

Yan Xiaoru’s voice was as indifferent as ever, that lifeless tone suggesting nothing in the world mattered to her.

Seeing Yan Xiaoru like this and hearing her familiar way of speaking, Li Muyang relaxed.

He sat back lazily in his cell and raised an eyebrow at Yan Xiaoru.

“I didn’t expect you to care about me. You’ve been in the city for so long and didn’t come to see me. I thought you had forgotten about me...”

Li Muyang’s words carried a hint of resentment.

To this, Yan Xiaoru remained silently still.

Faced with Li Muyang’s frivolous words tinged with complaint, she did not get angry, nor did she show her usual passive indifference or that lifeless, stiff reaction.

“Are you... throwing a tantrum because of me?”

Although her tone was somewhat stiff, her gaze softened, and her tone was gentler than Li Muyang had ever heard.

Clearly, gentleness was a stretch for Yan Xiaoru.

Still, Li Muyang was taken aback by her rigid gentleness.

“Uh... this...”

Originally intending to provoke her with the frivolous tone Yan Xiaoru disliked, Li Muyang was now utterly confused by her gentle response.

He scratched his head, at a loss for words.

But then he saw Yan Xiaoru, who usually seemed forced and as if she was being bullied by him, now speaking softly with a gentle tone.

“If you’re throwing a tantrum because of me, then I apologize. On Pingyang Hill, I shouldn’t have left you on your own...”

At that moment, Li Muyang was truly stunned.

He looked at Yan Xiaoru in astonishment and surprise, at this woman whose attitude had completely changed, who was no longer the slightest bit reluctant but instead sincere and gentle—Li Muyang wondered if he was dreaming.

Was this still the awkward and childish Yan Xiaoru?

Back on Pingyang Hill, although he had managed to open her heart, she had always been stiff and reluctant towards him due to some emotional barrier. But now, she seemed like a different person.

Her tender apology, along with her sincere remorseful demeanor, was pitifully endearing.

It was as beautiful as a dream.