The fairies I flirted with in the game became real?!

Cheng Feiyang spoke softly about the rescue plan.

The strife within the city continued unabated, the conflict grew increasingly fierce, and the situation seemed about to spiral out of control.

Yan Xiaoru, worried for Li Muyang's safety, decided to first rescue him from the prison.

Upon hearing about this plan, there was warmth in Li Muyang's heart.

But after some thought, 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 jail tomorrow night, I won't go with them."

The situation inside Tianjiao City was chaotic, both sides were nearly blinded by their fury.

At such a time, the undercover agents of the Refinement Demon Sect were almost forgotten, with few still paying attention to this matter.

If Yan Xiaoru rashly attempted a prison break and it succeeded, that would be one thing, but what if it failed?

If the Blood Lotus Sect discovered that a large number of Demon Sect undercover agents were lurking in the city, the intensely feuding sides might calm down because of this external enemy from the Refinement Demon Sect, which would be counterproductive.

Even the rash act of breaking into the jail could expose the Refinement Demon Sect's plans that had been hidden for so long.

Yan Xiaoru had been avoiding him, despite having entered the city, she refused to meet with Li Muyang, seemingly calm and restrained.

Yet at such a crucial time, she came up with a foolish strategy…

Li Muyang sighed, his heart felt warm, but he still rejected the rescue plan.

"You must relay this to Elder Yan, don't come to rescue me. I won't be in any trouble in the jail."

"Shen Yan has deployed many people to protect me secretly, and now that both sides are out for blood, they are unlikely to waste their energy on me."

The scum of the Blood Lotus Sect had a personal vendetta against Li Muyang.

But their conflict with the Sect Hierarch of the Blood Lotus Sect affected the entire sect and even their own futures.

During this phase where the two sides are intensely engaged in a struggle, they wouldn't divert resources to focus on Li Muyang.

After all, breaking into the prison to attack Li Muyang, who possessed the Martial God Domineering Body, would be more difficult than attacking Ruan Mei.

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

He clearly hadn't anticipated that the usually cautious Li Muyang would dare defy Elder Yan's orders.

—Didn't this kid fear that Elder Yan might punish him later?

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

He was just a prison guard coming to deliver the meal and couldn't stay too long.

After Cheng Feiyang's departure, Li Muyang sat in the pitch-black cell, pondering for a long time, finally sighing and shaking his head.

"Yan Xiaoru…"

That stubborn woman, since their parting at Pingyang Hill, it had been nearly half a year since they last met.
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Li Muyang was usually busy with his games, meting out punishments to prisoners, and had not felt much.

Now, hearing news of Yan Xiaoru so abruptly made him realize she had been silently watching over him…

At that moment, Li Muyang couldn't help but be overwhelmed by longing.

He remembered that time in Wuliuxiang, the immature little woman who pretended to be his senior, projecting a facade of icy arrogance, but could be happy for ages over the snacks he gave her…

"Alas… Half a year has passed," Li Muyang whispered with a touch of melancholy.

His life had been stable and firm, mixing in with the Refinement Demon Sect, playing games, and interacting with the naive Elder.

But the turmoil stirred up by the Blood Lotus Sect had utterly entangled and muddled his life.

"Blood Lotus Sect, oh Blood Lotus Sect…"

Li Muyang quietly mumbled to himself and took a while to calm his emotions before closing his eyes to enter the game.

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

Next, just by breaking the remaining two corners, he would be able to free Shen Miao.

And by then, the disturbance of the Blood Lotus Sect would likely be quelled, and he would return to the Refinement Demon Sect.

For the first time, Li Muyang discovered that he actually felt a sense of belonging to this loathsome Demon Path sect.

Towards certain people in the sect, he felt an emotion, a reluctance to part…

Time passed quickly.

While Li Muyang was immersed in his gaming, toggling between two games, the torrential rain in the real world continued, and dusk had fallen, plunging the earth into darkness.

Under the shroud of night, the sound of the drizzling rain in Tianjiao City seemed even more piercing.

The noise of rain beating against walls and roof tiles was faintly audible, even to Li Muyang deep within the prison.

In the later hours of the night, even the guards were fewer, and the prison became eerily quiet.

The depth of the cell where Li Muyang resided was so silent that even the sound of breathing could be clearly heard.

Yet, amidst this pitch-black stillness, Li Muyang within the game suddenly sensed something, abruptly exited the game, and opened his eyes.

Boom—

The harsh thunder echoed through heaven and earth.

The explosive rumbling of thunder and the echoes in the dark prison hallway were oppressively dull.

There was no sight of lightning, nor could the curtain of rain outside be seen.

But outside the dark prison, a shadow stood silently in the darkness.

It seemed as if she had been standing there for a long time, and yet as though she had just arrived.

Without any light, the extraordinary vision of the Martial God Domineering Body allowed Li Muyang to make out her features.

The familiar aloofness, the familiarly indifferent expression.

Yan Xiaoru, an Elder of the Refinement Demon Sect, stood undisguised in the depths of the Blood Lotus Sect's black prison, silently watching Li Muyang inside the cell.

The moment their gaze met, Li Muyang jumped up as if he'd been shocked, hastily moving up to the solid refined steel bars of his cell.

"You... why are you here?"

Li Muyang's eyes showed shock, he looked around in slight panic, fearing that any second now, the followers of the Blood Lotus Sect might swarm in and discover an Elder of the Demon Sect hiding here.

Faced with Li Muyang's panic, Yan Xiaoru fell into a brief silence.

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

Yan Xiaoru's cool voice was as consistent as ever, that lifeless tone as if nothing in this world mattered to her.

Seeing Yan Xiaoru like this, and hearing her familiar tone, Li Muyang relaxed a bit.

He sprawled lazily in his cell, raising an eyebrow at Yan Xiaoru.

"I didn't expect you to care about me so much. You've been in the city for so long without coming to see me. I thought you had forgotten about me..."

His words carried a hint of resentment.

To this, Yan Xiaoru remained silent.

Instead of the usual irritation or the passive indifference in the face of Li Muyang's flippant words tinged with a complaint, there was no anger, not even that lifeless or stiff reaction.

Her gaze softened, and her tone was a gentleness Li Muyang had never heard from her before.

"Are you... being petty with me?"

Although this gentle tone was somewhat awkward—it was evidently difficult for Yan Xiaoru to express such softness—it still surprised Li Muyang to hear it.

"Uh... well, this…"

Initially adopting a provoking tone, intentionally speaking with the frivolity Yan Xiaoru disliked to jab at her, Li Muyang was now thrown off by her surprising gentleness.

He scratched his head, at a loss for words.

But then he saw the usually reluctant and seemingly coerced Yan Xiaoru, who would let him tease her, now gently speaking with a tender tone.

"If you're being petty with me, then I apologize. On Pingyang Hill, I shouldn't have left you behind and gone off on my own…"

At that moment, Li Muyang was truly baffled.

He stared in bewilderment and surprise at Yan Xiaoru before him, at this woman who had completely changed her attitude, no longer showing any reluctance but instead sincere and gentle—Li Muyang wondered if he was dreaming.

Was this the same stubborn and immature Yan Xiaoru?

Back on Pingyang Hill, although he had managed to open her heart, because of some inner turmoil, her manner toward him had always been stiff and reluctant. Yet now, she seemed transformed.

Her soft, gentle apology, along with her genuinely remorseful demeanor, tugged at the heartstrings.

It was as beautiful as a dream.