Chapter 29: Perilous Depths of the Scheme-Transmigração para um Livro: A Contraofensiva da Bucha de Canhão que Comia Pipoca(Contar histórias com lógica distorcida)

Luoxia Peak, a vital stronghold of the Immortal Sect, is shrouded in mist throughout the year. Like a mysterious woman wearing a veil, it silently observes the clamor of the mortal world.

At the summit, ancient structures are nestled within a dense forest, exuding an air of solemnity and grandeur. Yun Yao and Jun Mohan move through them like two agile swallows, light and silent. The jade pendant left by the mysterious old man is their only clue. Carved with strange patterns, the pendant seems to harbor some ancient power. Jun Mohan presses it against the stone wall of Luoxia Peak; a ripple spreads across the surface, and a hidden stone door slowly opens, revealing a deep, dark passage leading underground.

Inside, the air is cold and damp, permeated with a faint, musty odor. Yun Yao and Jun Mohan proceed with caution, their footsteps echoing clearly within the narrow corridor. Along the stone walls, dim oil lamps are lit at intervals, casting eerie, flickering shadows that make it seem as if monsters might lunge from the darkness at any moment.

After a long walk, the passage finally opens up. Before them lies a vast underground space filled with countless books and scrolls. Yun Yao recognizes it instantly: this is the Immortal Sect’s library, containing thousands of years of the sect's history and various secret arts.

"It seems we found the right place," Jun Mohan says, his voice low and firm.

They begin to carefully browse through the books and scrolls, hoping to find clues about the Phantom Spirit Mushroom and the mastermind behind the scenes. However, they soon discover that many important texts have been torn or smeared, leaving the critical information incomplete. Yun Yao looks at the damaged books, a sense of powerlessness welling up in her heart. She can almost feel the cunning and ruthlessness of the mastermind, as well as their determination to bury the truth. The empty, silent library only deepens this oppressive atmosphere, as if the entire space is mocking their helplessness.

"How can this be..." Yun Yao’s voice trembles slightly.

Jun Mohan says nothing, only clutching her hand tightly. He walks over to a bookshelf and brushes away the dust, revealing a line of nearly invisible handwriting: *Beware... Trap...*

"Yun Yao," Jun Mohan’s voice suddenly grows serious. "We..."

Instead of offering his usual comfort, he furrows his brows and says in a low voice, "We must change our approach. Perhaps we have overlooked the most obvious place."

Yun Yao pauses, confused. "The most obvious place?"

"The guest lounge," Jun Mohan says firmly. "All the clues point to Luoxia Peak, but what if the mastermind is intentionally misleading us? The more conspicuous a place is, the easier it is to overlook."

At that moment, the guest lounge is bustling with activity—guests clink glasses while the sound of music fills the air. The arrival of Yun Yao and Jun Mohan draws little attention; like two drops of water merging into the sea, they observe their surroundings in silence.

However, beneath the calm surface, undercurrents are swirling. Just as they sit down, ready to examine the guests, a sharp aura of murder instantly envelops the lounge. Several black-clad figures descend from above, surrounding Yun Yao and Jun Mohan.

"I knew it! This is the real battlefield!" Yun Yao thinks, her spiritual power surging as she prepares to fight.

"Watch out!" Jun Mohan shouts, unsheathing his long sword. The cold blade flashes, striking directly at one of the attackers.

The black-clad figures are clearly prepared. They coordinate seamlessly, their moves lethal, forcing Yun Yao and Jun Mohan to retreat step by step. Nearby tables and chairs are shattered by the shockwaves of their spells, leaving the area in disarray as guests flee in panic.

"What is going on?!" Immortal Sect disciples, alerted by the commotion, rush to provide support and join the fray.

For a time, the lounge is filled with surging spiritual power, flying sword energy, and deafening battle cries. Yun Yao and Jun Mohan stand back-to-back, fending off the fierce onslaught. Out of the corner of her eye, Yun Yao spots one of the attackers holding a strange magical artifact that emits a faint, eerie green light. A chill runs through her, and a sense of foreboding takes hold.

"Mohan, look out!" Yun Yao cries out, simultaneously channeling her spiritual power into Jun Mohan to reinforce his protective shield.

Just then, the artifact in the attacker’s hand bursts into a dazzling light...

Yun Yao’s eyes narrow. "No!"

The brilliant light explodes, scattering like countless tiny needles that sting the eyes, blinding everyone. Although Yun Yao’s spiritual shield is raised in time, it cannot withstand such a powerful impact. She feels a sharp pain spreading through her body, and a metallic, bloody taste fills her throat.

"Yao'er!" Jun Mohan reacts with lightning speed, pulling her into his arms. He swings his sword, releasing a wave of energy that forces the surrounding attackers back.

Yun Yao regains her footing and a cold smirk plays on her lips. She had noticed earlier that the lounge, while seemingly peaceful, was actually full of hidden mechanisms. She had already tampered with the ornate decorations and the seemingly casually placed potted plants.

"Rise!" Yun Yao commands, her hands forming seals as her spiritual power surges forth like a tide.

The seemingly harmless potted plants suddenly erupt with a powerful suction force, the soil within them churning like living creatures to ensnare the attackers. The exquisite tea sets on the tables transform into sharp blades, flying toward the enemies.

"Despicable!" the attackers roar, struggling to break free, only to be bound even tighter.

Jun Mohan seizes the opportunity, his sword strikes like a rainbow, felling the attackers one by one. Yun Yao takes the chance to manipulate the mechanisms in the lounge, trapping the remaining black-clad figures. With a series of muffled thuds, the attackers fall into the traps, letting out cries of agony.

Yun Yao claps her hands, looking at the trapped men with a radiant smile. The surrounding Immortal Sect disciples cheer for her wit and bravery.

Jun Mohan sheathes his sword and approaches her, gently wiping the sweat from her forehead with tender care. Yun Yao’s cheeks flush slightly; she looks up, meeting his eyes, and a subtle, intimate tension hangs in the air between them. Those around them exchange knowing smiles.

However, amidst this lighthearted atmosphere, Yun Yao crouches down to carefully examine the subdued attackers. When she pulls back the collar of one, her pupils dilate. There, tattooed in blood-red ink, is a pattern resembling a bat with wings spread—eerie and sinister.

Jun Mohan sees the mark as well, his expression turning grave. This is not the mark of any faction within the Immortal Sect, but rather one belonging to a higher-level, hidden power.

"This..." Yun Yao murmurs to herself, and the air seems to freeze.

Jun Mohan traces the mark with his gaze, takes a deep breath, and whispers, "This mark... I fear..."