Whoosh!!!
A golden light flashed, and four figures appeared out of thin air.
"Aah!!!"
After a miserable scream.
Song Qianqian and Jiang Qingning both fell to the ground. Acheron and little Yao, however, landed steadily.
After steadying herself, Acheron calmly scanned the surrounding trees and the two now-dimmed golden talismans in little Yao's hand.
"Items similar to spatial teleportation, it seems... but the process didn't appear to go smoothly."
Acheron quickly figured out the gist of it. After all, in cultivation novels, having this kind of life-saving trump card is quite normal. However, what piqued Acheron's curiosity was that during the teleportation process, she keenly sensed a mysterious resistance.
Although the resistance was weak, the teleportation process wasn't initiated by her, so she didn't move to break it.
"Waaaah, my last two talismans are all used up."
little Yao watched the talismans in her hand slowly dissipate, her heart aching deeply.
These were the last three life-saving trump cards her Mommy had given her before passing away; even a Nascent Soul Stage powerhouse couldn't track them. However, one Teleportation Talisman could only be used by two people at most. Her Mommy had used one to send her away, and now, to save Acheron and the other two, the last two were gone.
But little Yao was merely heartbroken; she didn't feel any regret in her heart. Initially, she only felt a faint trace of kindness toward these people, calculating in her mind whether she should use the talismans to help them escape this danger.
After all, she had been used to wandering alone since she was young, and combined with her identity, she was always somewhat wary of the word "trust."
But when Acheron spoke those words without hesitation, the rusty door in the depths of her heart creaked open—her long-sealed heart seemed like frozen earth brushed by a spring breeze, the frost quietly melting, giving rise to a long-lost, almost foreign warmth.
Before little Yao could continue reflecting on this unfamiliar feeling, Acheron softly asked her about the details of what just happened. After hearing her out, little Yao felt confused. When she truly began to survey her surroundings, her expression turned to one of shock, and the small tail behind her instantly stiffened.
"This... this is impossible! The talismans Mommy gave me clearly shouldn't be blocked even by a Nascent Soul Stage powerhouse!"
little Yao's panicked cry immediately caught the attention of the other two. Song Qianqian and the other were unable to calm down for a long time after their escape. Although neither of them was injured, it was still too much for two mortals to face an existence above the Nascent Soul realm.
Only after a long while did they finally recover slightly. After little Yao finished her brief review, the little pearls in her red eyes almost dropped right then and there.
It turned out that, according to little Yao, the area they were in previously was a forest near the Wind Thunder Pavilion. But their teleportation seemed to have been obstructed, resulting in them failing to completely leave this forest. In other words, they might be found again before long. After all, the divine sense of a Nascent Soul Stage powerhouse could easily detect locations thousands of miles away in an instant.
Hearing this, Acheron became thoughtful, her mind faintly confirming several answers.
First, since little Yao had timely rescued the two from the old man at the critical moment, the issue with the talismans couldn't have been caused by that old man. Of course, Acheron didn't blame little Yao; after all, her intention in acting was indeed for their own good.
Thus, Acheron thought of another possibility.
'Is it because the mystic realm has some kind of boundary?'
little Yao had used the talismans herself before, so it was unlikely that there was a problem with the talismans themselves. The difference this time was that she had brought the three of them along. And as for the three of them compared to little Yao herself, aside from the difference in race, Acheron leaned more toward the identity of "Otherworlder" being the variable.
Now that the talismans had successfully teleported them but were intercepted by an unknown 'wall.' If nothing else, that must be the limit of the area where Acheron and the others could move.
Next, Acheron told this conclusion to the three women. Song Qianqian and the other immediately realized, but little Yao's little head was completely muddled, not understanding at all.
After learning that little Yao had spent her precious life-saving trump cards to save them, Song Qianqian couldn't help but be moved, while also feeling worried about the girl's silly appearance.
"little Yao, it's lucky you met us. You're so innocent; you must never easily trust others in the future, or I'll really worry about you being tricked."
But upon hearing this, little Yao shook her head in disagreement. Since things had come to this, she also decided to be honest with them.
"I won't, Big Sister. little Yao isn't stupid; little Yao can easily distinguish between good and bad people."
According to her explanation, little Yao's racial talent was uniquely favored by heaven and earth: when she was born, she triggered a surging tide of fortune like a pouring flood, and was regarded by her clansmen as an auspicious beast that brightened the clan's fortune.
This talent not only made her extremely sensitive to the traces of Heavenly Treasures but also allowed her to easily see through the good and evil in people's hearts.
"So I knew from the first glance that you sisters were good people."
little Yao's bluntness made Song Qianqian's lip twitch, her mind full of confusion:
'Why was she suddenly being given a "good person card"?'
Only Jiang Qingning, standing to the side, suddenly fell silent after hearing this, as if lost in thought. At this moment, Song Qianqian's brow furrowed sharply.
"Wait, that's not right. little Yao, you're clearly the clan's mascot, so why are you out here sleeping in the rough? Could it be that you're out for experience?"
As soon as these words were spoken, little Yao's eyes instantly dimmed, and her perked-up ears drooped, but she still braced herself and recounted the past one by one.
It turned out that her fortune was like a double-edged sword: although it allowed her to escape from the gates of hell repeatedly, it plunged her loved ones into an abyss—those "lucky" moments had long since turned into scars on others.
"Mommy and sisters... suffered unwarranted disasters because of little Yao's existence. Since then, little Yao began this wandering life."
Song Qianqian and the others suddenly understood.
To put it bluntly, little Yao was the protagonist favored by fate in the story; under the shroud of her halo, even the God of Death would take a detour. Meanwhile, the people around her were like supporting characters destined for sacrifice in a script, deprived of even the right to struggle.
This conclusion was like a stone, weighing down on Song Qianqian so much she could hardly breathe. She looked at little Yao, wanting to say something, but the words died in her throat, leaving only a sense of bewilderment.