As expected, when the water spirit transformed into a water body and gradually merged into the barrier, the barrier showed no repelling fluctuations.
This method works!
Yan Jiaojiao's brows relaxed. She beckoned, and the water spirit emerged from the barrier again. It then attached itself to Yan Jiaojiao as instructed, enveloping her completely like a suit of armor made of water.
Following this, Yan Jiaojiao, using this disguise, stepped into the barrier. She noticed a slight ripple at the intersection with the barrier, and the swastika symbol began to spin rapidly.
Yan Jiaojiao's hand tightened involuntarily. In a thousand years, she had never been so excited about a barrier. Now, her heart was pounding in her throat.
Yan Jiaojiao stopped moving, half-trapped in the middle of the barrier. Only when the swastika symbol's rotation gradually stabilized did Yan Jiaojiao gather her courage and forcefully slide into the barrier.
The barrier rippled slightly again, but still, no attack was initiated.
The water spirit detached itself from Yan Jiaojiao, transforming back into human form. It tilted its small head and blinked at Yan Jiaojiao, as if awaiting her praise.
Yan Jiaojiao couldn't help but pat her small head and say, "Thank you for your hard work."
Satisfied, the water spirit smiled and instantly returned to the Spiritual Jade space.
Yan Jiaojiao continued to approach the Sutra Repository.
Standing at the base of the Sutra Repository, Yan Jiaojiao looked up at the seven-story pagoda-like building and realized its immense size and height.
No wonder it appeared as majestic as a mountain and could be seen from afar.
Yan Jiaojiao couldn't help but glance at the larger courtyard further inside. She mused to herself that only the Sect Master lived there alone, and he didn't find it boring.
Back then, as an ancient being of a thousand years, she would also transform into a young human form and occasionally enjoy the bustling life of ordinary people. This Sect Master, however, was truly steadfast, living alone for centuries, spending his days either in seclusion or cultivation.
A crow in the bushes cawed out of place.
Yan Jiaojiao snapped back to reality, remembering her purpose was to investigate the Sutra Repository, and she dismissed further thoughts.
Entering through the locked main door was impossible. Yan Jiaojiao observed the Sutra Repository and then set her sights on a window on the second floor with a platform.
Yan Jiaojiao pushed off the ground with her feet, landing lightly before the window she had chosen. She crouched on the windowsill and tentatively pushed the window. A golden light flashed, and Yan Jiaojiao's hand was repelled, a slight burning sensation remaining on her fingertips.
If Yan Jiaojiao hadn't been prepared, her fingers might have been engulfed in flames.
Although she had anticipated a restriction, Yan Jiaojiao never expected such a powerful Fire Dragon Curse.
However, the more formidable it was, the more certain Yan Jiaojiao became that there must be a high-level artifact inside.
Yan Jiaojiao raised her hand, flipped over, and leaped directly onto the top floor of the Sutra Repository. This time, as her feet touched the wall, an even more potent Fire Dragon Curse was triggered, and flames like dragons instantly coiled around Yan Jiaojiao's lower leg.
"Retreat!"
Yan Jiaojiao let out a low cry, and a stream of water imbued with spiritual energy surged from her fingertips, repelling the fire dragon. She landed back on the second-floor windowsill.
It seemed the top floor was completely sealed, making it difficult even to approach.
Yan Jiaojiao looked down at her calf. The area had already been scorched by the Fire Dragon Curse, emitting a burning smell, and a small spot was slightly stinging and had drawn blood.
Wounds inflicted by the Fire Dragon Curse would be continuously eroded by fire poison. With proper care, it would take over a month to see improvement; if neglected, it would undoubtedly fester and rot.
Yan Jiaojiao frowned, took a bottle of wound medicine from her Spiritual Jade space, and poured it onto the wound without hesitation. A stinging pain instantly struck. Yan Jiaojiao gritted her teeth and endured it. After a while, the stinging subsided, and the burning sensation also eased.
Yan Jiaojiao exhaled slowly. At her current level, she was powerless to break through a green-level forbidden curse. However, knowing that the restriction here was the Fire Dragon Curse tonight was not in vain. She would return, prepare the method to break the curse, and then come back to probe.
Yan Jiaojiao thought as she tore off a piece of her hem to wrap her wound and seal the smell of blood. Suddenly, a cold wind blew.
"Who are you, to dare to trespass into the forbidden grounds of my Ge Nan Academy?"
Accompanying the cold wind was a clear, magnetic voice that came from a distance. By the time the last word fell, a figure in blue had already drifted to Yan Jiaojiao's front, their faces almost touching, their noses almost touching!
It was indeed a handsome, immortal-like face. But appearing inexplicably in the dead of night, Yan Jiaojiao, feeling guilty and like a thief, instantly stumbled and fell directly from the second-floor windowsill, landing awkwardly on the ground. In the next second, ignoring the pain, Yan Jiaojiao immediately sprang up, warily watching the person who slowly drifted to the ground.
The person stared at Yan Jiaojiao. Their hair was tied up high, their brows were cold and stern, their features exquisitely chiseled, and their sharp angles were distinct. Their blue robes further accentuated their celestial and divine aura.
Yan Jiaojiao also liked to wear blue, but for the first time, she felt that blue robes could look even more beautiful on someone else.
However, the person's gaze was too cold. They looked at Yan Jiaojiao as if she were already dead.
"You are a thief."
This was a declarative sentence, not a question.
Yan Jiaojiao remained silent. She had already guessed that this person was likely the Sect Master who was in seclusion. After all, he still had the Ge Nan Academy's insignia hanging from his waist, although it was more exquisite and luxurious than theirs.
No wonder he had such an ethereal aura. If he had truly surpassed the purple-level cultivators, he would only be one step away from becoming immortal. Calling him a demigod would not be an exaggeration.
The immortal-like Sect Master did not seem to care about Yan Jiaojiao's answer. He simply raised his jade-like finger and pointed at Yan Jiaojiao. A powerful surge of spiritual energy rushed towards Yan Jiaojiao, instantly binding her and making it difficult for her to breathe and move.
"Ugh!"
Yan Jiaojiao couldn't even utter a sound now.
After entering the Boundless Continent, she had faced danger multiple times. Even when she jumped off a cliff last time, Yan Jiaojiao was confident she could survive with her strong regenerative abilities. But this time, it was the first time Yan Jiaojiao felt a sense of crisis. The fear of her life draining away seized her heart tightly.
Yet, Yan Jiaojiao was helpless. As the powerful spiritual energy tightened its grip, she couldn't even move a finger.
This Sect Master truly intended to kill her!
Yan Jiaojiao opened her eyes in pain, pleading with her gaze at the Sect Master, asking for at least a chance to quibble!
However, the Sect Master's eyes remained cold, utterly unmoved by the life or death of such a minor figure.
His mind held only one thought: intruders would be killed without mercy.
Yan Jiaojiao closed her eyes in despair.
Just then, a familiar fresh and cold fragrance suddenly wafted over. Black feathers descended from the air like heavy snow, shielding the Sect Master and Yan Jiaojiao!