After infiltrating the main characters' group, I became the most beautiful woman in the world.

"That's more like it."

As soon as she finished speaking, she didn't hold back at all. Like a light and delicate little sparrow, she jumped up and landed steadily on his back, her arms naturally wrapping around his neck.

Yin Ye hadn't expected her to jump up like that. A low, hoarse gasp escaped his throat. "Quiet down, are you trying to murder me?"

His injuries from these past few days haven't fully healed, and suddenly, those old wounds are creeping up his spine and into his limbs, causing him excruciating pain.

But he didn't throw her off; instead, he steadily supported her knees, his palms pressed against her skin, his fingertips unconsciously tightening a little.

Su Ning buried her face in the crook of his neck, her nose brushing against his slightly cool fabric, inhaling the scent of mountain grass and mist emanating from him. She deliberately blew a breath into his ear and softly hummed, "Who told you to treat me like that last night, making my back ache? This is your punishment."

Her breath was so warm it was almost burning, and it slipped into his collar, making the back of his neck tingle.

Yin Ye closed his eyes, suppressing the surging pain, and carried her step by step toward the Wuxiang Sect.

I don’t know if it’s because this place is special, but the surrounding area is dark and the sun can’t even get in.

The wind swirled mist from afar into the forest, clinging to the hem of his clothes, chilling him to the bone.

But the person on his back was as warm as a little sun, with arms tightly wrapped around his neck, chin resting on his shoulder, and occasionally swinging his leg, showing no awareness of being a "prisoner".

Yin Ye's eyes darkened slightly, feeling that he needed to teach the little thing on his back a lesson.

So he lifted the hand supporting her knees slightly and pinched her buttocks with a light touch.

Su Ning jolted, gasped, and tightened her grip on his neck, both ashamed and angry: "You—!"

He didn't stop walking, his back still straight, but a chilling chuckle lingered in his deep voice as it slowly drifted into her ears:

"Behave yourself. If you move around again, it won't be as simple as just pinching you."

His tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable force; a chilling aura enveloped him, creating a sense of oppression that made her ears burn.

She lay on his back, both angry and embarrassed, but unable to break free. She could only grit her teeth and gently bite his neck, but it had no deterrent effect whatsoever; instead, it felt like a kitten scratching an itch.

He could only mutter, "You damned lecher, you filthy lecher."

Yin Ye chuckled softly, his palm firmly holding hers, and walked forward at a leisurely pace.

A dark, damp wind swept past the two of them, his cold aura mingling with her soft fragrance, creating an ambiguous and inexplicable atmosphere.

This time, she really behaved herself a lot, only daring to hum softly on his back, no longer daring to make a ruckus.

She didn't know how much time had passed, so long that sunlight shone on Su Ning, and she realized that she had somehow walked out of the misty forest.

Looking ahead, she saw thousands of cliffs vying for attention, exuding an oppressive chill. The peaks were as if cleaved by a ghostly axe, piercing the clouds, while the cliffs were bare, with only a few scattered plants growing twisted and grotesque, emitting strange, whistling sounds when the wind blew.

Between the mountains are deep ravines, bottomless, with clouds and mist churning at the bottom, a dark and gloomy expanse that sends chills down one's spine at the mere sight of it.

"Is this the Bone-Eating Abyss?"

There was a stone tablet in front of us, the characters of which had long been eroded by wind and rain and were mottled and blurred. Only the three large characters "Shiguyuan" could be vaguely made out, with the strokes as sharp as knives and exuding a bone-devouring ferocity.

Behind the stone tablet is the broken wooden bridge that hangs over the ravine.

A rotten log lay across the two peaks, most of the planks already decayed and hollow, with only a few blackened, thick vines barely binding the bridge. The mountain wind swept through, carrying the chill from the abyss, and the whole bridge groaned, "creak, creak, creak," like the dying gasps of a dying man, as if it were about to collapse and fall into the abyss at any moment.

Su Ning clung to Yin Ye's back, her fingertips unconsciously gripping his collar. Gazing at the churning, inky clouds below the bridge, her voice trembled: "This bridge... is it safe to cross?"

Yin Ye lowered his gaze to the swaying bridge, a dark shadow settling in his eyes, but without a trace of fear. He chuckled softly in her ear, his tone laced with a malicious mockery: "Scared? Where did all that energy you had for wriggling on my back go?"

Su Ning pouted: "Who's afraid? Put me down, and I'll show you I won't walk away."

But Yin Ye ignored Su Ning's words, and simply lifted her up again: "Hold on tight to me."

As he spoke, he stepped onto the bridge. The rotten wood beneath his feet made a piercing cracking sound. Su Ning was so frightened that she immediately buried her face in his neck, her arms tightly gripping his neck, and she even slowed her breathing.

Yin Ye found it amusing. He was clearly terrified, yet he still acted all fierce. He was just like a little cat.

Because she was lying on Yin Ye's body, Su Ning's feelings weren't very clear. She only felt a chilling, eerie feeling coming from the bottom of the cliff.

She hugged the person beneath her tighter, pressing her face even closer.

"Relax, you're going to strangle me."

Yin Ye's voice carried a hint of helplessness.

But Su Ning ignored him, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck and complaining, "Hurry up and leave, it's freezing!"

After about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Su Ning felt that she should have reached the middle of the bridge, but unfortunately, the surroundings were shrouded in mist, and even the path under her feet was not very clear.

But then Yin Ye stopped.

Why are you not leaving?

Su Ning looked around, about to look back, but was stopped by the other person: "You can't look back on the Soul-Locking Bridge."

Even though the other person's voice was very calm, Su Ning felt goosebumps all over her body, and she even seemed to hear crying coming from the bottom of the cliff.

She instinctively moved closer to the other person, even lowering her voice: "Aren't you from a demonic sect? Why are you pretending to be some kind of supernatural being?"

Before Yin Ye could reply, a deep voice imbued with internal energy came from the end of the bridge: "Is that Master Yin on the Soul-Locking Bridge?"

"It's me."

After Yin Ye finished speaking, the voice continued, "The sect leader has ordered that Master Yin may return on his own, but no one else is allowed to enter the sect."

Upon hearing this, Su Ning immediately retorted angrily, "I'm going to walk in openly and honestly today!"

But then, three arrows shot from the other side of the bridge.

"careful!"

After Su Ning finished speaking, she immediately closed her eyes, since she was now lying on someone else's back.

A hint of ferocity flashed in Yin Ye's eyes. He took a few steps back lightly, and one of the arrows grazed the wooden plank beneath his feet with a "whoosh," while the other two flew into the Bone-Corroding Abyss below the Soul-Locking Bridge and disappeared without a trace.

Yin Ye glanced down at the trembling wooden planks beneath his feet, steadily supporting Su Ning's legs. He followed the spreading mist towards the end of the bridge, his voice as cold as ice: "Who gave you permission to fire an arrow without authorization!"

There was a moment of silence on the other side of the bridge before a voice rang out, "I hope Master Yin will not take offense, but the sect leader has said that outsiders are not allowed to enter the sect."

Yin Ye chuckled: "I had no idea when this rule came about within the sect?"

"I'll ask you one more time, who exactly ordered you to do this!"

No sooner had Yin Ye finished speaking than another deep, resonant voice came from the bridgehead:

"It was I who did it, so what are you going to do about it?"