They came here, well-prepared.

Years ago, Youluo Fragrance was planted in the bloodline of the Black Panther clan.

As long as Youluo Attraction is catalyzed, it can suppress him.

Before the words were finished, three elders raised their hands simultaneously, took out a black sachet from their bosom, and crushed it without hesitation.

At the moment the sachet shattered, a wisp of pale purple smoke spread out, carrying a strange fragrance.

Then the three elders formed hand seals and simultaneously performed a certain secret technique.

The secret technique together with the smoke turned into a purple light curtain, firmly enveloping Mei Qingchen.

This Youluo Fragrance is not an ordinary poison but an ancient spell.

It can suppress the Netherworld Black Panther from awakening into a Golden Leopard.

Power is also suppressed.

It can trigger the Youluo Fragrance within the Black Panther.

It can suppress the opponent’s superpower strength, if performed well, it might even control the opponent.

However, this also depends on the Beastman’s willpower; if it’s strong enough, it’s impossible to control them.

The three elders found it extremely strenuous to manipulate the Youluo Fragrance.

Because it’s not easy to draw out the Youluo Fragrance within Mei Qingchen’s body.

The rain in the sky continued to fall, and the wind blew as they sweated profusely due to continuously casting the Secret Technique.

"Puff..."

Some even spat blood.

"What a tough nut to crack."

"As expected of a Golden Leopard; the body is different from a Black Panther."

They had severe headaches and at the same time, intense greed.

The Youluo Sword Sect mostly consists of Black Panther Beastmen.

According to ancestral secrets, Black Panthers can awaken into Golden Leopards.

Once awakened into a Golden Leopard, innate abilities and cultivation speed will enhance, and there’s even the potential to become a god.

The temptation is too great.

Even knowing the power of a Golden Leopard, the actual battle struck awe in the heart.

They did not expect a Golden Leopard Beastman to possess such willpower.

Their realm of strength cannot be compared to his.

Yet even so, he could still withstand their oppressive suppression.

Su Muyao’s heart sank completely.

The purple smoke enveloped Mei Qingchen, and despite his determined resistance, his body began to change.

He could sense it clearly; his meridian power seemed restricted.

The crimson aura around him suddenly paused as if suppressed by an invisible force.

Immediately, Mei Qingchen’s complexion turned pale, and a trace of pain swept through his eyes.

At this moment, his perception became clearer.

The smoke unexpectedly triggered something hidden deep within his blood, a cold and eerie power spread through his blood, swiftly extending throughout his body, firmly suppressing his superpowers, even beginning to manipulate his movements.

"How is this possible."

Mei Qingchen couldn’t believe that something still lurked in his blood.

Once triggered, his full strength couldn’t be unleashed.

He desperately tried to mobilize his superpower to resist that bizarre force, but the more he tried, the stronger the backlash from that power, like countless needles stabbing into his meridians, gnawing at his Divine Soul.

His body started to tremble violently, blood constantly spilled from his mouth, and the crimson blood dripped down his jaw, staining his battle attire red. The previously surging aura gradually faded, his powers were suppressed to the point where he could barely wield the sword in his hand.

The three elders brandished their swords, attacking Mei Qingchen, not killing him but leaving him covered in wounds, the blood staining the ground red.

Mei Qingchen tried to resist many times, but the suppression from the three elders was powerful.

He could feel his strength being steadily weakened and controlled, his consciousness gradually blurring.

The eerie power hidden deep in his blood was like a dormant demon, forcibly awakened, devouring him bit by bit.

But he cannot fall, and he cannot be controlled by Youluo Sword Sect.

Recalling the situation deduced, Mei Qingchen shut his eyes.

He mustered up his last ounce of strength and lifted his hand to form seals.

The golden light at his fingertips flickered weakly, yet his gaze remained exceptionally firm.

Immediately, intricate golden patterns spread from his fingertips, flowing across his brow, and coursing into his mind.

He was sealing his memories, sealing some things in his body, sealing those secrets that must not fall into the hands of the Youluo Sword Sect.

As the golden patterns dissipated, Mei Qingchen’s body weakened and he could no longer hold on, collapsing straight down.

The aura around him completely dissipated, leaving only a faint breath to prove he was still alive.

Seeing this, Su Muyao’s eyes reddened, her grip on the sword sheath tightened.

From gripping too tightly, her fingers were cut by the patterns on the sword sheath, and blood dripped down.

She wanted to kill at this moment, to kill the three elders.

The three elders breathed a sigh of relief, with expressions of surviving a catastrophe.

They slowly walked to Mei Qingchen’s side, confirming he had lost all strength to resist, his aura weak.

"Take him away, hand him to the Sect Master, and we’ll surely be richly rewarded!"

"If the secrets of his body are known to our sect, we too have the chance to awaken into a Golden Leopard."

"You could see from the battle just now that this guy’s innate strength and willpower are indeed formidable."

The leading elder spoke coldly, with a greedy intonation.

They too wanted to become more powerful.

The other two elders stepped forward, crudely lifting Mei Qingchen’s body, dragging him with superpowers, leaving the scene, disappearing into the rain and mist.

Halfway up the mountain, only bloodstains and the mud washed by rainfall remained, as if the earlier battle was but a fleeting dream.

Su Muyao stood in place, her superpower and spiritual power continuously depleting.

The glow on the sword sheath dimmed accordingly, the scene before her gradually crumbled, reverting back to reality.

Time Reversal ended.

Su Muyao felt cold all over, water droplets trickled down her cheeks, unsure whether it was rainwater or something else.

She tightly grasped the sword sheath, her fingers turning white from the force, the pain in her heart more intense than the wounds on Mei Qingchen.

She finally understood what Mei Qingchen experienced on Cloud Mist Mountain.

And finally knew what kind of secret was hidden deep in his blood.

The cold rain persisted, the mountain winds continued, as Su Muyao slowly raised her head, looking towards the direction where Mei Qingchen was taken, a look of determination flashed in her eyes. "Mei Qingchen, I will definitely rescue you."

Possibly earlier, Su Muyao was provoked by Mei Qingchen; now seeing these scenes, her emotions were further inflamed. In addition to the massive consumption of spiritual power and superpower, her Spirit Sea began to spiral into chaos.

As a result, she spat blood, her body softened, and she fainted.

Only while fainting did Su Muyao vaguely feel herself falling into an embrace.

It felt somewhat familiar.

Whose embrace is it?

While she was unconscious, a helpless yet long sigh echoed in her ears.

...

When Su Muyao awoke again, it was inside a mountain cabin.

Sunlight shone through the window lattice into the room, giving a warm feeling. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

Su Muyao opened her eyes, the sunlight was glaring, she shielded her eyes and slowly sat up.

Looking at the unfamiliar yet clean room, she felt a bit dazed.

At this moment, the door creaked open, and then a stunningly handsome man walked in.

He had a tall stature like jade, and in the interplay of light and shadow, his clothes moved without wind, with sleeves fluttering like a raven’s wings, bringing an invisible yet captivating aura.

As he approached, Su Muyao saw his appearance clearly.

His skin was cold white, his bone structure was uniquely charming, like a dark night rose. When his peach blossom eyes looked down, they naturally exuded affection, and the floating light in his eyes could easily engulf one’s soul.

Indeed, male beauty is bewitching.

Such a person, with just one look, could easily inspire fantasies.

"Little girl, it hasn’t been that long since we last met, yet you don’t recognize me?"

The man looked at her with helpless indulgence, his stunning appearance tinged with an inviting hue.

His voice was like the tone of a mountain stream, easily entrancing.

Standing before her, the overwhelming aura softened slightly, his peach blossom eyes imbued with endless pampering.

He was very tall, and after getting out of bed, Su Muyao had to crane her neck to look at him, straining herself.

In the morning’s glow, she hazily looked at him and said: "Di... Di Fu Yuan?"

She could hardly believe it, feeling like she was dreaming, wondering how she could see Di Fu Yuan.