Mysterious Wind Temple.
Liu Yuanjun was cultivating in his courtyard when he suddenly heard a commotion nearby. He opened his eyes and flew over.
In another courtyard, a male disciple and a female disciple stood at the entrance, shouting anxiously, "Flying Rosy Clouds! Let her go! Junior Sister Flying Rosy Clouds!"
"What happened?" Liu Yuanjun stepped forward and asked.
"Senior Brother!" The female disciple pointed into the courtyard and hurriedly explained, "We just heard a strange wind in Junior Sister Flying Rosy Clouds' courtyard, so we went inside to look, and Junior Sister Flying Swallow got trapped!"
Liu Yuanjun turned to look. Li Flying Rosy Clouds sat cross-legged in the courtyard, her brows furrowed and her eyes tightly shut, her expression agonized.
A thin blue barrier extended ten meters around her. At its edge hung another young female disciple. She had already lost consciousness, her head and arms dangling limply, as though something were forcibly suspending her in midair.
A faint wisp of soulflame was visibly draining from the young disciple, drifting like smoke from the crown of her head toward Li Flying Rosy Clouds.
"Go get the elders! Split up and find someone. Hurry back as quickly as you can!" Liu Yuanjun immediately directed them. The other two disciples promptly ran off in different directions to fetch their respective Masters.
Liu Yuanjun watched for a moment and noticed that the female disciple was growing weaker as her soulflame drained away. If they waited any longer, she might not survive until the elders arrived.
Even without knowing exactly what was happening, he had no choice but to act.
"Junior Sister Flying Rosy Clouds!" he shouted sharply. He shot forward to the edge of the blue barrier, covered his palm with spirit gold, and grabbed the female disciple's arm, trying to