“Where does Shigu get such nonsense?”
Lu Qiancha showed a sincere smile—a rare expression she reserved for no one but Shifu and Shimei.
“Shifu has always taught me and my Shimei with all his heart. To us, Shifu is like a parent.”
“That said, how did your cultivation level end up like this? After so many years, you’re only at Nascent Soul Peak? You haven’t even broken through Spirit Severing?”
Xuanmo turned her head and shot a sharp glance at Lu Qiancha.
“When I first joined, I heard that Tianquanfeng had fallen under an Unlucky Fate, and now I see it wasn’t wrong.”
“Hand it over. Let this Shishu check your aptitude… I remember your talent was pretty decent when you joined, right? Don’t let that muddled Shifu of yours mess it all up.”
“Uh…” Lu Qiancha frowned slightly. Although Xuanmo’s intentions were clearly good, the thought of physical contact made her uneasy.
Could the Myriad Forms Mirage Technique really block the Divine Sense probe of a Heavenly Immortal?
She hadn’t even practiced it fully, only grasped its basics for a few days. Even without Divine Sense, simple skin contact wouldn’t fool a Spirit Severing late stage cultivator at best.
Instinctively, Lu Qiancha shifted her hips back and forced a polite smile.
“Shigu, men and women should not touch hands. This might be inappropriate.”
“Men and women should not touch hands?”
Xuanmo looked disgusted upon hearing this.
“As cultivators, we seek freedom and ease. Why care about those messy worldly rules? Just reach out your hand.”
With a wave of her hand, Xuanmo made a gesture as if to grab Lu Qiancha’s hand from a distance, nearly making Lu Qiancha’s soul fly out.
“Shigu, you’re right. I’m too attached. But cultivation also requires refining the heart and virtue.”
“If one were to completely let go of restraint, how are they different from those Demonic Cult evil cultivators who pursue power by any means? I… I will quietly reflect on this.”
Lu Qiancha immediately stood up, her footsteps turning, as if treading clouds and mist. Her figure spun lightly and swiftly like an instant teleport, suddenly appearing behind Shangguan Yunzhu.
“Cloud Sea Wandering Dragon Step… Tch, you even learned such a difficult footwork?”
Xuanmo’s expression was strange.
“You’ve cultivated over sixty years; you didn’t spend it all on this, did you?”
“I’ve always worked hard, never slacking off…” Lu Qiancha began.
Before she could finish, she suddenly felt a warm touch.
Hmm?
She looked down at the slender white finger gently poking her palm. Several black lines instantly appeared on her forehead.
Following the delicate finger upward revealed a smooth, fair jade-like arm, as if carved from mutton fat jade.
Further up was a pretty face slightly tilted with a hint of curiosity.
Shangguan Yunzhu!
No, sis, what are you doing?!
Your icy persona—gone to ruin!
Lu Qiancha’s body stiffened; her breath caught for a moment.
Just then, Xuanmo swiftly grabbed Lu Qiancha.
“No slacking off, so why are you dodging? Really, I’m not going to eat you. I need to have a word with your Shifu later…”
Xuanmo’s voice suddenly faltered, her eyes changing.
The next second!
Lu Qiancha felt the space around her freeze for a moment, followed by complete weightlessness and spatial distortion.
The world spun; the scenery twisted wildly like a spilled paint bucket.
The ship, the people, and the roaring chaotic energy streams stretched into dazzling light streaks, then were swallowed by pure, boundless white.
When everything returned to clarity, she found herself in absolute silence.
Beneath her feet flowed a thick, soft, pure white cloud layer like drifting clouds, stretching to the horizon.
Around her floated wisps of pure white Spirit Mist heavy with celestial aura.
The daylight was soft and even, source undiscernible.
This vast space was serene and empty; only she existed here.
It seemed like the purest corner of the Immortal Realm.
What shocked her even more was that her spiritual power was completely sealed, and the Myriad Forms Mirage Technique had halted…
The moment the illusion failed…
“Ugh!”
Lu Qiancha instinctively, with a hint of panic, suddenly raised her hand!
But what appeared before her eyes was a small paw covered in soft, dense, sky-blue fur! At the tip of the claws protruded tiny, crystal-clear ice-like sharp points!
Dead silence.
A chill indescribable shot from her furry little tailbone straight up to her equally furry crown!
She stiffened and slowly lifted her head.
High in the sky, Xuanmo’s figure hovered like a god controlling this space, silently suspended in the center of the pure white firmament.
No violent pressure radiated from her, but her deep, starry eyes held a gaze so cold and scrutinizing it could freeze souls.
She looked down coldly at the suddenly appeared small, helpless sky-blue furry ball on the clouds below.
“XX…”
Xuanmo floated in midair, eyes icy as she stared at Lu Qiancha.
“Where is Lu Qiancha really? Why are you disguised as him, and what is your purpose?”
To deceive a Heavenly Immortal’s eyes like this, such high-level illusion, Xuanmo didn’t believe this was a game.
“I… I say I’m Lu Qiancha… do you believe me…” Lu Qiancha swallowed hard.
Her tender, clear childish voice trembled uncontrollably.
She timidly raised her little furry head, sky-blue eyes shimmering, looking toward the “Great Sun” above that radiated judgmental light.
Upon hearing this, Xuanmo was momentarily confused.
Because in her domain, the answer to that phrase was—true.
Meaning this little wolf cub was indeed the disciple of Sister Xuan Ya from sixty years ago, Lu Qiancha.
But… it shouldn’t be.
At that time, she was responsible for aptitude tests and all assessments—how could she not have noticed?
Moreover, Sister Xuan Ya and that disciple had been together day and night for over sixty years; it was impossible not to recognize him.
Xuanmo took a deep breath and slowly descended.
She walked over to the trembling little wolf cub, not towering over her but bending slightly to crouch down.
Their eyes met, the water-blue ones full of fear and confusion.
She slowly asked, “So, what exactly is going on here?”
“Uh…” Lu Qiancha tapped the ground with one paw, her little head tilted slightly.
Her gaze was evasive; she didn’t dare meet Xuanmo’s eyes that seemed to see through everything.
Her guilty look was exactly like a child caught red-handed.
Xuanmo furrowed her brows tighter; the sharpness and scrutiny in her eyes, which had just softened, gathered again with an icy impatience.
She didn’t speak but narrowed her eyes slightly.
Boom!
A sharp, pure killing intent shot out like a cold needle, piercing the cloud realm’s tranquility and precisely enveloping Lu Qiancha’s tiny body!
“I said, I said!”
Lu Qiancha’s fur bristled; she felt a chill down to her bones.
Her survival instinct overwhelmed everything; her soft voice quivered with sobbing as she hurriedly explained everything.
How her mission went awry, how she was severely injured by Yin Soul Sect forces who also arrived there, and how she narrowly escaped death by obtaining a vial of Demon King Blood that repaired her meridians and soul, but turned her into this form.
She told all this truthfully to Xuanmo.
She didn’t mention the Demonic Sword Remnant Heart—Demonic Artifacts were sensitive matters, and revealing them could cause more trouble.
“You really have a rare experience…”
Xuanmo’s voice faltered.
Having lived for nearly a thousand years, she considered herself well-versed in demons, spirits, and bizarre events, but this was the first time she had heard of something so strange.
So bizarre that even the most wildly imaginative tales she had read didn’t dare to invent such a story.
Something big was coming.
Bro getting found out lef and right
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