“No, I absolutely don’t want to!”
Yuanhe, sitting in the forging room, immediately shook his head.
“Absolutely not.”
“You’re worried that what happened to Liu Qingyun might happen to you, right?”
Lu Li had expected this.
During the Saintess Enthronement Ceremony before, he had used Yuanhe’s long sword, causing Yuanhe to be unable to control it.
And after chatting with the sword spirit earlier, Lu Li vaguely guessed that his Charm Spiritual Root might have influenced the sword spirit to some degree.
So Liu Qingyun was somewhat resistant.
“If using magical artifacts, it might indeed cause problems.”
Liu Qingxi, now changed into a light skirt, leaned against the large door.
“But Yuanhe, if we rely purely on physical combat arts, it should be fine, right?”
“Mm… probably.”
Yuanhe pondered for a moment, then looked at Lu Li again.
“No, no, no, better forget it.”
“Why?”
This response left Lu Li puzzled.
“Buddhist Sect rules: keep away from women.”
Yuanhe said, then closed his eyes and softly chanted a Buddhist mantra.
“In a regular spar, it’s inevitable…”
“This…”
Lu Li stared at his own reflection in the forging furnace, only then realizing.
Previously, he had been fighting for life and death, or meticulously planning, and had never noticed his current situation.
Plus, another week had passed, and it seemed he had grown more accustomed to living as a woman.
“This is also a problem…”
Lu Li lowered his head, looking at his now slender fingers.
“But Yuanhe, this isn’t a personal request; it’s part of the plan going forward.”
“Ah, fine.”
Yuanhe stood up as if resigned.
“Deal: you can’t use Charm Technique or Illusion Magic.”
“It’s settled.”
Lu Li bared his teeth in a smile.
“Don’t smile either.”
Yuanhe sighed deeply.
“Layman Lu, I know you’re not doing it deliberately, but after practicing the Nine Forms of the Heavenly Fox to the third style, every frown and smile emits a unique allure.”
“I don’t want that either.”
Hearing this, Lu Li again composed himself, but those spirit patterns were truly inside his body, not manifesting on the surface.
“Let’s not talk about this; the spar and the plan ahead are more important.”
“Because this relates to the next Yao race city.”
Liu Qingxi cast a Water Mirror.
“To the northeast of Blackstone City is Red Mud City, currently ruled by the Crocodile Lord. His cultivation is also Foundation Establishment Dragon-View Realm. Normal Artifact Mystic Light can’t harm him at all.”
“Moreover, Red Mud City has a unique restriction that hinders the circulation of True Yuan.”
As Lu Li spoke, Yuanhe also adjusted his state and came to the training ground outside the forging room.
“But it’s also the closest Yao race town to our Blackstone City. If we don’t deal with it, it will be very troublesome in the future.”
“A restriction that affects True Yuan is indeed very troublesome.”
Yuanhe thought for a moment.
“The Buddhist Sect has some similar restrictions and methods to break them, but unfortunately I only have the Heavenly Eye. If I could cultivate to the highest level… the Buddha Eye breaking some appearances, how great would that be.”
“This is also part of our plan.”
Lu Li nodded.
“After we finish our physical combat spar, I’ll use Charm Technique on you.”
“Don’t come near me! What do you want to do to me!”
Yuanhe immediately put his arms up in front of him.
“I can’t beat you, but I can still run!”
“Don’t worry, it won’t be that low-level Charm Technique. After the Nine Forms of the Heavenly Fox reaches the third style, it can construct the dream a person most desires.”
Lu Li said, then looked at Yuanhe who now had a mournful face.
“If it succeeds, you’ll also gain some understanding of Eye Techniques. Even if it fails, it’s just a dream.”
“Ok-ok-ok… fine.”
Yuanhe gritted his teeth.
“Let’s spar first!”
“Good!”
Lu Li slightly curled his five fingers into a claw shape.
“Forgive my offense!”
“Demon Subduing!”
Yuanhe also struck out a palm, flat and straightforward, without any form.
But at this moment, Lu Li felt as if a vast ocean was surging down.
“Mountain Breaker.”
He pressed down with five fingers, True Yuan erupting from his fingertips, directly tearing the palm wind apart.
With a tap of his feet, frost spread from underfoot, making the originally rough ground incredibly smooth, allowing Lu Li to instantly close in on Yuanhe’s face.
Clang!
As before, Lu Li’s palm struck the thick light barrier.
The Buddhist Light still shone brightly, only shaking slightly.
“The Buddhist Light placed on oneself is about three times more effective than on others.”
Liu Qingxi, while observing, also recorded the relevant information.
“Yuanhe, is this your limit?”
“Not really.”
Yuanhe shook his head, his gaze falling on Lu Li’s face, who was now frowning in thought.
“Wait, you’re not going to use some trick against me, are you?”
“How could that be, Brother Yuanhe.”
As Lu Li spoke, he drew a Yin Yang Sword.
“I just happen to have an idea that needs verification.”
“Huh?!”
Sword Qi swept in all directions, Buddhist Light blazing.
And thus, the Buddhist Light showed cracks.
After about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the three returned to the forging room.
“This plan is indeed viable, but very dangerous.”
Yuanhe no longer had his earlier joking expression.
“Just a few of us will directly go to Red Mud City, take down the Crocodile Lord as fast as possible, and then have Blackstone City’s soldiers hold the formation?”
“Yes, because Red Mud City is a pure Yao race city. They believe in survival of the fittest. Changing it like we did with Blackstone City using the Beast Tide is impossible.”
Liu Qingxi said.
“In the eyes of some extreme Yao, even if they are attacked to death by a Wild Beast Tide, it’s only because their own strength wasn’t enough.”
“If a frontal assault doesn’t work, I have about two or three follow-up plans.”
Lu Li said.
“But for now, the second matter is to put you, Yuanhe, into a dream.”
“Oh, although a bit worried, I’m still quite curious about what dream I’ll have.”
Yuanhe sat cross-legged.
“Come on.”
“Bewitch Heart.”
Lu Li murmured, a faint gleam appearing in his eyes.
Then the golden light in Yuanhe’s eyes flashed again, as if resisting the power of the illusion.
But the next moment, Yuanhe actively retracted the power of his Heavenly Eye.
Lu Li slowly chanted the Buddhist sutra he had studied, and at the same time, activated Fragrance Holds.
A scent like sandalwood instantly spread.
After a few breaths, Yuanhe lowered his eyelids, as if entering a meditative state.
His body relaxed slightly.
“Alright, let’s let Yuanhe have a grand dream.”
Lu Li said, then stood up under Liu Qingxi’s astonished gaze.
“Huh?”
Liu Qingxi looked at the now closed-eyed Yuanhe, and at Lu Li who seemed to be preparing to leave as if nothing happened.
“Wait, aren’t you an Upper Grade Charm Spiritual Root?!”
Liu Qingxi lowered her voice and casually cast a restriction covering the training ground outside.
“Normally, we Holy Sons and Holy Daughters are all Upper Grade Spiritual Roots… but precisely because they are Upper Grade, they can counteract and influence each other.”
“Yuanhe has the Heavenly Eye, which can resist charm and see the vague essence of all things in the world, yet you made him fall asleep with just one Bewitch Heart technique?!”
The more Liu Qingxi spoke, the more her gaze swept over Lu Li.
“That’s right… no ordinary woman, no matter how well she coordinates with a Charm Spiritual Root, could achieve this level.”
“You have an Immortal Grade Charm Spiritual Root, Drunken Moon Startled Swan!”
Liu Qingxi’s voice was soft but extremely excited.
“This is a Spiritual Root that many people dream of, and it’s even more effective for women to cultivate.”
“Yeah.”
Lu Li nodded, but his heart was even more complicated.
He was not Immortal Grade, but Divine Grade Charm Spiritual Root.
But to avoid too much controversy, he let Liu Qingxi think this way.
As they delved deeper into the Yao race territory, these thick-skinned Yao, along with the Wild Beast Tide that could come at any time, could no longer be easily dealt with using ordinary sword arts.
“Could it be… that I really need to cultivate Charm Technique after all…”