Kong Yu paced back and forth in the hall for a moment before making up her mind.
Turning to Luo Qi, she instructed, “Xiao Qi, rest here and regulate your breathing for now. I’ll go find your master to get the Sieve Mirror and send you to the Cultivation Realm.”
…
At Divine Lord Cangchen’s residence.
Kong Yu stood outside the barrier, gathering a wisp of intent in her palm, and relayed Luo Qi’s situation to Cang Chen through voice transmission.
Cang Chen, who had been in seclusion, heard news of his precious disciple and didn’t spare a moment’s thought—he grabbed the Sieve Mirror and emerged from seclusion ahead of schedule.
Seeing Cang Chen charging out in a fury, Kong Yu’s brow twitched, and she hurried forward to block his path.
“Senior Sect Master, hear me out first. In your current condition, you simply cannot activate the Sieve Mirror again.”
Cang Chen refused to listen to any of it.
In the Divine Realm, Divine Lord Cangchen was famously protective of his disciple, doting on her as if his very life depended on it.
Any deity of notable standing in the Divine Realm knew that “spoiling his disciple” was Divine Lord Cangchen’s greatest “flaw.”
No matter what happened, one could reason with Divine Lord Cangchen—except when it came to his only personally accepted disciple. No one dared utter a single word against her!
Seeing that Cang Chen wouldn’t listen to reason, Kong Yu had no choice but to use Luo Qi as leverage against him.
“Senior Sect Master, if you insist on activating the Sieve Mirror yourself this time, then I’ll go tell Xiao Qi right away that within a few days, she’ll lose her master at a tragically young age!”
Cang Chen: “?!!”
Cang Chen clenched his fists, his beard trembling with rage. He whirled around to glare at Kong Yu, grinding his teeth as he forced out two words: “You wouldn’t dare!”
After tens of thousands of years as fellow disciples, Kong Yu wasn’t the least bit afraid of him.
Unhurried and unruffled, she met his furious gaze, straightened her back, and replied, “Try me. Xiao Qi is closest to me on ordinary days—see if she believes my words or not.”
Cang Chen was completely out of options, and could only hand the Sieve Mirror to Kong Yu with great reluctance.
The entire way, Cang Chen kept nagging—when using the Sieve Mirror, she must proceed slowly and carefully, never rush, lest the Divine Power within the mirror backlash and cause accidental harm.
Half an hour later, Kong Yu and Cang Chen appeared in Mystic Mist Hall.
Seeing only the two of them, Luo Qi asked, “Where are Second Martial Uncle and the two senior brothers? Are they not in the Divine Realm?”
At the mention of Zheng Yun, both Kong Yu and Cang Chen’s expressions darkened noticeably.
Especially Kong Yu’s.
Her face was so black it looked like she’d just had a brawl with Martial Uncle Zheng Yun—and lost.
Cang Chen glanced at his junior sister, cleared his throat, patted Luo Qi’s shoulder, and said to her:
“Your master worried you might be in danger alone in the Cultivation Realm, so I planned to select one of your martial uncles to go down to the lower realm and secretly assist you.”
Luo Qi: So…
Cang Chen: “Who would’ve thought that after your Martial Uncle Zheng Yun learned of this, he used a trick to delay me and your Martial Aunt Kong Yu, then took your Second Senior Brother Ling Ye and charged straight down to the lower realm.”
Luo Qi: “…”
Her Second Martial Uncle’s style truly never failed to disappoint.
After speaking, Cang Chen asked another question:
“Xiao Qi, did you not see them in the Cultivation Realm?”
Luo Qi shook her head blankly.
She hadn’t even sensed their presence, let alone seen them.
Hearing this, Cang Chen frowned slightly.
But soon, his brow relaxed again.
Waving his hand grandly, he said dismissively, “Let them be! Knowing your Martial Uncle Zheng Yun’s nature, he’s probably run off somewhere to fool around again!”
Luo Qi: …Possibly… maybe.
While Kong Yu activated the Sieve Mirror, Luo Qi briefed Cang Chen on her progress in the Cultivation Realm.
“Master, I met Su Mu. His strength is indeed formidable—I estimate it won’t be long before he can achieve Tribulation Transcendence. It’s just that…”
Luo Qi’s tone paused slightly. Thinking of Yan Huaichen, whom she’d encountered the moment she entered the Cultivation Realm, she couldn’t help but feel a headache coming on.
Cang Chen and Kong Yu looked at Luo Qi and asked, “Just what? Have you run into some difficulty?”
Luo Qi pressed her brow, deciding to skip over Yan Huaichen—a passerby who wouldn’t affect the bigger picture.
“It’s manageable. I can handle everything for now,” Luo Qi said.
“Master, when you have free time, could you look into something for me—what’s the name of that Young Demon Lord, and where is he currently?”
From the information she’d gathered in the Cultivation Realm over the past two days, that Young Demon Lord was quite the restless one.
He roamed abroad year-round, rarely staying in the Demon Race’s territory.
That being the case, even though she wanted to kill that demon fiend in the shortest time possible and finish this mission, as long as she couldn’t find the Young Demon Lord, it was all empty talk.
Cang Chen nodded, about to ask how she planned to deal with the Young Demon Lord.
Would she bring him to the Cold Stream Abyss in the Divine Realm, or kill him in the lower realm?
But before he could ask, Kong Yu had already activated the Sieve Mirror.
In an instant, an ancient azure glow enveloped Luo Qi.
“Xiao Qi…”
Cang Chen had barely begun to speak when Luo Qi’s figure vanished within the Sieve Mirror.
Kong Yu closed the passage from the Divine Realm to the Cultivation Realm, retrieved the Sieve Mirror, and said to Cang Chen:
“Senior Brother, if you have something to say to Xiao Qi, just send her a voice transmission later. This time, Xiao Qi returned in a soul state—something must have happened in the lower realm. Let her go back and deal with the mess down there first.”
Mortal Realm.
Before Luo Qi even opened her eyes, she heard the fierce clashing of blades and swords ringing in her ears.
Her brow twitched violently.
The moment she opened her eyes, a fluffy, chubby little ball of fur came flying straight at her face!
Luo Qi instinctively raised her hand to block it.
And caught the little bundle in her grasp.
Xiao Bai’s two hind legs were pinned in Luo Qi’s grip and couldn’t move, but his two front paws clung tightly to Luo Qi as he wailed and sobbed.
“Wuwuwu! Master, you’re finally awake… I thought you didn’t want me anymore!” The little thing cried with snot and tears streaming down his face, and as he cried, he rubbed himself all over Luo Qi.
Luo Qi: “!!”
Rubbing the little one’s soft neck, Luo Qi looked up toward the source of the fighting sounds.
She saw Su Mu wielding his sword, fighting one against five against Yi Ze and the others.
Yan Huaichen sat alone to the side, regulating his breathing, with Ting Bai standing guard one step away from him.
Hearing the commotion from Luo Qi and Xiao Bai’s side, Su Mu unleashed a sword strike, forcing Yi Ze and the others back, and was the first to sheathe his blade.
Luo Qi stood up holding Xiao Bai, looking at the scene before her with some confusion.
Why were Yan Huaichen’s subordinates fighting with Su Mu?
By then, Su Mu had already arrived at Luo Qi’s side. Seeing that she was unharmed, he finally relaxed.
Su Mu clasped his hands in a fist-and-palm salute and said solemnly to Luo Qi, “Su Mu thanks you for saving my life, miss. This great kindness, I will never forget for as long as I live!”
Luo Qi waved her hand, signaling that he need not take it to heart. “It was merely a small effort. You flatter me, fellow cultivator.”
Seeing that Luo Qi truly did not regard the favor as anything significant, Su Mu pondered for two seconds, then a brilliant smile curved at the corners of his lips.
Su Mu was already extraordinarily beautiful by nature—his features delicate and refined individually, elegant and noble when taken together.
Every move he made was even more transcendent and otherworldly than the God Lords detached from all worldly matters in the Tenth Heaven.
With that charming smile, the sense of aloofness that seemed to emanate from his very bones softened, like the peach blossoms in the garden suddenly bursting into full bloom—dazzling and radiant, impossible to look away from.