She grabbed the fluffy ball precisely by the scruff of its neck and lifted it straight out.
The little creature suddenly lost its footing, flailing its paws in midair and baring its teeth, as if it wanted nothing more than to bite to death the person holding it from behind!
“Tsk.” The person shook it as he spoke, his tone lazy and low, casually remarking:
“Junior sister, this little thing’s temper is getting worse and worse. Not fit to keep. You really should throw it away.”
Hearing this, the fluffy ball was so furious it let out a dog-like howl.
It tried to twist around quickly and bite Ling Ye hard.
But unexpectedly, Ling Ye gave it a faint glance, raised his hand, and the little creature flew in a graceful arc, landing on the fork of a peach blossom tree a hundred meters away.
Its neck got stuck right in the gap of the branch fork, its four chubby little legs kicking wildly as it howled in fury.
Watching this scene, Luo Qi simply couldn’t bear to look.
Ling Ye leaned against an Auspicious Beast statue behind him, arms crossed, watching Luo Qi.
“Second senior brother.” Luo Qi addressed Ling Ye.
In the entire God-Hidden Sect, there were only three direct disciples.
Cang Chen, as the sect master, had only one disciple: Luo Qi.
Venerable Zheng Yun was Cang Chen’s second junior brother and the sect’s second elder, with two disciples: Ling Ye and Qing Xuan.
Luo Qi had joined the sect latest, so by order of entry, she ranked last.
Ling Ye studied Luo Qi quietly for a moment before slowly speaking:
“I heard the sect master is sending you to the Cultivation Realm?”
“Mm.”
Luo Qi wasn’t in high spirits, and Ling Ye could understand. This little junior sister was used to staying home; in a thousand years, she’d almost never left the sect.
Her temperament was also quiet—living the same day over and over, looking at the same scenery, yet she never found it dull or boring.
If it were anyone else, they’d probably have gone mad long ago.
Ling Ye let out a barely audible sigh, straightened up, and took out a red jade bracelet, personally fastening it around Luo Qi’s wrist.
Her wrist was slender and fair, and with the translucent red jade bracelet on it, her skin looked even whiter than snow—a truly pleasing sight.
Ling Ye curled his lips in satisfaction.
He reached out and ruffled Luo Qi’s hair. “Don’t worry. Your senior brother has everything handled.”
At that moment.
Inside the Mystic Mist Hall.
Zheng Yun and Kong Yu were still arguing with Cang Chen, refusing to agree to let Luo Qi go to the Cultivation Realm alone.
Cang Chen, his head aching from their bickering, could only lay out his thoughts in full.
“I never said I’d let my precious disciple go alone.”
Zheng Yun: “?”
Kong Yu: “?”
“I plan to select one more person to follow her to the Cultivation Realm later. This incident has far-reaching implications, and time is tight—there’s no room for the slightest error.”
Hearing this, Zheng Yun and Kong Yu’s eyes lit up instantly.
As Cang Chen manipulated the image in the Sieve Mirror, he caught sight of the person who, after the Immortal Realm had been utterly destroyed, stood alone at the summit of Cloud Mountain, battling the man in black robes. He suddenly slapped his forehead.
“Damn. I forgot about this one.”
With that, Cang Chen hastily sent a voice transmission to Luo Qi.
Zheng Yun and Kong Yu’s gazes fell upon the man in dark robes in the mirror.
That man radiated righteousness, carried himself with noble grace, and moved with perfect control in every strike and stance.
Though his cultivation level was inferior to his opponent’s, with his solid foundation and flexible techniques, he managed to hold his own against the Demon Race’s young lord for the time being.
Just then, Luo Qi and Ling Ye arrived at the Mystic Mist Hall.
“Master, what’s wrong?” Luo Qi asked.
“Xiao Qi, this trip to the Cultivation Realm comes with one more task.”
Cang Chen pointed at the Sieve Mirror: “This man is named Su Mu. He is the Child of Fortune of that Minor World, with extraordinary talent—a once-in-a-millennium genius.”
Luo Qi and Ling Ye both looked at the mirror.
“Xiao Qi, find opportunities to elevate Su Mu and help him complete his Tribulation Crossing as soon as possible.”
Luo Qi, screaming internally: “…!”
Could she refuse?
Two days later. In a forest at the border between the Cultivation Realm and the mortal world.
One person and one beast plummeted straight toward the ground at free-fall speed.
Just before they were about to embrace the yellow earth in a close encounter, Luo Qi quickly mobilized the Divine Power within her and cast a protective barrier around herself and Xiao Bai.
This was to prevent herself and the little ball from dying in the line of duty and becoming a flattened meat pancake before they’d even met the Demon Race’s young lord.
Luo Qi had been mentally prepared. She adjusted her posture and landed steadily on the ground.
But Xiao Bai, thoroughly disheveled by the wind, instantly forgot where it was and dove headfirst into the grass, chomping down a mouthful of roots.
What’s more, it maintained that grass-chewing posture and, due to inertia, slid forward a good three or four meters.
Finally, like an upside-down radish, it buried its head straight into the dirt.
Luo Qi: “?!!”
Completely unprepared for how utterly useless this little creature was, Luo Qi stared at the long flattened trail of grass on the ground, her eyes twitching wildly.
She strode over quickly, grabbed the tip of its tail sticking up toward the sky, and yanked the little thing out of the dirt.
The once white and fluffy little ball now had its face covered in dirt and grass clippings, its soft fur matted into clumps by grass juice—green and messy, practically the same color as the surrounding bushes.
Luo Qi suppressed the urge to throw it away, looked away in utter despair, and casually cast a Cleansing Spell on it.
“Xiao Bai, do you even remember that you’re a Divine Beast!”
How could you be this stupid now?
No wonder every time Second Senior Brother sees you, he throws you out.
At this rate, forget being a Divine Beast—even a house pet is smarter than you.
“Wah!” The fluffball spat out the grass in its mouth, staring at Luo Qi with a resentful look, and exposed her in a deep, mournful tone:
“Master, I’m your Companion Divine Beast. Our hearts are connected—I can sense everything you’re thinking!”
Luo Qi: “…”
The speechless master was just about to change the subject when, before she could speak, the little fluffball in her hand stepped on her palm, puffing up its tiny body, and, like a fox borrowing the tiger’s might, cursed at the sky.
“It’s all that irresponsible old geezer Cang Chen’s fault! Why didn’t he tell us in advance that this Minor World would completely suppress our cultivation level! A man this unreliable actually gets to sit on the Sect Master’s throne of the number one sect in the Divine Realm for ten thousand years!”
Speaking of which, Luo Qi also turned serious.
The first feeling upon entering this Minor World was strange.
From the moment she stepped into the territory of this world, she felt as if some kind of power was draining her cultivation level.
In the end, when that power realized her cultivation couldn’t be drained away, it simply went ahead and suppressed it outright.
No—perhaps “sealed” would be more accurate.
She now had not a trace of Spiritual Qi on her, only the remnants of Divine Breath within her body and the Divine Power stored in her bloodline.
At the same time.
Divine Realm, God-Hidden Sect.
Inside Mystic Mist Hall, just as Cang Chen was looking on helplessly at his junior brothers and sisters arguing heatedly, faces flushed red, over the sole spot to go to the Cultivation Realm, he suddenly sneezed hard.
His mind stirred, and Spiritual Qi gathered in his palm as he summoned the Sieve Mirror.
The moment the image took shape, the furious curses of a certain Divine Beast who didn’t know her place echoed throughout the entire main hall of Mystic Mist Hall.
For a moment, the entire hall fell into dead silence, leaving only the echoes of that beast’s “bold declarations.”