Staring at the “great bed” that had seemingly “grown” out of thin air before them, Ting Bai and the others were slightly taken aback.
Wasn’t this woman just a mortal?
From head to toe, she appeared gentle and harmless, and there wasn’t even a trace of spiritual power emanating from her. How could she transform a tattered leaf into such a thick “round bed” in the blink of an eye?
What Ting Bai and the others couldn’t understand was that Luo Qi had even placed some Spirit Mist on the “bed.”
Within that ethereal, insubstantial white mist, delicate rose-red petals flickered faintly into view.
But what surprised them even more was yet to come.
They watched as Luo Qi reached out and patted the “bed” she had created, then lightly leaped, landing steadily in the center of the “Leaf Bed.”
The Spirit Mist, wrapped around the petals, swirled along the hem of her dress. In that instant, Ting Bai, Yi Ze, and the others felt as though they were witnessing a Divine Maiden descending from the Tenth Heaven.
Luo Qi channeled the Divine Power within her body and said to the group:
“I have my own flying vessel, so I won’t trouble you all. A friendly reminder—keep up. If you fall behind, this young lady won’t come back specifically to find you.”
The moment her words fell, the “Leaf Bed” beneath Luo Qi’s feet shot directly into the air, vanishing to a thousand li away in the blink of an eye.
Gazing at the lingering Spirit Essence left in midair, Yan Huaichen narrowed his eyes, his pupils as deep and dense as spilled ink.
Having already flown several thousand li, Luo Qi glanced back at the somewhat indistinct figures of the Nether Tigers behind her. A slight curve tugged at her red lips, forming an arc devoid of any warmth.
She formed a hand seal with her fingers. The petals on the “Leaf Bed” piled up in a thick layer, with many more dancing up and down around the “bed.”
Luo Qi slowly stretched, found a comfortable position, and half-reclined on the “Leaf Bed.”
Sensing the intense fluctuations of Divine Power within his master’s body, Xiao Bai quickly leaped out of the Sumeru Space.
But the moment he opened his eyes, he saw his master—the “number one slacker of the sect”—leaning to one side, propping her forehead with one hand, eyes half-closed in restful repose.
After Luo Qi sat down, the petals automatically swirled around her, eventually forming a “flower blanket” that shielded her from view.
Xiao Bai was utterly dumbfounded.
It took him a long while before he spoke with a complicated expression:
“Master, neither of us has any Spiritual Qi right now. This ‘bed’ of yours is condensed from the Divine Power in your body. Who knows when this damn Minor World’s cultivation suppression will be lifted… isn’t this… a bit too wasteful?”
Luo Qi didn’t even raise her eyes, her tone indifferent.
“Although we can’t defeat them in a fight, we also can’t appear too weak. Bullying the weak and fearing the strong is unavoidable in every world.”
“Only by making them hold us in awe and fear will those people refrain from rashly attacking us when we let our guard down.”
With her and Xiao Bai’s cultivation levels restricted, and being vastly outnumbered, they would inevitably have to travel together while searching for the Spirit Demon over the next few days.
If she didn’t give them some form of intimidation, within seven days, she and Xiao Bai would likely become souls beneath their blades.
Hearing this and understanding the reasoning behind it, Xiao Bai wagged his thin, white little tail and opened his tiny mouth to flatter: “Master’s thinking is still the most thorough!”
Luo Qi curled her lips, ignoring his sycophantic demeanor.
Those eyes, seemingly containing countless stars, slowly opened. Her jade-white fingertips casually plucked a petal, and as she looked ahead, she said in a lazy tone:
“Since we’ve already wasted so much Divine Power, we might as well make ourselves comfortable.”
After all, she, Luo Qi, was famously known throughout the God-Hidden Sect—and even the Divine Realm—as an enjoyment-oriented, easygoing hedonist.
Xiao Bai recalled how, back at the God-Hidden Sect, his master cultivated like a salted fish, spending nine and a half days out of every ten slacking off.
He looked down at his master’s current “Leaf Bed” and suddenly felt that she had really toned things down since arriving in the Cultivation Realm…
But speaking of Divine Power, Xiao Bai had to ask one question:
“Master, how much Divine Power do you have left?”
Luo Qi spread her hand open, and the petal spun twice around her fingertip before reluctantly drifting away.
“Not much,” Luo Qi said. “For now, I can’t defeat those people behind us one against eight, but it’s enough to neutralize necessary killing moves and maintain the Souring Flight Art.”
Hearing this, Xiao Bai perked up a bit.
He patted his chest with his front paw and assured Luo Qi:
“Don’t worry, Master, I’ll definitely find a way to lift the cultivation restriction as soon as possible!”
Luo Qi glanced at him with a raised gaze, her tone flat: “You’d better focus on catching that Spirit Demon first. The sooner we find the Demon Race’s Young Master and complete the mission, the sooner we can return.”
Xiao Bai lay down in shame, wilting as he curled up beside Luo Qi. Even the tuft of unruly hair on his head—usually bristling and defiant—now seemed to have lost its spirit, drooping limply.
Just then, several black-robed youths, led by Yan Huaichen, rode their Nether Tigers and caught up to her speed.
Seeing Luo Qi staring at the Nether Tigers, one youth on the left patted the beast beneath him and explained:
“This is a Blood Demon Nether Tiger. Each step can cover several hundred meters. Above, it can soar through the air; below, it can crawl through water.”
Luo Qi nodded at the youth.
Blood Demon Nether Tiger?
Just the name alone told her it was no mortal creature.
Judging by these people’s skills and attire, they didn’t seem like ordinary mortals either.
But there was no demonic aura around them at all. Could it be…
Cultivators?
But who among those who cultivated the Dao would be as unruly and arrogant as these few?
Luo Qi lightly shook her head, dispelling these irrelevant thoughts from her mind.
Suddenly, her eyes narrowed slightly, her gaze gradually settling on the cliff edge below the clouds.
Yan Huaichen to her right followed her gaze. “That Spirit Demon is down there?”
Ting Bai and the others also grew more serious, ready to charge down at any moment to surround and eliminate the Spirit Demon.
Luo Qi did not directly answer Yan Huaichen’s question, only saying, “There’s the aura of a Spirit Demon down below.”
Yan Huaichen made a gesture, and several Nether Tigers swooped down to land, coming to a stop at the cliff’s edge in the blink of an eye.
Yan Huaichen and the others sat atop the Nether Tigers, surveying the surrounding area for places where that cunning Spirit Demon might be hiding.
Luo Qi walked over from behind the group.
The woman wore a flowing rainbow-hued gown with a moonlit waist sash, her waterfall-like hair gently drifting in the wind, and wisps of ethereal Spiritual Qi clinging to the layered gauze of her skirt.
Facing the fierce wind at the cliff’s edge, her robes fluttered as if she were a Divine Maiden from the nine heavens, as though she might ride the wind away at any moment.
Yan Huaichen and the others, dressed in black with dark hair, exuded a fierce and arrogant presence—a stark contrast to Luo Qi’s gentle, cool demeanor.
One black and one white, one bright and one dark—on this cliff’s edge, they seemed especially out of place together.
Yan Huaichen’s eyes were deep and unfathomable, as dangerous and sharp as this bottomless abyss.
Yan Huaichen only glanced sideways at Luo Qi before leaping alone into the abyss!
Ting Bai and the others were startled. “Brother Chen! Dangerous!”
The cliff wall was smooth and damp, with no footholds anywhere, and looking down, one couldn’t see the bottom—only faint layers of eerie Black Mist.
The other young man beside Ting Bai, Yi Ze, grew furious and directly cast an Ice Frost Array around Luo Qi.
He growled in a deep voice, “Witch! If anything happens to Brother Chen, I’ll make you pay with your life!”
Ting Bai and the others were about to go down to find Yan Huaichen when, before they could even finish forming their hand seals, a streak of brilliant light shot up from below.
When the light faded and they saw that Yan Huaichen was unharmed, Ting Bai and the others finally let out a sigh of relief.
As their gaze moved downward and they saw the few small Spirit Demons trapped in Yan Huaichen’s hands, Ting Bai and Yi Ze both froze in surprise.