Chapter Seventy-Eight: Juanbao Makes a Swift Escape
“If something would have affected you before your advancement, it won’t now. After all, you’ve already merged the energy of the Netherworld Domain—you’re no longer who you were.” Little Yan’s round eyes gleamed with a strange light.
In his estimation, Qu Yi Qiu’s potential far surpassed that of his former master.
The Golden Ghost King had made no mistake in his choice!
Qu Yi Qiu nodded in understanding. “Then I’ll rely on you, Little Yan, to get me out of here.”
Little Yan answered with gusto, then flashed into the space.
Qu Yi Qiu put away the ancient round box and carefully climbed down from the bed.
The exit Wu Dingshan had used was now a solid wall.
Instead of groping for the exit, she turned and walked to the teleportation array.
“I’ve never brought anyone back with me—Wei Juan will surely become suspicious. The most important thing now is to destroy this array so she can’t teleport over from the other side.”
She muttered to herself, then quickly gathered spiritual power in her hands, pressing them to the ground. Spiritual light flowed along the array’s lines, and she quietly broke the formation’s core.
Only after that did she turn to look at the spot where Wu Dingshan had left.
“Master, I’m going out now.” With a flash of white light, Little Yan appeared before her, sitting cross-legged atop his eyeball.
Qu Yi Qiu looked him over closely; his form seemed even more solid and refined, his sapphire-like eyes sparkling brilliantly.
“All right. Be careful in everything!”
Little Yan nodded and vanished in a blink.
Qu Yi Qiu returned to the bed and sat in meditation, finally noticing how abundant the spiritual energy was here—it was almost like the Nine Sword Peak of the Heavenly Evolution Sect.
“This must be Wu Dingshan’s bedchamber!”
Her eyes shone, and a smile played on her lips.
“Good thing he didn’t see through my disguise. Since this is his chamber, no one else would dare intrude—it saves me quite a bit of trouble.”
Knowing Wu Dingshan wouldn’t return for a while, she settled in to cultivate in hiding.
In less than half an hour, Little Yan emerged from the ground and called, “Master, I found the teleportation array to get out!”
Qu Yi Qiu left her space and cautiously followed Little Yan, avoiding others and restrictions, circling to the rear mountain.
There, a clear spring gleamed like a mirror.
Guided by Little Yan, she leaped into the water. Gentle ripples spread, as if the mirror’s surface had cracked.
She didn’t feel suffocated, nor did her clothes get wet—the spring divided for her, opening a path.
Little Yan had already returned to her mind-sea, pointing to a teleportation array at the water’s edge.
Qu Yi Qiu took out her Great Shifting Medallion, stood in the array, and was instantly engulfed by dizzying light. Her figure gradually disappeared.
At the same time—
Wu Dingshan, who was discussing secrets with the elders in another courtyard, suddenly furrowed his brow, his gaze sharp, deadly intent radiating from him.
A mass of sinister black mist surged from the water’s surface, as if shattering a mirror.
White light flared, and Wu Dingshan appeared outside Tu Xiao City.
His terrifying divine sense spread unchecked for a hundred miles. Birds and beasts fell silent, their eyes wide with fear, not daring to move.
Qu Yi Qiu sensed something amiss as the teleportation array activated.
Once she emerged, she immediately retreated into her space, not daring to delay a moment.
Sure enough, just as she vanished, Wu Dingshan appeared at the spot.
“How strange—who tampered with my teleportation array?” Wu Dingshan narrowed his long eyes, malice flickering within.
He scoured the surroundings for a moment, then suddenly swept away in a gust of wind, heading southwest.
Qu Yi Qiu, witnessing all this, still remained hidden in her space.
She drew back her gaze from the outside world and focused on the Violet Phoenix Fire.
Since Wu Dingshan had realized someone meddled with his array, it wouldn’t be so easy to deceive him.
To be safe, she decided to stay in her space for ten days or half a month.
She could use this time to absorb the Violet Phoenix Fire.
She also hadn’t had a chance to study her space’s upgrades—once she subdued the fire, she would sort it all out.
Qu Yi Qiu told Little Yan her plan, then sat cross-legged in a corner, seized the struggling Violet Phoenix Fire, and swallowed it in one gulp.
A blaze ignited inside; her meridians burned with pain as the purple fire crashed about violently.
Her face turned pale, eyes tightly closed, not daring to relax.
Three days passed.
A dense black-red fog surged from the ground.
Wu Dingshan’s expression was dark, his gaze wolfish and vicious as he stared around.
“Where is he hiding?”
Once more, his vast divine sense blanketed the blue hills. The birds and beasts, barely settled, scattered in panic, throwing the forest into chaos and noise.
After a moment, Wu Dingshan withdrew his senses, face black as night, and plunged into the teleportation array.
White light flashed, and the black-red mist vanished.
Spring Rain Pavilion.
Wei Juan, looking desperate and disheveled, fled into a white teleportation array, one hand clutching the Great Shifting Medallion, the other pressed to a bleeding hole in her left side.
She channeled her spiritual power, trying to activate the medallion, but the array remained motionless.
“So it’s true!” Wei Juan’s features twisted grotesquely, her eyes blazing with fury, her chest swelling as if an endless rage would burst forth.
“Traitor! Traitor!” Her face grew terrifying.
Hearing the voices of Wu Hui Peak and others above, she let out a few anguished howls, then suddenly thrust out a massive hand through the ruins, seizing a male disciple by the throat and dragging him before her.
A cloud of sinister mist rose from her crown and, under the disciple’s horrified gaze, drilled into his mind-sea.
A month later.
“As expected of the number one Violet Phoenix Fire—its refinement is far more difficult than I imagined.”
Qu Yi Qiu’s eyes sparkled as she gazed inward at her core, watching the mischievous purple flame stubbornly ramming about. She couldn’t help but smile.
“My strength is still too weak. This little fellow just won’t accept me! But people grow—one day, you’ll acknowledge me as your partner!”
She stretched contentedly.
Little Yan floated over with a gentle smile, congratulating her, “Congratulations, Master, on obtaining your spirit fire!”
Qu Yi Qiu patted his head happily. “Thank you, Little Yan. It’s a good thing you’re here in the space.”
Without Little Yan watching the outside, she wouldn’t have dared to refine the spirit fire so boldly.
The world was full of extraordinary people; spatial treasures might appear invincible, but they too had flaws.
If she ever encountered another like Huo Tangsheng, she might not be able to hide for so long.
With some leisure, Qu Yi Qiu looked around and was astonished. “All the seeds I planted before have gained a thousand years of life?!”
Little Yan, gazing at the back of her head, mused, “In the context of space transformation, a millennium’s growth for spiritual plants is nothing. But for someone as young as Master to accelerate their growth unharmed—it truly is extraordinary.”
Qu Yi Qiu turned to him, eyes wide. “You mean, if my cultivation improves, I’ll be able to control the age of spiritual plants at will?”
Little Yan propped his small, pearly hand under his chin and pondered, “That’s inevitable—the only difference is the price paid. For now, Little Yan hasn’t noticed Master suffering any loss.”
—Author’s Note—
Sudden windfall!
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