Chapter Fifty-Nine: Moonlit Waters The numbers soared off the charts—three Core Formation Mosquitoes.-Infinite Immortal(His given name was Qi, and his courtesy name was Fangyuan.)

Although it was somewhat improper to inquire about another cultivator’s secret techniques—indeed, such questions often provoked hostility—the weight of the term “divine power” was so great that she could not help but ask.

Su Di, standing nearby, also perked up his ears, eager to hear the answer.

“It’s not a divine power, merely some minor, unconventional methods. I apologize for the embarrassment,” Qi replied, retracting his six arms and speaking with a calm expression.

“We have delayed long enough. Let us return to the Qi Qi Sect together. With your performance, becoming a core disciple poses no issue. If no one accepts you, you may join my disciples. After all, you possess an ice spiritual root and may cultivate alongside Xue’er,” the cold, aloof woman spoke with an indifferent expression, as though she truly believed his explanation.

Qi could only offer a bitter smile, inwardly praying that such a situation would never occur. Facing his fiancée filled him with complex emotions. Because of a love affair whose outcome he could neither call failure nor separation, he had never experienced such heart-wrenching pain before. This had left him somewhat fearful of so-called love, and he now felt reluctant to approach beautiful women, especially those linked to romance. To make matters more complicated, the time in that other world had stopped; he could return at any moment to see the black cat waiting in the rain. Thus, he felt as if their relationship had never truly ended, and being with another woman would surely sadden the black cat—even though, living in this world, he held no concept of monogamy.

Yet the black cat was a mortal and refused to step into the world of cultivation. Would he, a century hence, have to endure a pain a hundred or ten thousand times worse than before? With such thoughts, he wondered if it might be best never to meet again. These tangled contradictions made Qi wary, especially of female cultivators, keeping his distance and avoiding deeper interactions—let alone with his own fiancée.

“Hm? Why are demonic cultivators from the Demon Sect appearing here?” The cold woman, ready to depart, suddenly furrowed her brows, her chilling voice snapping Qi from his chaotic thoughts and putting Su Di instantly on edge.

“Master, what are demonic cultivators from the Demon Sect?” Snow White asked softly at the sight.

“They are those who cultivate twisted, evil methods and devote themselves to wrongdoing. They are approaching; be careful. This is unusual, and a battle may soon break out. Prepare yourselves.” She answered her disciple simply, then reminded Qi and Su Di as well.

“Ha, ha, ha! In such a remote place, two youngsters actually engaged in a duel,” a voice rang out, and three oddly dressed cultivators appeared before Qi.

“Old Demon Zhao, are you blind? There are four people here—two cultivators and two beauties. Tsk, tsk, I’ve never seen mortal women this beautiful, even among cultivators. Lucky day for me,” the lecherous middle-aged man in red robes on the left ogled Snow White and the cold woman with small, cunning eyes.

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“Hmm, these two brats—one is only at the middle stage of Foundation Establishment, the other at the third layer of Qi Refining. Oh, a martial cultivator, is it? That explains it,” observed the old man in green robes on the right, his voice cold and sinister. This was the man first addressed as Old Demon Zhao.

Only the middle-aged man in black robes at the center remained silent, his gaze fixed on the cold woman, brows drawn in thought.

“Golden Core stage demon… This is Qi Qi Sect territory. Why would a Golden Core demon appear here?” Although Su Di managed to keep his composure thanks to the cold woman’s presence, he was still quite surprised.

Qi likewise sensed the aura, no weaker than the Eight-Headed Serpent’s, though the central figure was far stronger. Still, there was some distance between him and the cold woman.

Qi’s eyes flickered. He slipped on the combat power tester he’d retrieved at some unknown point, targeting the three across from him. The numbers shot up: red robe, 2400; green robe, 2500; black robe, over 3800 combat power.

He glanced at his companions: Snow White, a mere two points—standard trash. Su Di, 330. The cold woman, however, was “combat power five trash.” Cultivation was only half scientific; she must have hidden her strength.

“Fellow Daoist, are you also interested in the straight-haired woman? Fine, you and I each take one. Old Demon Zhao isn’t into that sort,” the red-robed man snickered lewdly.

But the black-robed man’s face suddenly changed as he shouted, “No, she’s Shui Wuyue Bai! Run!” He spun around to flee, the other two also turning pale and quickly forming escape seals.

“Since you’re here, there’s no reason to leave. Stay,” the cold woman—Shui Wuyue Bai—snorted. Raising her hand, she slammed it down, and a massive palm of condensed spiritual energy formed in the sky, descending with force.

Upon hearing Shui Wuyue Bai’s name, Qi was left utterly bewildered, but when she raised her hand, her aura erupted, and the tester’s numbers soared: three thousand, five thousand, eight thousand, nine thousand… boom. The combat power tester exploded. The final number had nearly reached ten thousand—terrifying.

Qi’s small actions drew some attention, but in such moments, no one lingered on him. Especially the three demon sect cultivators—now desperate to escape. Yet no matter what they tried, they could not budge the spiritual energy palm.

At last, the palm struck down, leaving a giant pit hundreds of meters wide and several meters deep. Qi swallowed hard, disregarding the ruined tester. If he’d once lacked a concept of true power, today he understood: a true master could create clouds with a wave or rain with a turn of the hand, and with a casual slap, form a pit hundreds of meters across. Compared to this, even the legendary Buddha Palm was weak. Bai, how terrifying—Zabuza, do you know?

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Snow White was equally stunned. If Qi and Su Di’s battle had seemed like immortal arts before, now she was certain her master was an immortal herself.

At the bottom of the giant palm’s pit, the three demon sect cultivators were severely wounded and vomiting blood, faces filled with despair.

Qi whispered to Su Di, “What stage are they at in the Golden Core realm? And what about Senior Bai? She swatted them like flies.”

Su Di glanced at him, smiling, “Those three are fairly well-known: Red and Green Twin Demons and Black-Hearted Demon. The Twin Demons are mid-stage Golden Core, Black-Hearted Demon is late-stage Golden Core. Senior Bai is a Nascent Soul cultivator—one of the top figures in the Southern Domain.”

Although a hint of pride colored his tone, there was little envy. From the way he addressed Bai as “Senior Aunt,” it was clear his master was also a Nascent Soul cultivator.

(Oh—I’m fired up! Three votes in one day—is this a sign I should do five chapters tomorrow? Liuli, what do you think? Five chapters, Liuli: “Absolutely, don’t sleep tonight, I’ll keep you company.”)

Thank you so much to everyone who voted, though why doesn’t anyone show themselves? In the end, no one guessed it was Shui Wuyue Bai, did they? Called Senior Bai, ice attribute, and so… Look forward to five chapters tomorrow.