Junior sister, keep forbear for a while, I almost become invincible as soon!-Chapter 558: Qi Refinement and True Understanding

Chapter 558: Chapter 558: Qi Refinement and True Understanding

It was an unprecedented moment, utterly astounding.

What realm had Zi Ji reached? What Tao had she cultivated?

Why was she so powerful?

That she could slay a late-stage Saint Realm expert with a mere raise of her hand was one thing, but she could even effortlessly suppress a Saint King.

They had no power to resist at all.

Many geniuses and powerful figures felt suffocated as they stared intently at the battlefield.

Cang Yun’s mouth hung open. "Where exactly does she come from?"

Liu Changqing and Alan knew some things, but... Who knew if Zi Ji had another, hidden identity?

"Isn’t this too exaggerated?" someone finally voiced.

"Fuck..."

"What happened?"

"Qi... what Qi?" an elderly man mused aloud. He then focused on the word the Saint King had uttered. It was ’Qi’.

At this time, Zi Ji spoke again, "It’s a good thing I didn’t bring you into the Wuji Sect; you’re pathetic."

The geniuses were flabbergasted.

She actually called a Saint King pathetic.

The Saint King spat out a mouthful of blood, his face contorted with rage. "You’re courting death!" he snarled.

Never before had anyone dared to question his strength, especially not since he had ascended to the Saint King realm.

His gaze turned dark as he prepared to summon his Quasi-Emperor Weapon.

However, the Divine Sense he had extended was suddenly swallowed up like a stone in the sea.

The Saint King’s mouth opened slightly, his voice trembling as he said, "Young Master, the Divine Weapon!"

The connection was lost. How could this be? That was a Quasi-Emperor Weapon, after all! He hadn’t noticed it before, but now... A tumultuous wave surged within his heart.

Sound seemed to sense something and instinctively looked back.

In that direction, two figures were walking toward them. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

"You really have some nerve, letting your junior sister lead them away," Dugu Qingfeng said, his tone incredulous. "Are you even human?"

He was not usually talkative, nor did he particularly enjoy speaking. But tonight, after meeting Chen Pingping, his words flowed more freely, as if some hidden talent had suddenly been unlocked.

Dugu Qingfeng continued, "Four people came from this lineage. Among them is a Saint King, and the other two are late-stage Saint Realm cultivators. Add to that their underlying resources, and their explosive power could rival the Ninth Heaven. And then there’s Sound. How could you dare let her go alone?"

He spent the next few minutes continuously berating Chen Pingping as they walked.

The latter remained silent, showing no emotional fluctuation. It was uncertain if he was worried about Zi Ji or the others...

Suddenly, Chen Pingping stopped in his tracks. He raised his head, his eyes wide, and exclaimed, "No way! Don’t tell me it’s over already!"

Dugu Qingfeng was utterly baffled.

"Damn it..." Muttering, Chen Pingping quickened his pace, moving even faster.

Behind him, Dugu Qingfeng’s expression stiffened.

But in the next moment, he had a sudden realization. He frowned, not because he had sensed anything—his Divine Sense was far less powerful than Chen Pingping’s—but because he remembered his own position.

Chen Pingping’s junior sister? Who was she? He didn’t even know her! So why was he feeling anxious? How strange... Wait, did Chen Pingping just say it was about to end? What was ending?

After a moment of contemplation, Dugu Qingfeng quickly strode to catch up.

"Please don’t let it be over, please don’t. I want to see her limits... Ah..." Chen Pingping muttered, growing increasingly anxious.

Minutes later, they finally arrived at the scene.

Their arrival coincided with Zi Ji’s attack; she had summoned her Qi to kill, unleashing a sky full of dense Sword Slashes toward the powerful Saint King.

At that moment, she floated amidst the fierce winds. At first glance, her divine might was awe-inspiring; she was like a goddess of slaughter looking coldly down from above.

"AAAHHH!"

The Saint King screamed, his voice filled with unspeakable agony as his vital essence was continuously devoured. He was furious, constantly circulating his realm’s power, even resorting to his trump cards...

But the domain of Lao Huang, the old ox, pressed down on him relentlessly, sealing the entire battlefield, a true Sealing Heaven and Earth formation.

He had no chance to fight back.

Of course, slaying a Saint King was no simple feat.

At that moment, the palace behind Sound also began to glow, Divine Brilliance swirling and spreading outwards. Suddenly, a small golden figure emerged from within.

It was merely inches tall and enveloped in Divine Brilliance, its true appearance obscured, but a pair of golden eyes shone through.

The small figure brandished a sword, unleashing a Sword Slash.

The skill pierced the heavens and, in an instant, broke through Lao Huang’s domain.

Once the Saint King was no longer restrained, his cultivation realm began to operate again, erupting with a powerful fluctuation of energy. His face was cold and grim.

The crowd was stirred and quickly retreated.

It was terrifying, truly terrifying.

The Saint King’s outburst was shockingly intimidating.

Heaven and earth trembled.

However...

Zi Ji’s palm came crashing down, and in an instant, all domains, Tao, Dharma Principles, and the Power of Heaven and Earth were nullified—silenced.

"True Self, Annihilate!" she uttered with a soft cry.

Countless currents of energy surged and crisscrossed.

The power the Saint King had just unleashed, along with his active cultivation realms, was instantly suppressed. His expression changed dramatically, revealing his horror.

"Suffocate!" Zi Ji struck again.

The currents rushed down furiously. Her petite palm, seeming to envelop an entire world and imbued with her True Self, pushed ferociously forward.

The Dharma Principles and various powers of that space shattered in an instant, as if facing total obliteration...

"ARGH!"

The Saint King screamed again, his pupils shrinking violently, his face a mask of disbelief.

He was astounded.

Ancient Qi Refiners were so powerful! Yes! They excelled at cultivating True Understanding, the most primordial form of power. It was perfectly normal for them to easily shatter the world’s Dharma Principles.

Her palm pierced through his body. SQUELCH! A spray of fresh blood followed.

His life force was fading; his Divine Soul rapidly dimmed.

The Saint King choked, his gaze still fixed on Zi Ji, determined to burn this image into his memory—a Qi Refiner...

In an instant, he saw the shifting colors in Zi Ji’s pupils, and his heart jolted violently.

"You..." He was stunned, recalling an ancient legend.

A princess from another world, fallen into the mortal realm, continuously undergoing Reincarnation.

It was her. It had to be her. Only those from that world understood Qi Refinement, could wield that most primordial force—the True Understanding.

His face was a picture of horror. He looked towards his own young master, Sound, a million words wanting to burst forth, but... his lips felt too heavy, his throat seemingly constricted, making it impossible to speak.

His gaze shifted from fear to despair, then to helplessness, and finally, to bitter unwillingness...

Yes! It was because he hadn’t passed on this legend to Sound. If Sound insisted on making a move, he could very well trigger a terrifying karmic backlash. Forget it, just forget it!

The Saint King smiled bleakly. Then, in another instant, he found a sense of release.

He was about to die anyway; he couldn’t concern himself with so much. Whether she was from the Netherworld, a Qi Refiner, or a being with that kind of bloodline flowing in her veins, it no longer had anything to do with him.

Finally, he collapsed in regret, his body falling into a pool of blood, a stark and eye-catching sight.

"You’re so weak," Zi Ji commented, looking at his corpse.

Yet, no one dared to refute her.

The scene abruptly fell silent, a deathly, suffocating stillness.

The cultivators watching from behind were all shocked, their hearts in turmoil as if they were trapped in a dream.

It felt surreal.

Dugu Qingfeng, who had just arrived, was once again left reeling.

Him? His little junior sister? Huh?

Zi Ji spotted Chen Pingping and immediately broke into a radiant smile. "Senior Brother!" she exclaimed, then rushed towards him.

This was how she always reacted upon seeing Chen Pingping—excited, spirited, and seemingly harmless, as if he were her own father. Only in his embrace could she let her childlike innocence show.

Good heavens!

Chen Pingping was stunned.

He had rushed over in great urgency, merely wanting to see Zi Ji’s limits, but he hadn’t expected to witness her one-woman show.

She had even slain a Saint King.

Fuck! Wasn’t that too outrageous? In that moment, he once again started to doubt himself—who was the main character here?

"Not bad, not bad at all. You can even slay a Saint King," Chen Pingping said, adopting an instructive tone. "But... don’t get arrogant. You must continue to cultivate diligently and humbly seek the Tao to go even further."

"Yes, Senior Brother!" Receiving praise, Zi Ji’s smile brightened even more. Then she pointed at Sound and asked, "Senior Brother, there’s something off about this person’s gaze. Should I kill him?"

Chen Pingping was speechless.

If he wasn’t mistaken, Sound should possess an Emperor Weapon. When he had rushed over earlier, he had sensed the emanation of an Emperor Weapon, but it had quickly dissipated. Sound was hesitating. Therefore, this person couldn’t be killed. What if, when cornered, he chose to abandon all restraint? What if he revived a Heaven Tao Divine Weapon and decided to take them all down with him?

"Understood. I’ll go kill him now." Zi Ji’s eyes gleamed. Misinterpreting Chen Pingping’s silence as consent, she strode forward confidently.

"Huh?" Chen Pingping’s expression changed dramatically.