Instantly, the girl felt as if she had plunged into an icy abyss, her face revealing a look of terror.
But in the next moment, her spiritual power locked firmly onto Qin Jue.
She had never spoken to anyone about her cultivation technique.
So, when Qin Jue stated that she wasn’t practicing the “Clear Void Scripture,” her first thought was to silence him permanently.
Otherwise, if her cultivation method were exposed, it would immediately bring fatal disaster upon her.
“Heh, before you make a move, shouldn’t you first assess your opponent’s strength?”
Qin Jue placed his hands behind his back and said with a light laugh.
“……”
Only at this moment did the girl seriously scrutinize the young man before her.
At this instant, Qin Jue was dressed in pristine white, his bearing as noble as a dragon or phoenix, like an immortal who had stepped out of a painting.
Both his appearance and demeanor were extraordinarily remarkable; it was clear at a glance that he was no ordinary person.
Especially now, as Qin Jue deliberately exuded a formidable aura, most other girls would likely have already been unable to resist developing feelings of admiration for him.
Yet, a young man like this lived at the edge of a cliff, in a solitary courtyard.
Without even thinking, it was obvious his status was certainly not low.
The girl understood very clearly that she was absolutely no match for this young man before her.
She just never imagined that someone would actually live here, and that he would see through at a glance that she wasn’t cultivating the “Clear Void Scripture.”
“Just who are you?”
The girl demanded in a low voice.
“You can call me Qin Jue.”
Qin Jue smiled, not intending to reveal his true identity to the girl.
“Qin Jue…”
The girl frowned slightly, as if trying to recall this name from her memory.
“You still haven’t told me your name.”
Qin Jue said calmly and composedly.
After a moment’s hesitation, the girl replied, “Luo Weiwei.”
At this moment, escaping was clearly impossible; she could only wait for an opportunity to act.
“Luo Weiwei, is it.”
Qin Jue nodded. “From now on, I’ll ask, and you answer. If you cooperate well, perhaps I might let you go. How about that?”
Staring at this profoundly inscrutable young man, Luo Weiwei was momentarily at a loss for what to do.
“What cultivation technique are you practicing?”
Qin Jue got straight to the point.
“……”
Luo Weiwei remained silent.
“Relax. No matter what technique you practice, I won’t seize it, nor will I spread the word.”
As if seeing through the girl’s thoughts, Qin Jue said seriously.
“Really?”
The girl sounded somewhat skeptical.
“Of course it’s true.”
Hearing this, the girl gritted her teeth and said, “The ‘Pure Yang Scripture.’ I cultivate the ‘Pure Yang Scripture.'”
Qin Jue hadn’t expected the girl to believe his words so readily.
Sure enough, girls were easy to fool, no matter which world it was.
Wait!
The Pure Yang Scripture?
Wasn’t that the legendary cultivation technique practiced by the Pure Yang Sage?
Could it be that this girl had obtained the legacy of the Pure Yang Sage?
The Pure Yang Sage was a Saint-realm powerhouse from the Southern Territories several hundred years ago.
Qin Jue had read about him in ancient texts.
It was said that even the Four Great Sects of that time were suppressed by him, unable to lift their heads.
But for some unknown reason, he later suddenly disappeared, and no one ever saw him again.
No wonder the girl was so nervous.
If outsiders learned she cultivated the “Pure Yang Scripture,” not to mention small forces like the Mystic Unity Mountain or the Star Gate, even the Four Great Sects would likely be unable to resist taking action.
I must say, the girl is truly too young, having revealed this secret so easily.
If Qin Jue had any other intentions, she would undoubtedly be doomed.
Fortunately, Qin Jue has absolutely no interest in the “Pure Yang Secret Art.”
After all, if he wished, he could easily obtain cultivation techniques of a much higher level.
“Where did you obtain the ‘Pure Yang Secret Art’? And why did you join our Xuan Yi Mountain?”
Qin Jue pretended to ponder deeply as he pressed for answers.
Compared to the “Pure Yang Secret Art,” Qin Jue was more concerned with why the girl had joined Xuan Yi Mountain.
Seeing no change in Qin Jue’s expression, the girl secretly sighed in relief.
To be honest, she had only ever heard of the reputation of the Pure Yang Sage.
As for how powerful this Pure Yang Sage truly was, the girl had no idea.
Otherwise, she would never have dared to mention the “Pure Yang Secret Art.”
“It was… it was given to me by my mother before she passed away.”
The girl spoke hesitantly. “Xuan Yi Mountain is the only martial sect in this area. I wanted to become stronger, so I joined.”
After hearing the girl’s account, Qin Jue seemed thoughtful.
Although the girl had deliberately omitted many details, he could at least be sure she wasn’t a spy sent by the Star Gate—that was enough.
Qin Jue wasn’t worried about the girl lying either, because if she did, he could see through it instantly.
As for how the girl’s mother came to possess the “Pure Yang Secret Art” or what connection she had to the Pure Yang Sage, Qin Jue had no desire to know.
Moreover, the girl seemed to possess quite the aura of a protagonist.
“Alright, your answers satisfy me. You may go.”
Qin Jue took a sip of wine and waved his hand.
“Huh?”
The girl looked utterly confused, not having processed what just happened.
Is it over already?
“Oh, right. Don’t tell anyone about you cultivating the ‘Pure Yang Secret Art.'”
“Also, if you’re willing, you can continue to practice here.”
Qin Jue thought for a moment, then added.
“Th-thank you… Brother… Qin?”
After speaking, the girl didn’t hesitate for a second and fled with vigorous strides, as if afraid Qin Jue would chase after and devour her.
Qin Jue found this utterly speechless.
She actually called him “Brother”… so, didn’t that make her an aunt or grand-aunt to the disciples of Xuan Yi Mountain as well?
The next day, Qin Jue originally thought the girl would be too traumatized by yesterday’s events to dare return.
But unexpectedly, when Qin Jue stepped out of the courtyard with his wine gourd, the girl was still sitting cross-legged on the bluestone, practicing.
This left Qin Jue momentarily unable to decide whether to laugh or cry, wondering if this girl was simply naive or extraordinarily bold.
Qin Jue didn’t disturb the girl.
Instead, he found a spot to sit down by himself and poured another drink of “Weed” wine.
Before long, the girl opened her eyes.
Seeing Qin Jue squatting beside the “Weed,” she asked curiously, “What are you doing?”
Qin Jue turned his head, a mocking smile on his face, and said, “What’s wrong? Not afraid of me anymore?”
The girl’s cheeks flushed slightly as she mustered her courage and said, “I don’t think you’re a bad person.”
Qin Jue: “???”
What kind of reasoning is that?
However, I truly am not a bad person.
Although Qin Jue had lived in this world for ten years, his personality hadn’t changed because of it.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t spend his days just drinking and singing, content to stay put in Xuan Yi Mountain without going anywhere.
If it were anyone else in his place, they would probably have conquered the world long ago.
“Actually, there’s one more question I didn’t ask yesterday. Can you answer it for me?”
Qin Jue said mysteriously.
“What question?” The girl was puzzled.
“Can you cultivate this technique at night?”
Luo Weiwei: “……”
“You can, but the cultivation speed decreases greatly.”
“Usually, only in the early morning is the Pure Yang energy at its most potent. Practicing at that time yields twice the result with half the effort.”
“I see.” Qin Jue suddenly understood. “So, you practice here every morning, which is equivalent to soaking in a spiritual marrow pool. No wonder you think I’m not a bad person.”
“……”
The girl opened her mouth but found herself at a loss for words.
