Chapter 71

Qifeng took the Qiankun Mirror and examined it from all sides. Its shape was similar to the Bagua Mirror he had bought in Dali, but the material of the Qiankun Mirror was neither metal nor jade. It shimmered with a golden light and was somewhat transparent. This was truly a divine treasure, not something that could be compared to the Bagua Mirror sold in stores. The only thing he knew was that besides increasing spiritual power and defense, it also had the ability to reveal demons, which Qifeng was unaware of.

"How do you use it?" Qifeng studied it for a while but found no buttons or anything like that. Recalling the relevant game, novel, and film materials, it seemed that one would hold the magical artifact above their head and shout, "Foul beast, show your true form!" Then a yellow light would shoot out, enveloping the demon... But how exactly did one operate it?

Dugu Jian圣 couldn't bear to watch this so-called novice, who claimed to know how to use the soul-returning immortal dream to travel through time, fumbling around. "Just look through the Qiankun Mirror," he said with a sigh, as if lamenting that a rotten log cannot be carved.

"Is it that easy? Ha, I just haven't studied this kind of thing. If I gave you a couple of advanced math problems to solve and asked you to draw a circuit diagram, you'd be just as clueless. What are you so proud of?" Qifeng couldn't help but complain.

Qifeng picked up the Qiankun Mirror and held it in front of his eyes, looking through the semi-transparent surface at the little butterfly spirit, Caiyi.

"There's no change..." Qifeng felt that apart from the distortion and blurriness due to the uneven refraction, there was no difference. It was like adding a piece of low-quality light brown glass in front of his eyes.

The little butterfly spirit felt uneasy under his gaze. Demons seemed to have a natural sense of insecurity and resistance when their true form was seen.

"Focus your mind and concentrate. Merge your spirit with your eyes!" Dugu Jian圣 still spoke with a somewhat impatient tone, clearly mocking him. Yes, it was definitely intentional.

"Merge my spirit? I... haven't learned that..." Qifeng muttered, but fortunately, he had heard about the concentration techniques in yoga from Su. Although he hadn't practiced them, he knew some of the key points. Now that his three channels and seven wheels were all connected, he could guide his qi and blood to flow from the three channels to the seven wheels, gathering at the third eye. He felt a pulsing sensation at his brow, and a connection with the Qiankun Mirror.

The smooth surface of the Qiankun Mirror seemed to ripple. The image seen through the mirror also wobbled, and as it gradually stabilized, Qifeng indeed saw the original form of Caiyi, who had spread her wings to shield him from the impact.

He hadn't noticed it before. Now he could see clearly. Two large butterfly wings behind her, colorful and dazzling. Her figure seemed larger, with a slender waist and long legs more pronounced. Her originally well-covered outfit had turned into... a belly-baring top? Heaven. Thank the character designer from back then. Qifeng felt his nose start to bleed. Fortunately, his blood vessels had been strengthened...

The little butterfly spirit, perhaps noticing Qifeng's strange expression, lowered her head even more, feeling even more embarrassed.

When Qifeng looked again, the image changed subtly. The butterfly wings were still there, but Caiyi's human form had disappeared, turning into a real butterfly.

Ah, no wonder she was so beautiful in human form. Even as a butterfly, she was stunning. Long antennae, crystal-clear large eyes. How could she be so much more beautiful than those spiders? It was truly unfair. Even with Qifeng's lifelong love for the animal world and his vast knowledge of various insects and butterflies, this blue butterfly was still the most beautiful he had ever seen, without a doubt.

Qifeng was lost in the mesmerizing blue iridescence on her wings when the image began to change again. The blue gradually faded, turning into a vibrant green, smooth and glossy, with... um... spines? What was this? Qifeng's vision, which had been focused on one point, suddenly returned...

"Damn!" Qifeng shouted and leaped backward several yards! (Even backward, he easily broke the world record for standing long jump.) He crashed into a tree that had already been charred by electricity, breaking it into several pieces, but he didn't feel a thing.

Qifeng put away the Qiankun Mirror. The little butterfly spirit, confused, took a few steps forward: "Sir, are you... alright?" Phew... still a cute little girl. Qifeng picked up the Qiankun Mirror again and saw a fat, plump caterpillar, more than a meter tall, raising half its body and using many legs to crawl forward, making a soft, adorable sound: "Sir, are you hurt..."

Pfft!...

Qifeng couldn't hold back and quickly turned his head, almost vomiting up yesterday's dinner.

"You old bastard, you tricked me!" Qifeng wiped his mouth and, using all his strength, threw the Qiankun Mirror at the black-hearted sword saint's face. The force of a thousand pounds concentrated on this small Qiankun Mirror, creating a sonic boom as it shot out at supersonic speed, almost as fast as a bullet.

The sword saint raised his hand, and the virtual image of a giant sword appeared. With a loud bang, the sound was deafening, echoing for miles.

Dugu Jian圣 caught the Qiankun Mirror with a backhand and rubbed his ears. Being the closest, he was deafened, and his brain felt like it was being hit by a pair of cymbals.

"You brat, you used brute force?! Trying to kill me?" Dugu Jian圣 once again witnessed what a freak was.

Qifeng's cultivation was certainly not as high as Elder Shi's, but the sword saint used the same technique, thinking it would be easy to counter. However, the "brick" Qifeng threw had no true qi, true essence, or inner strength, just a pure physical attack, the most straightforward and unadorned. The thousand pounds of force collided directly with the sword saint's sword and body. Although the light sword still blocked the "brick," he hadn't anticipated the loud sound. This was a form of "sound attack" that broke through his defenses and caused him to lose some health.

"You damn old man, you must have done it on purpose! Almost blinded me with that golden light! Throwing just one brick at you is being lenient!" Qifeng was equally angry.

The old and the young glared at each other. Caiyi stepped forward and said weakly, "Sir, senior, please stop for now..."

Qifeng turned around and saw the little butterfly spirit. Her exquisite face, which could outshine 90% of young model stars, overlapped with the round head of the caterpillar in his mind...

"Ugh...! You... don't come closer, I need some time to calm down." Qifeng quickly turned away, ran a few steps, and leaned against a tree, panting heavily. The visual impact was too great, leaving a psychological shadow and visual residue. How could he deal with this?

Dugu Jian圣, seeing Qifeng's狼狈样, suddenly didn't feel his ears hurting anymore. All the frustration he had felt on the journey disappeared, and he chuckled, asking, "Do you still insist on protecting this thousand-year-old butterfly spirit?"

"You're a good one..." Qifeng gave him a thumbs up: "You're tough...!"

Qifeng took a few deep breaths to calm down: "But I still insist. She's a good demon. I saw it with my own eyes in the soul-returning immortal dream. She saved a person, trading ten years of his life for her thousand years of cultivation, and turned back into a butterfly."

"Hmm?" Dugu Jian圣 nodded slightly and stroked his beard, saying to the little butterfly spirit, "If that's the case, you may go. Remember to do good deeds and be mindful of your actions. If I find out you've done anything evil, I won't forgive you."

"Caiyi thanks both Sir and senior. If we meet again in the future..."

Qifeng naturally turned around to say something modest, but as soon as he raised his eyes, the visual residue was still there. He quickly waved his hand: "You'd better leave quickly. If not necessary, let's not meet again."

The little butterfly spirit lowered her head, bowed twice, looked at Qifeng, and with a strange expression, transformed into a butterfly and flew away.

Qifeng shook his head and sighed, asking the sword saint, "Do you believe my words?"

Dugu Jian圣 laughed: "You're so scared, yet you still speak well of her. It can't be fake."

Very good, very powerful!

Qifeng had nothing to say to this outwardly serious but inwardly black-hearted old man and could only admit defeat: "Fine... you've messed everything up. A good girl, and you've made it impossible for me to look at her. And you didn't even capture the demon. You're just being mean for no reason, aren't you?"

The sword saint stroked his beard and smiled: "How can the sword techniques of our Shu Mountain Immortal Sword Sect be passed on to someone who associates with demons?"

Qifeng, without thinking, blurted out: "Are you talking about Li Xiaoyao?..." A moment later, he realized and pointed at his own nose: "Are you talking about me?"

Dugu Jian圣 turned to look at him: "Didn't you say you wanted to learn our Shu Mountain sword techniques?" (To be continued. Please search for Piaowen.com for better updates and faster updates!)