Chapter 34

Bowing lower, Luo Qingquan’s back was drenched with sweat. He controlled his emotions, but the trembling in his voice could not be suppressed no matter what.

"Thank you, Young Master."

"Why are you thanking me? Hurry up and get it." The girl smiled like a flower, but her smile was merely a habit; she didn’t even glance at Luo Qingquan. The scolding from just now was brushed aside as if it had never been on her mind. After all, Henshan Sect was merely a western branch of Tiandao Sect, one of the fifteen sects under the Canglang Gate, a small ninth-rank sect. How could it be on the mind of a girl who was as precious as the old man of Tiandao Sect’s heart?

Luo Qingquan bowed deeply, extremely humbly, and slowly backed away. Only after ten steps did he bow again, turn, and leave.

Quickly walking to the side hall, the humble smile on Luo Qingquan’s face had not yet faded, but a hint of viciousness appeared, "Where is the one called... that Mirage of the Bai Ling Clan?"

A servant skillfully took a scroll from a row of wooden racks and respectfully handed it to Luo Qingquan with both hands. These servants were all past winners of the "Remnant Clan Grand Examination." After entering Henshan Sect, they faced all kinds of difficulties and were not even qualified to be outer disciples. Those who knew how to flatter could get a job as a servant, while the rest were sold to the far corners of the Hunlan Continent along with their clans.

Luo Qingquan remembered that this servant was one of the winners of a "Remnant Clan Grand Examination" thirty years ago. For so many years, he had worked diligently without complaint, without any thoughts of his own clan, as if being able to spend his life in Henshan Sect was a great fortune. Over the years, he had accumulated enough merit to enter the inner hall and manage the Mirage. His work was efficient, and even if someone tried to find fault, they couldn’t.

Luo Qingquan, filled with anger from fear, had nowhere to vent it. He coldly snorted, turned, and left the inner hall with the Mirage. After a long time, the servant slowly straightened up, his weathered face expressionless, but a flash of hatred passed through his eyes.

Three steps away from the soft couch, Luo Qingquan did not dare to be careless and personally opened the Mirage.

Strange and bizarre images appeared in front of the soft couch, showing Bu Li and Yang Canning’s battle on the Tianci Platform. The girl on the couch sat up, watching the Mirage with a focused and cute expression, her slender fingers holding a green fruit, suspended in mid-air.

From the first moment, Yang Canning rushed forward, and the girl’s eyes were fixed on the Mirage. Soon, as if dissatisfied with the angle of the Mirage, she loosened her fingers, and the green fruit fell into the dish. The girl’s slender fingers quickly cast a soul technique, which landed on the Mirage.

The originally static image of the Tianci Platform twisted and shimmered, as if it had come to life with the soul technique, changing and focusing tightly on Bu Li’s figure, occasionally shifting to Dahei, while Yang Canning disappeared from the Mirage.

"It seems to be a very pure ancient soul technique, but it’s too weak. Strange, why is it like this?" The girl muttered to herself, her eyes never leaving the Mirage.

Luo Qingquan was inwardly shocked. Once a Mirage was fixed by a soul technique, it was extremely difficult to change. But the common knowledge was so easily overturned and altered by the Young Master, who seemed to think it was all natural and nothing out of the ordinary. No wonder the Young Master was called a genius in the sect, performing such powerful techniques as if it were nothing.

Evaluating his own soul technique, Luo Qingquan realized that even if he practiced for several more decades, he probably wouldn’t reach this level. Comparing himself to others truly made him angry.

Slowly raising his head, he took a step forward and said flatteringly, "This boy is indeed very strong, defeating Yang Canning without using a patterned beast."

"Not just strong." The girl pointed at the Mirage, and the changing light in the Mirage stopped abruptly. She said with interest, "Look here, using the shadow of the bear to secretly draw the arrows, making it seem as if the arrows were already in his hands. Unexpected, without any trace of effort, smooth like a painting. Look here, the young man’s toes touch the stone, and while retreating, he kicks up a piece of gravel, forcing his opponent to slightly dodge the vital points. Not to hurt the enemy, but to delay the opponent’s advance."

"Here, after releasing a series of arrows, he switches the longbow to his other hand. He didn’t intend to continue shooting but to lure the enemy, drawing out a dagger. Hmm? This dagger..." The girl seemed to see something but wasn’t sure. She stood up and walked straight to the Mirage. Luo Qingquan quickly moved out of the way, stumbling and accidentally knocking over a stone stool beside him. Luo Qingquan’s heart leaped to his throat, fearing he would anger this little ancestor. But the girl didn’t pay any attention to him, walking to the Mirage, extending her hand as if she could touch the dagger in Bu Li’s hand, gently caressing it, and muttering, "Why does it look so familiar?"

The entire inner hall was silent, with only the occasional hiss from the Mirage spell adding a bit of life to the quiet hall.

After a long time, the girl slowly returned to the soft couch, propping her cheek with her hand, and asked, "Uncle Yu, do you think there is a previous life?"

A middle-aged man beside the girl said softly, "Miss, this young man from the remnant clan is indeed very strong, but he has already passed the best time for cultivation."

The man called Uncle Yu by the girl did not directly answer her question but commented on Bu Li. The girl propped her cheek with a tender hand, watching the bizarre images in the Mirage, gradually becoming entranced. She seemed not to hear the middle-aged man’s words, focusing intently on the Mirage, her eyes shining as she watched the magnificent man inside.

The little ancestor’s silence made the entire inner hall of Henshan Sect quiet, with no one daring to disturb her thoughts. It wasn’t until the short and intense battle had ended for a long time that the little girl sighed and said clearly, "I want to go to the Divine Remnant Mountains to see this person myself."

"Young Master, absolutely not!" Luo Qingquan’s mind buzzed when he heard the little girl’s words, almost fainting. He had already narrowly avoided provoking Luo Sha. If this little ancestor were to get hurt in the Divine Remnant Mountains, he would be skinned alive, his soul refined, and never able to be reborn!

"What are you afraid of? You’re not afraid I can’t handle these little guys, are you?" The little girl laughed, her voice like silver bells, echoing far and wide, "Don’t worry, I just want to go in and see this young man named Bu Li. The old man said that if he’s useful, he can stay in Henshan Sect for training. If he’s not, I’ll eliminate him in the Divine Remnant Mountains. Time is running out, and this matter cannot fail."