Li Qi looked at Laqi, his disciple, and traced back along his karmic thread.
Following the other's karma, the power of the third rank swiftly laid bare Laqi's ten-thousand-odd years of experiences.
At the same time, he caught sight of the many eyes people had planted upon Laqi.
Some came from goodwill, others from malice.
Those driven by malice would, before long, "eat the bitter fruit they had sown." Li Qi would not personally intervene, unless they were more than two ranks above Laqi.
If you used your strength to bully the weak, then Li Qi would use his strength to bully the weak too. Perfectly reasonable.
As for those only one rank higher, Li Qi pretended not to see them and let Laqi handle them himself. He believed in his disciple's abilities.
Without realizing it, Li Qi's way of teaching Laqi had become much like Zhu Fengdan's treatment of himself: he mostly left him alone. Still, Li Qi had obscured Laqi's karmic connections, so ordinary methods of divination could not touch upon him. They would all be diverted into an ordinary world.
Any calculation performed below the third rank could only see a false backdrop.
That was why that demonic cultivator had just suffered a setback.
But the demonic path...
The younger generation had to fight demonic cultivators every day too. Was his own fate with the demonic path a little too deeply entwined?
Li Qi shook his head.
Then he looked at his disciple, his daughter, and the complimentary Yao Ji.
Yao Ji had originally looked utterly bored, but the moment she saw Li Qi, her spirits rose. In a flash, she arrived before him and said, "Oh, you finally came. Can you take me away now? I've had more than enough of your disciple. I can't do