The sword of the Cold Immortal Sect and the hand of the Jiufang Household—these were opponents I currently could not imagine defeating with ease, let alone the four Infinite Realm existences, including Ji Mo Guangru, who had come before. When he said he would take me down, he truly was not bluffing.
"All right, but how did I become an Original Immortal again?" I put on an exasperated look. Could this old man have gone mad? Earlier, he had said I wasn't one, and now he had concluded that I was. Could he be testing me?
"No matter how complicated your meridians are, and no matter how well they conceal the circulation of your immortal energy, they may deceive others, but they cannot escape my Wandering Qi Entwining Threads. The instant you extended your hand, I understood everything. The core of your being has not completely transformed into an immortal body, has it?" Jiufang Jin said, narrowing his eyes.
"What do you mean?" I frowned and had no intention of admitting anything, but Jiufang Jin said grimly, "However, this old man is not unwilling to give you a chance. If you are fortunate enough to appear in the third match, I hope you will have completely transformed into an immortal by then. Otherwise, this old man cannot guarantee what might happen. By then, you probably won't need this old man to stand up and identify you. Other members of the Imperial Clans will naturally come looking for trouble."
I drew a sharp breath inward. Yet I soon sat down, picked up a cup of wine, and poured it down my throat before asking, "Wandering Qi Entwining Threads? When did that happen?"
"The instant you extended your hand and approached this old man, just as you are approaching me now." Jiufang