Xu Xueqing had not expected Wang Qi to answer her question honestly. His answer caught her somewhat by surprise.
After several days, she had come to understand some of Wang Qi's temperament. Overall, he was an exceedingly unlikeable person. His eccentricity and violent nature were one thing, but even when he was being serious, he rarely looked serious. He always gave people the impression that he lacked respect for both his opponents and life itself.
Moreover, he was mysterious and evasive whenever he spoke, which was equally unpleasant. On the other hand, most of what he did say was true. At least he had some bottom line.
Thus, Xu Xueqing believed him.
"Mahayana..." Xu Xueqing found the term somewhat strange to hear.
Just a few centuries ago—an absurdly short span for an Integrated Body Realm Cultivator—Mahayana cultivators had still been her highest pursuit and dream. Yet after merely a few hundred years, cultivators of that level could be kneaded round and flattened by a Core Formation Cultivator at will?
She shook her head. "Fellow Wang, if you truly possess such a vicious curse technique capable of subduing Mahayana cultivators, why would you need my help to ambush one or two Integrated Body Realm Cultivators?"
It was not that she doubted him. She simply found it strange.
"Against ordinary Mahayana cultivators, I truly have no means to suppress them... No, forget suppressing them. Unless I use brute force to directly drive the God Plague Curse into their souls, I cannot even subdue Integrated Body Realm Cultivators. But why must I clash head-on with the powerful life level of high-level cultivators?"
What Wang Qi meant was how Feng Luoyi, back in Shenjing, had used the Myriad Immortal Illusion Realm to command the heart-devil curse power of an entire city, then relied on