Earth Tier Fighting Skills Armed to the Teeth, Plan to Train His Master, Heading to the Xiao Family in Wutan City

After closing the doors and windows and checking several times to make sure no one was around.

"Sign in!"

As soon as Ji Changqing spoke, a cold female voice rang out in his mind.

[ Ding, congratulations to the host for obtaining a wisp of pure Dou Qi! ]

"Ugh, Dou Qi again."

Feeling his cultivation improve slightly, Ji Changqing said,

"Open the System Panel."

A shimmering screen slowly materialized before him.

[ Name: Ji Changqing ]

[ Age: 16 ]

[ Cultivation: Nine-star Dou Huang ]

[ Profession: Seventh-grade Alchemist ]

[ Extraordinary Item: Bone Spirit Cold Flame (Eleventh on the Heavenly Flame Ranking) ]

[ Cultivation Art: Great Five Elements Derivation Heaven Art (Earth Tier Low Grade, upgradeable) ]

[ Fighting Skills: Heaven Deceiving Art (Earth Tier Low Grade), Life Extinguishing Pupil (Earth Tier Low Grade), Azure Dragon Roars Wasteland (Earth Tier Low Grade), Great Roc Soaring Wings (Earth Tier Low Grade), Immovable Wisdom King Golden Body (Earth Tier Low Grade), Great Elephant Hell Slaughtering Palm (Earth Tier Low Grade), Extreme Wind Setting Sun Radiance (Profound Tier High Grade), Extreme Wind Meteor Kill (Profound Tier High Grade). ]

[ Miscellaneous: Compendium of Formations, Mysterious Nether Pill Cauldron, fifty-three Storage Rings, sixty-four Enlightenment Tea leaves, seventy-eight varieties of Spirit Grass, eighty-two bottles of Third-grade Pills to Seventh-grade Pills... ]

Looking at the crammed System Inventory, Ji Changqing felt quite accomplished.

Especially those dazzling Fighting Skills—they were the fruits of five whole years of grinding.

From Fighting Skills that concealed his aura to pupil techniques, sonic Fighting Skills, flight Fighting Skills, defensive Fighting Skills, and offensive Fighting Skills, he was armed to the teeth.

Ji Changqing's lack of security and fear of insufficient firepower had been greatly soothed by these Fighting Skills.

However, one extremely urgent matter was now making Ji Changqing restless.

The Misty Cloud Sect no longer had enough spiritual essence.

The system's sign-in rewards were getting worse and worse.

For more than a month straight, he had received nothing but Dou Qi energy.

If this continued, his fear of insufficient firepower would flare up again.

"Do I need to change my sign-in location?"

Ji Changqing hesitated.

Changing locations was not as simple as just going somewhere else to sign in.

He had to weigh the risks.

If the place was too dangerous, the losses would outweigh the gains. He would rather keep lying low in the Misty Cloud Sect.

"Ah, I'll think about it later..."

"I'll have some tea and take a stroll to settle my food."

A jade-green Enlightenment Tea leaf fell from thin air into his teacup, and the room was instantly filled with a refreshing tea fragrance.

If a cultivator stuck at a bottleneck had been here, merely taking a few more breaths of that tea fragrance would have loosened their bottleneck.

Yet Ji Changqing had always drunk Enlightenment Tea as if it were water.

Thus, he had never encountered a bottleneck in cultivation.

Fighting Skill mastery was divided into beginner, minor accomplishment, major accomplishment, and perfection.

All of his Fighting Skills had long since reached perfection. There was nowhere left to improve.

"I'm getting sick of drinking this stuff."

"I don't give Master Yun Yun and Junior Sister Yanran system items because I can't explain them, and there's a risk of exposure."

"But what happened with Junior Sister breaking off her engagement today sounded a warning for me..."

Drinking Enlightenment Tea, Ji Changqing's thoughts raced.

"If Junior Sister were stronger, there wouldn't be all that messy nonsense."

"It would be even better if Master became stronger. She could stand in front of me and shield me from the storms outside."

"Master is still young. This is the time to strive."

"Mm, it's decided. Once Master returns from gathering herbs, I'll start improving her strength."

"Ah, I'm going to Wutan City tomorrow. I've never done anything this dangerous before, so I really am a little unsettled. I need to make more preparations first—refine a hundred or so portable formations..."

Meanwhile, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, Yun Yun was gathering herbs for her precious disciple.

She carefully placed a stalk of Spirit Grass into her Storage Ring, a faint smile appearing on her beautiful face.

"Two more medicinal herbs, and I'll have enough to refine pills suitable for Changqing."

The next day.

The eastern sky turned pale.

After arranging everything at home, Ji Changqing secretly slipped out.

The morning was shrouded in thin mist. The damp air, carrying the scent of fresh grass, gave him a slight lift of spirit as he breathed it in.

Ji Changqing wrapped his black robe tighter around himself and hid within the dense canopy of a towering tree. His pitch-black eyes gazed through his mask toward the Misty Cloud Sect's mountain gate.

When he saw a flying magical beast carrying Nalan Yanran and an old man in white fly out from the Misty Cloud Sect,

Ji Changqing merely watched in silence at first...

Only after the flying magical beast had shrunk into a tiny sesame-sized dot did he leap down from the tree.

Then, after sprinting across the ground for several minutes and completely leaving the Misty Cloud Sect's territory, a pair of magnificent wings burning with strange white flames unfurled from his back.

With a beat of those wings, he crossed hundreds of meters.

"No, no, this is too eye-catching."

Ji Changqing had not left the Misty Cloud Sect in a long time.

He turned his head to glance at the magnificent wings, which burned with Bone Spirit Cold Flame and radiated both extreme heat and cold. With a thought,

the Bone Spirit Cold Flame vanished, and the huge wings shrank by more than half, becoming utterly ordinary in appearance.

"This feels much better."

Looking at the "sesame-sized dot" ahead, Ji Changqing slowly trailed behind at an angle.

From this position, even if Nalan Yanran turned back, she would be unable to spot him.

On the flying magical beast,

Nalan Yanran wore a tight expression, looking rather gloomy.

The old man in white was named Ge Ye, a steward of the Misty Cloud Sect.

Seeing Nalan Yanran's low spirits, he waved a hand. Green Dou Qi condensed into two translucent round shields that covered their heads, allowing them to speak.

"Yanran, are you worried that the Xiao Family will refuse to dissolve the engagement?"

"Hehe, don't worry. No matter how unwilling the Xiao Family may be, they would never dare defy our Misty Cloud Sect."

At those words, Nalan Yanran furrowed her delicate brows. Looking at Ge Ye, she said seriously,

"Grandpa Ge Ye, it's true that I want to decide my own marriage."

"But when all is said and done, it was my Nalan Family that broke the agreement first by going to the Xiao Family to dissolve the engagement."

"When we are out in the world, we represent the Misty Cloud Sect. How can we bully others by relying on our power... Besides, the Dou Qi Continent is vast beyond measure, and the Misty Cloud Sect is still far from being able to dominate it."

"So it would be best to say less of such things. We must always act with humility and caution."

"Uh..."

Ge Ye looked at Nalan Yanran in astonishment.

After a long silence, he slowly let out a breath and smiled bitterly.

"Yanran is right. At my age, I've actually become arrogant and complacent."

A trace of gratification flashed through his aged eyes.

With such outstanding character among the Misty Cloud Sect's younger generation, how could the sect fail to flourish and grow?

"Then why are you so gloomy, Yanran?"

Nalan Yanran's delicate brows knitted even tighter, and she let out a dissatisfied little huff.

"It's Senior Brother Changqing. I asked him to accompany me to the Xiao Family, but he refused."

"Changqing..."

Confusion appeared on Ge Ye's aged face.

Was there a disciple named Changqing in the sect?

The name sounded a little familiar.

After thinking for a long while, Ge Ye suddenly understood.

He remembered now.

Ji Changqing—wasn't he the Sect Leader's personal disciple, the Yunlan Saint Son who had initially possessed extraordinary talent but gradually faded into obscurity afterward?

This person usually never left his home, and his presence was simply too faint.

So faint that Ge Ye had never even felt like mentioning him.

Half a day later.

Wutan City.

Xiao Family Market.

A handsome young man walked aimlessly down the street, his hands clasped behind his head.

Nalan Yanran appeared before him. With a polite smile on her pretty face, she gave a slight bow and said,

"Hello, are you Xiao Yan? May I speak with you about something?"