This... Damn It

Beigong Qing felt a trace of disdain. In her first life, she had commanded the four seas and intimidated a hundred thousand soldiers—who had ever dared speak to her like this?

A mere Gods and Devils cultivator wanted to take her as a disciple? Wasn't that a little too arrogant?

One had to know that at the level of Ninth-Turn Gods and Devils, even the slightest movement could affect the Heavenly Dao.

Forming a connection with someone like that was no easy matter.

Especially taking them as a disciple.

To take a Ninth-Turn Gods and Devils cultivator as a disciple required the Heavenly Dao's acknowledgment.

It was not something that could be done just by saying so.

Just as Beigong Qing was about to leave, the space before her suddenly seemed to become incomparably rigid, as though invisible glass stood in her way. Threads stretched toward her limbs, forcibly restraining her until she could not move.

"What are you trying to do?!"

Beigong Qing glared furiously at Yang Chen, flickering firelight appearing around her body.

For some reason, those threads seemed extraordinarily sturdy, rendering her utterly unable to move.

A smile played on Yang Chen's lips as he spoke slowly.

"I told you, I'm taking you as my disciple. Stay and acknowledge me as your master!"

Anger suddenly surfaced on Beigong Qing's face, and her body trembled slightly.

Screech!

The phoenix manifestation soared into the sky once more. Its flame-filled eyes gradually became incomparably lifelike.

It was as though this manifestation possessed a consciousness of its own.

Beigong Qing stared fixedly at Yang Chen.

"I don't care who you are. If I can't leave today, then let's die together!"

Beigong Qing had long been prepared to use Nirvana. When she encountered the wolf pack, Yang Chen's sudden intervention had merely