The sunlight gently caressed the bamboo grove. Every crystal-clear dewdrop seemed like a beautiful eye, basking in the morning sun that had only recently risen.
The bamboo here grew tall, some of it several times taller than ordinary trees. Its stalks were segmented like cannon barrels. Countless slender branches grew from them—if one were snapped off and used to hit someone, it would surely hurt. The slender branches bore blade-like leaves, making for an ingenious natural instrument. If one placed a leaf against their lips and blew on it, perhaps it would produce a crisp, pleasant sound...
At this moment, amid the tranquil bamboo grove, a beautiful white-haired, crimson-eyed woman sat cross-legged atop a massive boulder three or four meters across... her palms facing the sky!
Like an ancient cultivator of qi, visible energy coursed around her body.
She wore a light outfit designed in an intensely Shenzhou style, much like martial arts attire, making her appear both elegant and dashing.
The surrounding bamboo leaves slowly drifted toward the ground without any pattern. Then, without warning, they stopped in midair, as though time had halted and space itself had frozen.
The next moment, the elegant, dashing white-haired immortal rose to her feet in an instant. She spread her legs, clenched one hand into a fist, and held the other open. With a single unfathomable punch, all the falling bamboo leaves within dozens of meters turned to powder.
Slowly withdrawing her arm in a dashing pose, the immortal let out a soft breath. Her crimson eyes swept across the surroundings before she gently shook her head.
"This punch still lacks perfect force."
With both hands behind her back, she sighed faintly.
Seeing the stone seats beside the bamboo grove, the immortal walked over at an unhurried pace. This place was