On Lesser Qiong Peak.
Fire swords darted back and forth, talisman arrays whirled, and two figures traded blows in midair.
Youqin Xuanya, dressed today in an ice-blue long gown, was still as naturally beautiful and peerlessly radiant as ever;
Before the thatched cottage, the little Martial Uncle and little Martial Sister sat on opposite sides of a low table, both craning their necks to watch while constantly helping themselves to dim sum and tea.
Whenever Youqin Xuanya flew over their heads, the little Martial Uncle would let out a "Wow"...
"Xiaoya is actually wearing—!"
Ling'e hurriedly cut her off. "Martial Uncle!"
"Ahem, hee hee hee. Xiaoya is still just as pretty as yesterday."
In the air, Li Changshou smiled as he activated the talisman array. Relying on nimble movement techniques to shift about, he appeared to be evenly matched with Youqin Xuanya, but in reality...
He had been getting chased around and beaten the entire time.
Youqin Xuanya had also followed Jiu Jiu's instructions. Though she used only eighty percent of her cultivation, she brought out all her magic treasures and treated every sparring match seriously...
The talismans in the talisman array were consumables. Though cheap, after several days of fighting, they still made Li Changshou's heart ache.
Their little "poor" peak valued every scrap of resources!
Still, this bit of waste was worthwhile.
At the border between the Northern Continent of Julu and the Southern Continent of Bu, above a dense forest near a market town.
A cloaked figure flew by on a cloud. Before long, another figure gave chase from behind...
The two figures looked remarkably alike.
The one ahead was naturally Kuai Si, impersonated by one of Li Changshou's Paper Daoists;
The one behind was the real Kuai Si, whom Li Changshou had monitored without pause.