Daily Minimum: Five Hundred Million Levels! Such a White Sword Sheath-an Immortal Divine Medicine? The Sixth Ancestor Descends!

This unnamed cultivation method had brought Lu Qingyun more than just a leap-like transformation of his body.

Its greater benefit lay in how drastically it boosted Lu Qingyun's absorption efficiency. By now, the Fortune Points he could obtain each day had reached five hundred—at the very least, five hundred million levels every day!

"Though I expected it, the hundred thousand Fortune Points required for the fourth layer are still far too terrifying, aren't they?"

Lu Qingyun clicked his tongue in astonishment.

Even at his current speed, it would take a full two hundred days to advance!

For the short term, there was no need to even think about it.

Lu Qingyun closed his eyes, just about to continue experiencing the profundity of this brand-new cultivation method.

But outside the courtyard, the little bell hanging from the gate rang without wind.

Ding-a-ling—

The ringing was crisp and pleasant, though not loud.

"Saint Ning Qiushui has come to pay a visit. Please forgive the intrusion."

A cool female voice sounded from outside.

Lu Qingyun raised his eyes, a trace of surprise flashing through them.

At the courtyard gate stood a woman in fitted white robes, her figure graceful and alluring. Her name was Qiushui.

Yet her appearance was quite unlike her name. Her exquisite face was icy and expressionless, without the slightest hint of emotion.

She cradled a long sword in her arms, its hilt deeply buried in the ravine before her chest.

The entire sword sheath was crafted from rare white jade, its lustrous sheen delicate and eye-catching.

"So big... no, so white."

Lu Qingyun lavishly praised the sword sheath.

At the same time, he was more than willing to insert his own sword into such a sheath.

With a wave of his hand, he lifted the restrictions, and the courtyard gates swung wide open.

He also gave himself a new look in passing.

Ning Qiushui had not noticed Lu Qingyun watching her earlier, and she offered him a friendly smile.

For some reason, though, that smile was exceptionally stiff. It did not reach her eyes, making one's scalp tingle.

Lu Qingyun fell silent and casually waved his hand. A curtain of water appeared before Ning Qiushui.

Within it, Ning Qiushui's smiling face was reflected with perfect clarity.

At that moment, Ning Qiushui's expression truly froze.

She had not expected that merely going a little over a thousand years without interacting with anyone would leave her like this!

This is bad. The more I look at this smile, the more it resembles those demonic cultivators I slaughtered in the Great Wilderness when I was young.

She won't misunderstand, will she?!

Ning Qiushui's expression changed wildly. Her fair face flushed red, then turned pale, and even went green for a moment!

It had to be said, a Saint truly was extraordinary—she could even produce such colors.

"Saint Ning, may I ask what brings you here today?"

Lu Qingyun took the initiative to speak.

His expression remained calm, but he had already secretly made up his mind that no matter what this woman said,

he would politely refuse her the next moment and see her out.

He had changed his appearance precisely to avoid troublesome matters.

Who would have thought that even so, someone would still come looking for him? Still, after all this time, there had only been this one person, so it was not entirely unacceptable.

Upon hearing Lu Qingyun's words, Ning Qiushui slapped apart the water curtain before her and resumed her previous icy expression.

Since she was not used to it, she simply would not do it anymore.

In any case, her main purpose in coming here was not to make friends, so why bother being polite?

Before speaking, Ning Qiushui looked around, took out a great quantity of materials, and began setting up an array right in front of Lu Qingyun.

This inexplicable action left Lu Qingyun rather puzzled.

Yet he did not stop her, because with his eyesight, he could naturally tell that the array Ning Qiushui was setting up was not a killing formation, but one meant to conceal heavenly secrets and prevent prying eyes.

What matter could warrant such caution?

Very soon, Ning Qiushui finished setting it up.

Once the great array took shape, she looked at Lu Qingyun and said solemnly, "I have come this time to invite you to accompany me into the Demon Abyss!"

Lu Qingyun blinked and waited a while, making sure Ning Qiushui had nothing else to say.

Then he said in disbelief, "That's it?"

Just to say they would enter the Demon Abyss together—was there really a need to be this cautious?

The restrictions that came with the place were not enough, so she had even set up a great array herself!

When Ning Qiushui heard Lu Qingyun call it a small matter, excitement flashed through her eyes.

"Then, does that mean you agree, Fellow Daoist?"

"Of course I don't."

Lu Qingyun refused outright, then reconsidered.

Something was off. Nine parts out of ten, something was very off.

At once, he narrowed his eyes and scrutinized Ning Qiushui.

"Saint Ning, what did you see within the Demon Abyss?"

The so-called Demon Abyss was a famous Forbidden Land within the Great Wilderness. Legend had it that its depths connected to another world!

Demonic qi filled its interior, and danger lurked everywhere.

More importantly, ordinary people would not go to that godforsaken place to seek opportunities!

After a moment of silence, Ning Qiushui looked at Lu Qingyun and stated her terms and request.

"A Three-pattern Sacred Medicine in exchange for your help. You need only protect me as I descend one thousand zhang into the Demon Abyss."

Truthfully, that price was exceptionally fair.

For Saints, there was no danger at all within the first thousand zhang beneath the Demon Abyss.

They merely had to expend a great deal of Saint Power resisting the erosion of demonic qi and certain unknown attacks.

If that alone could earn them a Three-pattern Sacred Medicine, most Saints would be willing.

But... Lu Qingyun was not.

How many Fortune Points could a Three-pattern Sacred Medicine be worth? At most, only a few hundred. He could earn that back in a single day.

Yet judging from Ning Qiushui's situation, her true objective was likely worth far more than that!

There were many things more valuable than a Three-pattern Sacred Medicine.

But if it far surpassed a Three-pattern Sacred Medicine in value, and could make even a Saint of the Lu Family brave danger for it—

then there were not many possibilities...

A cultivation method? Even someone of a different surname would cultivate a Supreme Level Cultivation Method after joining the Lu Family!

A Saint weapon? Impossible. At her realm, any weapon she could fancy would belong to someone she could not defeat.

Then the most likely possibility was...

"An Immortal Divine Medicine?"

Lu Qingyun spoke.

When Ning Qiushui fell silent, he smiled.

The next instant, the Sixth Ancestor of the Lu Family, having received Lu Qingyun's message, arrived at once!

His booming voice carried excitement.

"You brat, don't fool this old man. I even abandoned the big fish already on my hook—is there really an Immortal Divine Medicine?"