Qing Xuan

Compared to Futu Yijing's peerless bearing, Maha You looked like a stray dog driven from its home.

He looked at Futu Yijing, his expression deeply grave.

In their final clash just now, cracks had actually appeared in the Immortal Golden Body's purple-gold frame. Had the collision lasted any longer, it was hard to imagine how horrific the outcome would have been.

What exactly is that fellow's divine ability? Maha You wondered as he rose from the ground.

Whether it was the Maha Ancient Clan's Maha Immeasurable Calamity, one of the Thirty-Six Peerless Divine Abilities, the Maha Tian Bell, or the Immortal Golden Body, that divine ability had crushed them all.

In midair, the cold severity faded from Futu Yijing's face, replaced by a hearty smile.

"Today's events gave you all a somewhat more exciting spectacle, but due to other factors, our clan's inter-lineage tournament will end here. You are welcome to stay with the Futu Ancient Clan for a few more days and let us extend our hospitality."

The guests from the various superpowers all understood the reason. Still, they had witnessed sufficiently spectacular battles, so they voiced no dissatisfaction and offered their thanks.

Only the members of the Maha Ancient Clan wore sour expressions. This time, they had thoroughly disgraced themselves before all those superpowers.

The visitors from the Maha Ancient Clan were the first to leave the spectator stands. They knew that Maha You's attempt to disrupt the event had displeased the Futu Ancient Clan. Rather than linger here, they might as well leave sooner.

After the Maha Ancient Clan, the various superpowers departed one after another, returning to the accommodations the Futu Ancient Clan had arranged for them.

The Futu Ancient Clan's Heavenly Sovereigns did not linger either, turning into streaks of light and leaving in their wake.

Futuo Xuan glanced at Futu Yijing, his aged face brimming with smiles.

"Well done."

With those words, Futuo Xuan vanished from sight.

Just then, a Heavenly Sovereign elder descended from above and stopped beside Futu Yijing.

"It's been a long time, Yijing." A gentle voice came from the elder.

"It certainly has, Qing Xuan." Futu Yijing looked at the newcomer beside him with a warm smile.

She was none other than Qing Xuan, an elder of the Qing Lineage, a Spirit Grade Heavenly Sovereign, and Qing Yanjing's elder sister.

"You really stole the limelight this time. So many leaders of superpowers watched you nail Maha You to the pillar of shame." Qing Xuan wore a lovely smile.

"He brought the fight right to our doorstep. How could I back down? If I pulled my head into my shell like a turtle, how could I carry on as the young master?"

"But you've been back for days, and you never came to see me." As she spoke, reproach and displeasure flickered in Qing Xuan's eyes.

"I entered the Ancestral Pagoda as soon as I returned and only came out today," Futu Yijing explained, rubbing his nose.

There was something between the two of them that could neither be clearly explained nor put into words.

Within the Futu Ancient Clan, Futu Yijing interacted with few people. Qing Xuan had spent the most time with him-even his grandfather, Futuo Xuan, had not spent as much time with him as she had.

After all, as the Futu Ancient Clan's grand elder, he had many matters to attend to and little time to spend with Futu Yijing.

Back then, Qing Xuan had not yet been an elder, only an Earthly Sovereign. Her younger sister had already become the Saintess, while she herself had little to do within the clan beyond cultivating.

Once people had time on their hands, they would find something to do, and the only thing that piqued Qing Xuan's interest was Futu Yijing, the highly controversial young master.

Whenever she had an excuse-or none at all-she would visit Futu Yijing's courtyard to watch him cultivate.

At first, she had merely wanted to take a look at the boy who would one day compete with her younger sister.

As time passed, Qing Xuan's initial desire to simply take a look became a habit.

In her spare time between cultivation sessions, she would come to Futu Yijing's courtyard and watch him wield his spear.

The boy gradually grew into a young man, his features becoming increasingly handsome and martial. His youthful high spirits gradually gave way to maturity, and his cultivation reached Ninth Grade Sovereign. His next step would be the earthly sovereign realm.

Through years of cultivation and the support of the Futu Ancient Clan's resources, Qing Xuan herself became a Heavenly Sovereign and, in turn, an elder of the Qing Lineage.

From strangers, the two became people who could talk about anything.

From him, Qing Xuan learned many views she had never heard before.

For instance, such outrageous remarks as, "A woman who can't see her feet when she looks down is a peerless beauty."

There were also unique insights such as, "Attack without defending, and you'll be unmatched beneath heaven."

Gradually, their relationship grew closer with every conversation.

An indescribable affection emerged along with it. That feeling had lingered in Qing Xuan's heart ever since, showing not the slightest sign of fading even now. In fact, after seeing Futu Yijing today, it had grown even stronger.

That was why she had come to find him after the tournament ended.

Yet this fellow seemed to think of nothing but cultivating. He was like a block of wood, impervious to every approach.

In truth, Futu Yijing had always understood the feelings between them. But as a proud transmigrator, how could he remain beneath a woman for long?

I won't take a single bite of that meal ticket!

Only once his cultivation surpassed Qing Xuan's would he take the initiative to pierce that thin paper window between them.

Fortunately, he was not far from the heavenly sovereign realm. He could practically touch it just by reaching out a hand.

When he had left the Futu Ancient Clan for the Saint Abyss Continent, part of his reason had been to hone the True Dragon Precious Technique to the very pinnacle. This had been the other reason.

As for their ages, that was not something Futu Yijing considered.

After all, strictly speaking, they belonged to the same generation.

Besides, Sovereigns lived long lives, and Heavenly Sovereigns lived even longer. Far in the future, the difference in their ages would be negligible.

Years from now, your beauty will remain, and so will my charm.

By now, Qing Xuan had long since grown accustomed to Futu Yijing's evasive answers. She asked, "How long will you stay this time?"

The Futu Ancient Clan could not keep a true dragon confined, even if its resources were enough for him to break through to Heavenly Sovereign. Qing Xuan knew very well that Futu Yijing would never stand still for long on the path of cultivation.

"Perhaps half a month. There are rumors that the ruins of the Ancient Heavenly Palace have appeared. I'm going to take a look and see whether I can find One Qi Transforms into Three Pure Ones," Futu Yijing said.

When the time came, Futu Yijing could also complete the task Qing Yanjing had entrusted to him.

"Then spend this half month chatting with me. Tell me what happened over these past two hundred years, like how you got that scar on your face." Learning that Futu Yijing would leave in half a month, Qing Xuan felt a little disappointed.

Futu Yijing thought it over. He could use this half month to rest anyway, so he nodded in agreement.

When Qing Xuan saw him nod, a look of delight appeared on her face.

By now, everyone else had left. Only Futu Yijing and Qing Xuan remained.

There was nothing to do if they stayed here, so the two turned into streaks of light and flew toward the same destination.