A life of clearness

Chapter 506 Message
After Liu Qiancui finished explaining to Rong Qing, it was Rong Qing's turn to answer her questions.

"That Dao rhythm that makes people feel like they are standing on ice and snow... is it something you have just realized?" Liu Qiancui exclaimed sincerely, "It is extraordinary. Not only does it freeze the body, but even the soul is frozen. Although my mind is still there, I can't use the Dao rhythm as smoothly and freely as usual."

Even the effect of Tao rhyme has declined a lot compared to usual.

After all, the five Dao rhymes that Liu Qiancui displayed at that time were under the dual effects of the stagnation force field and the cold rain Dao rhymes as soon as they appeared. Rong Qing resisted them for a short period of time and actually managed to hold on!
If there were no other interference, the eye of the wind behind Rong Qing would have erupted with a powerful suction force the moment it appeared, making it impossible for Rong Qing to withstand it so easily.

Liu Qiancui had read the record of the last battle between Rong Qing and her phantom. At that time, Rong Qing had not used the Dao rhyme that could freeze the body and soul.

"This rhyme is called Cold Rain. My fellow Taoist has a good eye." Rong Qing smiled and said, "It is indeed what I gained during my recent retreat. I was so happy that I came to this trial field to find someone to practice with, so that I can have a better idea of ​​its power."

Now it seems that even if the opponent is at the ninth level of the Spirit Transformation Realm, it can still have a good effect when the opponent is off guard.

"You can create such Dao rhyme just by retreating, you really are..." Liu Qiancui looked at Rong Qing carefully: "Others are powerless after leaving the Forest of All Dharma Steles, but you are just the opposite. It is as easy for you to comprehend the origin of Dao and create Dao rhyme as drinking water. The source of this Hanyu Dao rhyme is also the origin of Void, right?"

Rong Qing nodded: "It is the origin of the void. But my progress is far from comparable to that of fellow Daoist. Not to mention Yuan Cheng..."

Rong Qing was actually not sure how long the stasis force field and the cold rain Taoist rhyme could hold Yuan Cheng in place.

“Don’t be afraid of being laughed at by fellow Daoists. I was able to break through to the ninth level of Spiritual Transformation in a short period of time because I was lucky and had a fortuitous encounter.” As for what the fortuitous encounter was, Liu Qiancui did not elaborate: “As for His Highness Yuan Cheng…”

She sighed deeply, "It's normal that I can't compete. The difference in strength between the ninth level of the Spiritual Transformation Realm is huge. In the eyes of His Highness Yuan Cheng, a ninth level Spiritual Transformation Realm like me is probably no different from an ordinary Spiritual Transformation Realm."

Thinking back to that battle, Liu Qiancui still felt terrified, as if a mortal was being dragged into a heavenly calamity for no reason.

The moment she was killed by Yuan Cheng, she thought she was really dead and completely forgot that she was in the trial field.

When mentioning the true genius who was famous throughout the North Sky, Rong Qing and Liu Qiancui both fell silent.

Liu Qiancui was seized by fear and had no energy to fight Yuan Cheng again. Rong Qing was eager to try, but she knew that Yuan Cheng would be the most difficult opponent she would face.

When she faced the imperial concubine Ji who had already reached the level of a deity, she was not afraid, because considering her background and backers, she had reasons to win.

Facing the unfathomable strength of the Sword Master and others, she never backed down, because she was confident that she was still useful, and if so, the Sword Masters would not really kill her.

Yuan Cheng is the only cultivator of the same level Rong Qing has ever met who has truly superior talent and extraordinary aptitude. In a battle with Yuan Cheng, Rong Qing will not have any chance of success.

After a long while, Rong Qing finally spoke: "It was really fun to reminisce and discuss with fellow Taoist today. Time in the trial field is precious, so I won't disturb you."

Liu Qiancui nodded with a smile.

Liu Qiancui watched Rong Qing leave until the figure of the female cultivator in white gradually disappeared in the white mist, and the smile on her face gradually faded.

She lowered her eyes and stared at the amber tea in the cup, but what she was thinking about was the previous battle with Rong Qing.

The sudden burst of Han Yu Dao Yun after the stasis field was so stunning that she temporarily overlooked another detail in the battle.

“He was able to ignore the gap between the second and ninth stages of the Spiritual Transformation, and withstand the enormous pressure on his body and soul at the same time. This should not only be due to Yu Rong’s original resurrection-type Dao rhyme.”

The fighting opportunity was fleeting at that time, leaving Liu Qiancui with little time to guess. Only now could she think carefully about the reasons.

"Did he create another Dao rhythm that can sustain injuries? Or did he have some adventure like me..."

... Rong Qing stood upright in the large open space surrounded by thick fog with her hands hanging down at her sides. She couldn't help but sigh, this is the difference. She didn't think there was anything wrong with Liu Qiancui's small space, but now it seems that her own open space is really shabby.

This thought went through Rong Qing's mind for a while before being thrown aside. She looked at the manager and said, "You mean, there is another message?"

The manager nodded silently.

After the battle with Liu Qiancui, she received a message. Who could it be that paid so much attention to her?
Rong Qing didn't think about it and clicked on the message.

Different from the previous photos taken by Liu Qiancui, this time it is pure text.

"Compared to the last battle with Liu's daughter, I have indeed made some progress. However, when practicing, you must always examine yourself and not be too arrogant or impatient."

Next comes a string of names and their ranks.

Rong Qing read the entire message silently.

"From this tone... it seems to be an elder?" She thought to herself: "He didn't leave a Taoist name, so it seems he is not one of the ones I know."

If I had known Rong Qing before, I wouldn't have been so secretive about giving her suggestions.

"Could it be the senior from the Zunjie that Senior Brother Zhizheng mentioned?" Rong Qing thought about it and felt that it was very likely.

In this case, Rong Qing had no choice but to take this suggestion seriously.

There were a total of 27 ninth-level masters in this list. Although they were at the same level, they were selected by the senior because they must have certain characteristics: Rong Qing could find her own shortcomings more quickly and intuitively when fighting with them.

If Rong Qing were to choose her own opponent, it would probably take some effort, and she might not be able to choose the most suitable opponent.

It can be said that this seemingly ordinary message actually helped Rong Qing a lot invisibly.

Rong Qing kept this favor in mind, and then asked the administrator to retrieve the phantoms of the twenty-seven cultivators.

The manager quickly replied, "They are all in the trial field right now. Should we send out the invitation now?"

Rong Qing was stunned.

They are all here... It seems that the senior’s authority in the trial field is higher than she thought.

She didn't hesitate: "All are invited."

The manager closed his eyes and sent invitations to these monks one by one on behalf of Rong Qing. Although these 27 monks were all in the trial field, some were fighting, some were quietly regulating their breathing and reviewing the last battle, and some were chatting with friends they hadn't seen for a long time. In short, it would take some time to get their responses.

……

"She's making rapid progress indeed." Someone exclaimed.

The white-robed female cultivator in the light and shadow was quickly killed by a sword piercing her head. Like a butterfly with broken wings, she fell into the dark and filthy sea water.

The black-clothed male cultivator who had just sighed did not take it seriously. He turned his head and looked at the young man in white: "What do you think?"

(End of this chapter)