Chapter 85.1: The Generous Lu Fei

Iceberg Empress: Not bad, Rogue Immortal, you've even made it onto the Eastern Lands' Junior Prodigy Ranking!

Even Iceberg Empress, who had been silent until now, congratulated him.

Rogue Immortal: How could I ever compare with you, Sister Empress!

It seemed he had a certain fear of the Iceberg Empress.

Great Sun Flame Emperor: Rogue Immortal, work a little harder, and you might just make it onto the main Eastern Lands Prodigy Ranking!

After lurking for a while, Qi Yuan finally understood. The Eastern Lands Prodigy Ranking recorded the top thousand prodigies under sixty years old. The Junior Ranking was merely a subsidiary list for those who couldn't quite make the cut.

Either way, both were far more prestigious than the Ten Genius Ranking of Great Shang Kingdom.

Qi Yuan felt a deep admiration. Thinking of his well-informed groupmates, he sent a question.

Qiyuann Sovereign: Does anyone know about Po Lang from Bright Palace?

Know yourself, know your enemy, a victory in a hundred battles.

Iceberg Empress: Po Lang? Never heard of him.

Oh?

A newcomer. Our Divine Flower Society has gone from Three Sovereigns to Four Sovereigns now

Rogue Immortal: Qiyuann Sovereign, don't tell me you've run into Po Lang? He's ranked within the top seven hundred of the Eastern Lands Prodigy Ranking. That's the main list, not the junior one like mine. Anyone who makes it onto the Prodigy Ranking has the strength to challenge opponents above their realm. The Bright Palace and the Divine Flower Society are sworn enemies. Whatever you do, don't expose your affiliation with the Divine Flower Society. If you do, Po Lang will never let you go!

Qi Yuan felt both shocked and delighted. After all, his white moonlight seemed to be very strong, and bound to carry treasures beyond comparison.

The Great Sun Flame Emperor: Qiyuann Sovereign, if you haven't yet reached the Core Formation realm, it would be best to avoid Po Lang altogether.

The man knew a bit about the Bright Palace's movements. Po Lang had gone off on some mission, though the exact details were unknown. Judging from the circumstances, the Radiant Sword technique that Qiyuann Sovereign acquired probably came from slaying a Bright Palace’s member. Po Lang was likely out to avenge that loss.

Qi Yuan smiled faintly.

Qiyuann Sovereign: Thank you for your concern. But I’m Heavenly Dao-class, why would I fear him?

Iceberg Empress: You have a Heavenly Dao-class too?

Qi Yuan: Of course. That day, I fought a bloody battle against three thousand alien demons. I seized Heavenly Dao itself and thus achieved this class.

The Iceberg Empress froze for a moment, then quickly sent her reply.

Iceberg Empress: Qiyuann Sovereign, how formidable! Another great figure rises in the cultivation world!

Basking in their praise, Qi Yuan thought that his groupmates were truly the best. Unlike those outside, they believed he'd attained the Heavenly Dao class.

Then, something else occurred to him.

Qi Yuan: Does Po Lang carry any powerful cultivation techniques?

After all, the wealthier the white moonlight, the better.

Great Sun Flame Emperor: Po Lang's master is True Lord Windrage, a late-stage Nascent Soul powerhouse. I'd wager Po Lang carries quite a few treasures. Qiyuann Sovereign, you must be careful.

Iceberg Empress: Windrage? I've met him. Nothing special. Once, he secretly toppled a small kingdom for the sake of refining a single magic treasure. If not for the strength of his master, I'd have ground his ashes into the dirt long ago.

Rogue Immortal: ... As expected, Sister Empress is unmatched in might.

Qiyuann Sovereign: Sister, cuddles!

Without wasting time, Qi Yuan sucked up to her. The Iceberg Empress was clearly a true overlord.

As the saying went, among three thousand women, one ascended to the Immortal Ranks. Qi Yuan dreamed of ascending by holding on tight. After singing the empress's praises for a while, he closed the group chat.

His anticipation was surging. "I can hardly stand it anymore. I need to find a quiet place where I can properly ravish that white moonlight..."

"Senior Brother Qi Yuan, the hour has come. We must set out," Dong Xian interrupted.

Qi Yuan reigned in his thoughts.

***

Inside the palace hall, groups of cultivators stood with their hands clasped behind their backs.

Qi Yuan remained close to Dong Xian, scanning the crowd as if searching for someone.

The grand hall grew ever more crowded. Over a dozen princes stood clad in golden robes embroidered with giant pythons. Each were flanked by Foundation Establishment cultivators.

The Crown Prince, tall and bearded, stood foremost. Behind him loomed two swordsmen from Xuanfu San Sect, exuding terrifyingly sharp auras. Even a glance made a common cultivator's eyes ache as if pierced by blades.

Just then, a voice reached Qi Yuan's ears.

—My senior sister has cultivated a Profound-tier technique. With it, she can singlehandedly defeat the Foundation Establishment disciples of both Xuanfu San Sect and the Divine Radiance Sect!

Qi Yuan had a peculiar ability. Sometimes, he overheard random transmissions, thoughts, or stray whispers around him.

His eyes lit up instantly.

Who is this little cutie with a Profound-tier technique? Those techniques are my absolute favorite.

His gaze swept the crowd until it settled on a female cultivator from the Demonic Desire Sect.

Her bright red gown accentuated her voluptuous figure, leaving little to imagination. Moreover, she also had an impossibly slim waist and explosive curves. A deep ravine of snowy flesh showed boldly, but she made no move to cover it.

...Huge indeed. But still inferior to my junior sister's,

Qi Yuan thought..

Her loose robes only concealed what was truly there.

Still, Qi Yuan's eyes blazed as he locked on to this woman.

I found another white moonlight!

Perhaps he could hear their inner thoughts if he targeted someone nearby with a clear focus. And if she happened to be circulating a cultivation technique right now, it would be incredible!

Lu Fei of the Demonic Desire Sect soon noticed his burning gaze. She turned, eyes dripping with allure. "Little Brother Qi Yuan, if you keep staring at me like that, I'll become shy. Why don't you come to my chambers tonight? Let me give you a proper look."

As Lu Fei spoke, she deliberately thrust out her chest, and a generous expanse of cleavage spilled into Qi Yuan's line of sight.

The moment the words left her lips, every head turned. Eyes shifted toward Qi Yuan and Lu Fei, some expressions tinged with amusement, some openly watching for a good show. A swordswoman from the Xuanfu San Sect fixed her gaze on Qi Yuan. A flicker of disdain glinted in her eyes.

Qi Yuan, unbothered, beamed in delight. "Really?"

It was exactly what he wanted.

Lu Fei paused, then her smile deepened. "I'll be waiting."

She was a little taken aback. Could this really be the chief disciple of Seven-Colored Peak? Was this his true nature? Well, that made things easier. She loved nothing more than using her body to toy with lustful men.

At that moment, someone said in a commanding voice, "Is everyone here?"

A man in a flowing white robe entered slowly. A long sword rested on his back, its presence both understated and domineering. His gait exuded magnificence, every step radiating an aura of disciplined power.

Everyone understood immediately that it was the effect of intense cultivation. The newcomer was none other than Po Lang. Close behind him, the Eighteenth Prince followed like a shadow, almost as if he were a servant.

All the princes, and even the cultivators, turned their eyes to Po Lang, their gazes laced with caution and wariness. After all, Bright Palace was an outsider, and each one of them harbored a deep resistance to it.

Qi Yuan's gaze burned as he stared at Po Lang. After all, he was the true white moonlight after his own heart. Lu Fei didn't even come close.

Po Lang's gaze swept the crowd, lingering briefly on Qi Yuan and Kang Fulu, before settling on the latter. After a few breaths, he looked away.

Even so, the pressure he exuded was immense. Qi Yuan remained calm, his fiery gaze shifting between Po Lang and Lu Fei. Two white moonlights. He had to keep both in sight. If either ran, he'd chase them to the end of earth!

Feeling his stare, Po Lang grew irritated.

The white-haired one is Kang Fulu, the sect's foremost Foundation Establishment realm disciple. Then, the other must be Qi Yuan.

A flicker of killing intent flashed in his eyes. "I'll remember you, Qi Yuan of the Divine Radiance Sect."

Sensing Po Lang's killing intent, Qi Yuan bristled.

All I did was look at you once, and you want to kill me?

As expected, the Bright Palace was exactly as his junior sister had said. Arrogant hypocrites, through and through!

Look at the Demonic Desire Sect's white moonlight. She caught him staring and even invited him over that night. That was generosity!

Kang Fulu stepped in front of Qi Yuan. "So you're Po Lang of the Bright Palace? Haughty indeed. I am Kang Fulu, son-in-law of the Divine Radiance Sect's master, personal disciple of the Fifth-Light Peak's master, late-stage Foundation Establishment realm cultivator. The one you should remember is me!"

His aura flared powerfully.

Po Lang narrowed his eyes. "Interesting."

He said no more. A figure on the Prodigy Ranking hardly needed to trade words with backwater cultivators. Once inside the Celestial Dragon Realm, he would cut them down in a single strike.

Kang Fulu glanced at Qi Yuan. "With me here, Po Lang will not dare run wild."

"Thank you, Senior Brother."

Buoyed by the support, Qi Yuan's gaze darted eagerly between Po Lang and Lu Fei, back and forth without end.

Kang Fulu could only shake his head in exasperation. The female swordwoman from Xuanfu San Sect, however, looked at him with hesitant disdain.