About the profound hint from her grandfather, Nangong Qi was unable to make any response...

The elder shook his head and sighed softly again!

"Qi'er, let me see your recent progress, use your full strength and attack me with those moves I just asked you about,"

Nangong Qi's eyes widened slightly, "Should I use my full strength?"

"Exactly."

"Uh... I understand,"

Having said this, Nangong Qi once again lowered her gaze and obediently lifted her slender hand, gently biting her right thumb and then stretching out her left hand. As she held her left hand in a palm and her right in a fist, she dotted the blood from her thumb onto the center of her left palm, swiftly closing it with a crisp snap and using this to guide the spiritual medium.

"Heaven Opening Seal,"

As the words parted from her lips, Nangong Qi softly uttered these six characters. As her voice fell, an invisible field of energy immediately formed around her body, sharp and unstoppable. In that instant, even the light in Nangong Qi's water-like eyes became sharper than before, fierce and revealing. Her clear, beautiful eyes also gradually took on a pale golden hue, mesmerizingly captivating.

Her hands, positioned in a seal, parted for a second time as she slowly lowered her head and dropped her hands...

A gentle breeze quietly brushed her exquisite bare face, and even the Golden Bodhi made a rustling sound, scattering its golden leaves...

Nangong Qi completely merged with nature, accompanied by fluttering snowflakes falling over the vast landscape. In that moment, her form began to slowly disappear from bottom to top into the void, with only the drifting leaves and snowflakes wildly crisscrossing in the wind.

For a time, even the nearby space seemed frozen and assimilated, where only her gracefully dancing black hair fluttered in the wind...

Not until Nangong Qi's figure had completely vanished did the scene leave behind a picturesque view; who could imagine the ruthless killing intent hidden within this sky full of white herons?

Under Nangong Qi's nearly perfect control of the illusion, the drifting white world suddenly extended a nearly perfect piece of white jade, aimed at the elder's back...

Under the clarity of golden eyes, the hand she reached out was precisely directed at a critical life gate of the body.

A second later, as her jade hand touched the body, she seemed to be silently soothing with these jade hands, without making a sound, light yet firm; then immediately followed by a series of palm winds that unleashed consecutive sounds of tearing through the air.

'Falling Snow Sixty-Four Forms.'

As Nangong Qi silently chanted this in her heart, the space within the nearby area had already become her absolute domain under her control, this peaceful world as if time had abruptly slowed down countless times, with only her graceful figure uninhibited by the Falling Snow Palm.

Over time, the pace of Falling Snow Palm winds grew faster and more rapidly, and the snowflakes floating through the air seemed to unleash a strong killing intent in her graceful dance...

"Qi'er, you lost again this time, with your current strength, you can't even see through my illusion,"

The elder's voice echoed eerily by her ear, his unmoving figure gradually blurred, faded, and finally disappeared...

It turned out that at the moment Nangong Qi used the Illusion Technique, unbeknownst to her, she had already been enveloped in an illusion; the elder quickly reappeared not far from her.

"You are too weak, although this is indeed difficult for a martial artist who has cultivated to the eighth level. Nevertheless, I had hoped you would see through me on your own rather than excessively relying on abilities—come, try to keep up with my speed."

At this moment, the elder obviously addressed her in person.

Had it all been in vain... At his words, Nangong Qi's body froze momentarily before she twisted her waist and performed a maneuver like the swallow turning back, instantly reflecting towards the direction of the elder's voice, as fast as lightning, and she even created an afterimage.

The innate advantage of women was fully demonstrated at this moment, but when the palm wind swung again, no matter how close the attack, it could not touch the elder by even a hair's breadth; the elder always managed to dodge her strike just in the nick of time.

"The speed is good but the force is still too weak. Among martial artists, with your current destructive power, you have just reached the Rank 2 standard, but your physique is far below that of a second-order fighter. You couldn't even withstand a full-on strike from a true second-order fighter—Qi'er, the Nangong Family has always been known for using softness to overcome strength. Although what you're good at isn't power, don't neglect physical training. With the same emphasis on speed, see if you can keep up with Mengdie, the chief disciple of Jade Clear Sect? With the same principle of using softness to overcome strength, can your physique match that of Luosai, the 98th leading disciple of Yanhuang Soul?"

The elder incessantly scolded, and though his body was almost touched by Nangong Qi several times, he managed to dodge all the attacks perfectly by leveraging his superior skill level. Importantly, at this moment, Nangong Qi's chest heaved uncontrollably...while the breath of the elderly man, nearly a century old, remained undisturbed.

Indeed, as a direct descendant of the Nangong Family, even though Qi's speed exceeded that of a first-order, her frail physique could not withstand a full strike from a second-order fighter, which was somewhat regrettable.

"Child, what you rely on in battle is never just speed or power, but the use of intelligence. But you must not neglect essential basic training. Look at your physique, it's even inferior to those foreign disciples."

Crack!

As the elder spoke, a crisp sound suddenly emanated from the void; his body immediately froze in place. Glancing back, he saw Nangong Qi, as she gently touched a critical acupoint on him with her slender finger.

"It's over, Grandfather..."

"Qi'er, you...?"

The elder remained completely frozen in place. Undoubtedly, while he thought Nangong Qi was caught in an illusion, she had kept a trick up her sleeve.

"This, this this... as a grand master of Ancient Martial Arts, how can there be an ambush! Humph, I'm off to drink." The old man suddenly puffed his cheeks and stormed off. Although he spoke thus, his serious face briefly flashed an imperceptible smile. She truly was his beloved granddaughter.

However, regarding this victory, Nangong Qi showed no emotional fluctuation. Under the Bodhi tree, she had been meditative for almost half a year; even a carefree person might become much more silent, let alone someone with Nangong Qi's naturally introverted character.

Feng Yi had noticed this early on. Originally, on the airship, Feng Yi had seen her quietly reading a book; even when nearly nodding off and about to collapse, she would touch him lightly with a finger to his forehead. These were stories from the past, but they also reflected Nangong Qi's somewhat quiet nature from another side.

Of course, she was only open with people she was familiar with. At least with Li Xiang alone, she felt especially comfortable and less restrained.

Slowly lowering her hand... the Golden Bodhi she was touching finally ceased its swaying at this moment. As she watched the old man's disappearing silhouette, Nangong Qi lowered her eyes pensively... What would the world's future configuration be like, and what exactly was the dreadful change Grandfather had spoken of...

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