Feng Yi surveyed the newcomer with a cold eye, his brows slightly furrowed, then he showed a slight start, as if he realized something. He wanted to speak, then stopped, stopped speaking only to want to speak again…

It was not hard to notice that Nangong Qi's aura had changed significantly. If originally Qi'er was a lively and clever younger sister, she had now become much quieter. Her presence, tranquil and serene, exuded an ethereal quality, that even though she was still herself, she gave off a feeling of being otherworldly, so near yet so far…

What level of skill must one possess to enter such a spiritual realm, to achieve complete unity of body and mind, and to hear the rustling of the Golden Bodhi… Feng Yi spoke in a deep voice, "Qi, let's stop fighting."

"Shut up, we are sparring as martial artists, how can it be child's play?"

Heh, I didn't expect this girl to be so serious, sticking to her words. Feng Yi shook his head and said with a bittersweet smile, "I don't strike because I'm afraid of hurting you, of course, you are not weak either."

"There's no need to be wary of anything, this is the spiritual realm after all." Nangong Qi turned her pretty face away, her eyes shimmering with a touch of pride, "Besides that, you took half a year to come find me, and now you dare to argue with an elder. Today, I must teach you a good lesson."

Feng Yi laughed, "You don't know that this move doesn't work on me."

"Is that so… then come and try to break free."

Seeing the girl so confident, Feng Yi couldn't help but feel a twinge of doubt, thinking to himself, could it be? He suddenly remembered the time when he fought with Mengdie. Although the Blank Paper Realm couldn't completely suppress those world-altering skills, it could ensure that his own magnetic field was undisturbed—now, he wanted to see what mysterious techniques the Blank Paper Realm couldn't suppress.

At that moment, Feng Yi's gaze became intense. The word 'break' left his mouth, and the icy world abruptly transformed, the vast land of emptiness mysteriously cracked open… Accompanied by the sound of breaking mirrors, the cracks spread quickly as if they were tearing apart this void imprisonment…

Nangong Qi's eyebrows furrowed slightly, not panicking in the slightest. Her hair moved without wind, her delicate hands swiftly forming seals, "Open gate, lock. Scenic Gate, illusion. Gate of death, open!" The seals flowed swiftly between her fingers like a blooming flower… As the final word 'suppress' burst forth, the near-collapse of time seemed to speed up and instantly healed. Even the pressure of the Blank Paper Realm seemed to have lost its effect?

Such an impressive girl! Staring in shock at everything… Even Feng Yi couldn't comprehend what profound technique this could be. The Blank Paper Realm was also unable to break through it, indicating that this technique might be even above the Blank Paper Realm. Could it be that even he was sealed off?

Now that things had come to this point, Feng Yi had nothing more to say, "Then let's continue." With that, he instantly wrapped himself in a whirlwind battle stance.

Nangong Qi leapt up, her hand forming a seal, her movement swift as lightning, like a swallow in flight. Once again, she executed her external transcendent move, and on her orchid fingertips, tiny halos emerged, fluttering in the wind.

That move again, reminiscent of the Dunhuang murals of heavenly beings? Let's just call it Flying Heavenly for now. Feng Yi knew how powerful this technique was because the distances before his eyes might not be real. Just now, he had come face to face with Nangong Qi, caught unguarded, and, frustrated by helplessness, he had no choice but to sidestep quickly to create a safe distance.

The External Transcendent moved like a fleeting dream or illusion, a ghost shadow disappearing in an instant. Still sidestepping, Feng Yi suddenly realized this and stopped—looking around, where did she go?

Experience told him that this was Nangong Qi's spiritual domain, so anything that happened here was normal.

A slender jade finger almost touched Feng Yi's back but hesitated at the last moment, as if to give a hint, not wanting to startle him, and ultimately the finger didn't fall.

It took a full three seconds before Feng Yi let out a shout like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, jumping away with no semblance of dignity and stumbling several steps backward...

Damn! Had he been teased too? Now Feng Yi could more or less empathize with how the elder named Fali felt back then. Being scared like that could scare someone to death.

Nangong Qi covered her cherry lips to stifle a laugh, almost snickering aloud, while Feng Yi felt like he was being played, "You're not messing with me, are you?"

"Hehe, what's wrong with teasing you a little? Seeing you look so silly, I won't hold back next time."

"You little rascal, asking for a beating!" Feng Yi's anger surged, his ferocity flaring up. He leapt forward, launching at Nangong Qi like a tiger pouncing on its prey.

"Don't underestimate girls, you know."

Nangong Qi, light as a swallow, her eyes suddenly blazing with intensity, her graceful body moving like a spirited dancer against her flowing skirt, spun several times moving to the side of Feng Yi with speed even faster than his. Then she struck his vulnerable spot with the palm of her hand.

Feng Yi responded with a swift punch, bringing up gusts of wind with his strength.

In a head-on collision, Nangong Qi was no match for Feng Yi's strength. Fighting was not about raw power like it is for men. Watching as her boneless arm avoided the direct punch like a nimble snake, her attack not diminishing, she flicked her middle finger, hitting Feng Yi's elbow precisely, and instantly slapped her hand down on an unknown acupoint around his waist.

Feng Yi cried out in pain, 'ouch.' She was a nimble little thing, her fingertip briefly brushing his numbed arm—a sensation that wasn't painful, but still quite uncomfortable, unlike the clarity of a direct hit. The same went for his waist, it didn't seem to break through his defense, but it felt oddly off.

Nangong Qi's movements continued to follow through, her fingertips smooth and flowing as if gently touching, her five fingers constantly soothing Feng Yi's skin. Even the slightest hint of cold killing intent was hidden behind her tender caresses, only the fluttering spirit in the snow swayed incessantly...

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