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Chapter 485: Chapter 485: Qu Feiyan’s Ideal

A flash of moon-like silver sword light appeared and vanished, and those disciples from the Songshan sect lay scattered on the ground.

Li Mochou stood by the cliff, her face stern, sword in hand. She looked like a fairy descended from the Moon Palace, radiating a cool, detached aura.

Even Qu Feiyan, a woman herself, was a little stunned. Her round eyes widened, and she mumbled, "Wow, is my master really the Moon Palace Fairy?"

"No, I don’t make mooncakes."

Li Mochou’s voice echoed softly from behind her, making Qu Feiyan jump. After a moment of stunned silence, she looked towards the cliff face with disbelief, then turned her gaze back. "Master, what kind of skill is this? How do you just appear and disappear?"

Young Qu Feiyan didn’t understand much about martial arts in the jianghu, but she at least had common sense. Lightness skills, known as Qinggong, could indeed allow someone to break limits.

For instance, they could leap several feet on flat ground or move faster than a galloping horse for short periods. But she had never heard of martial arts reaching the level of instant teleportation.

Was this martial arts or immortal magic?

"It’s as you suspect, this isn’t martial arts," Li Mochou said calmly, having clearly read her thoughts. "It’s called Shunpo."

"Shun...po?" Qu Feiyan blinked, her expression confused.

"It’s a high-speed movement achieved by using immense explosive internal energy as fuel," Li Mochou explained, trying to use scientific language to clarify. "Rather than martial arts, it’s more of a special type of skill."

Qu Feiyan became even more confused. She didn’t really understand the concept of "skill."

But it didn’t matter much to her. She wasn’t really interested in that stuff. Her thought was simple and direct. "Can I learn it?"

The main reason the young girl wanted to become her disciple was to become invincible, so whether she could learn it was the first thing she needed to consider.

"Yes." Fortunately, her fairy master gave an affirmative reply. "With your talent, if you practice the Nine Yang Divine Skill I teach you for a hundred or eighty years, you might barely touch the threshold."

What? What did she just say?

Qu Feiyan was completely stunned, her face filled with shock. "A hundred or eighty years? And that’s just touching the threshold?"

"I’m not lying to you; I’m telling you the truth." With that, Li Mochou turned and started walking towards the peak of Mount Heng.

Now that she had killed all those Songshan disciples, the safety of Liu Zhengfeng’s family was no longer a concern, so there was no need to rush.

There were at least seven or eight more hours until the Golden Basin Hand-Washing ceremony. She planned to use this time to enjoy the beautiful scenery of Mount Heng. To see the sights, one naturally had to go to the summit.

Qu Feiyan, following behind her, remained frozen for a long moment before gradually recovering. She hurried to catch up with her small legs. "Fairy Master, a hundred or eighty years is too long! Can you shorten it a bit? At least to twenty years... even thirty years would be good!"

"Are you here to bargain like you’re at a vegetable market?" Li Mochou raised an eyebrow and retorted without hesitation.

"But my prime youth and years, I can’t just let them be wasted like this?" Qu Feiyan was visibly distressed. "Even if I am invincible then, what’s the point? I might even break my teeth trying to gnaw on a bone..."

"Then don’t gnaw on bones. Drink plenty of congee."

"Pfft! I don’t want to drink congee, it’s too bland! I want to be invincible when I can still eat meat and drink wine! Fairy Master, please help me!"

"I can help you fall asleep. In your dreams, you can have everything. Not only can you drink wine, eat meat, and be invincible, but you can also marry a handsome young husband."

"Fairy Master, that’s not very fairy-like! It’s so common! Why do I have to marry a handsome young husband? Can’t I take in a few handsome young husbands to serve me? I’m invincible by then, who can stop me?"

Li Mochou was silent for a moment, then looked at her meaningfully. "Very ambitious. I support you." She then turned and sent their conversation into the group chat.

Doujin Artist: Good heavens, I’m gobsmacked! Sister Mochou, your little apprentice is amazing!

Curly-haired Guy: Not old, but has big ambitions. Several young husbands... can this little girl handle it?

Lin Fengjiao: I believe this is just childish talk. She might not yet understand what a husband means to her.

Lazy Kitten: She definitely doesn’t understand. She’s from ancient times, after all. People her age in ancient times had limited knowledge. They usually knew what happened but not why.

Foul-Mouthed Mask Guy: I agree with that. Little Feiyan is certainly not comparable to us female DJs here, who have already started overtaking others at a young age. This is the power of the information age, a truly awe-inspiring power.

Doujin Artist: Why do I feel like you’re insulting someone here? Who are you calling a female DJ?

Curly-haired Guy: Hmph, this doesn’t even need explaining, does it? Just look at the usernames, and it’s all clear. Hey! When it comes to DJs, who has more seniority than Ms. Kashiwagi Eiri?

Doujin Artist: Shut up, you scoundrel! Do you want me to kick you to death, believe it or not?

Curly-haired Guy: Come on, I welcome the kick! (Expression: Smiling)

Doujin Artist: You damn fool, you’re good for nothing but being a nuisance and a jerk. You’re a waste of the farmers’ grain you eat. Go die! Smash your head against a wall, quickly!

Curly-haired Guy: You’ve lost it, you’ve lost it... Ms. Kashiwagi Eiri has lost it. But too bad, Gin-san just won’t die! Aren’t you mad? You deserve it!

Amegakure Village’s Angel: You two, when will you ever have just one peaceful day?

This is an Actor: Don’t even think about it. This is highly unlikely.

At least Gerard doesn’t think it’s possible. These two are like born enemies. Ever since he joined the group, they’ve disliked each other. If this were a romantic slice-of-life story, they might even be paired up as a bickering couple!

But this is reality.

Reality can’t be as absurd and illogical as a romantic slice-of-life novel. Their intense hatred for each other, enough to figuratively fight to the death, will never turn into sweet daily moments.

Sighing, Gerard, sitting in the teachers’ office, picked up the Daily Prophet that had just arrived.

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