60: Chapter 30: Father’s First Appointment_3 60: Chapter 30: Father’s First Appointment_3 Qing Su’s eyes brightened.
Naturally, she recognized that Li Ping’an was using Wanyun Sect’s Immortal Technique “Zongyun Huanxing.” This technique was extremely difficult to comprehend; at its highest level, one could use fog to deploy three thousand clones.
At this moment, Li Ping’an’s true body was hidden among these five illusions.
With a spear shadow attacking from behind, Qing Su leapt up to dodge;
The five ‘Li Ping’ans’ rushed forward to attack, grasping the long spear and pursuing Qing Su.
The spear styles—smashing, stabbing, lifting, and cutting—each followed different trajectories.
Qing Su flipped and twisted her body, using just one hand to hold the spear, she pushed away all the incoming illusions.
With her left hand, she daintily traced in the air, and dozens of cloud-based script characters flew left and right, bursting the five illusions into clusters of fog with several loud ‘bangs.’
Instead of dispersing, the fog began to envelop Qing Su from all sides.
Instinctively, Qing Su wanted to wave away the fog;
But then she remembered she was sparring with her disciple.
When she waved her hand, she only used a sliver of strength, perfectly simulating the power of a mid-level Void Refinement Realm Qi Cultivator.
The fog churned and multiplied, and Li Ping’an’s voice came from all around:
“Master, you sealed your own perception, so you missed my real position.
Master, I’m about to strike.”
Qing Su tilted her head slightly upward, her eyes showing a hint of expectation, and she added, “I won’t hurt you.”
Whoosh, whoosh whoosh whoosh!
The roaring sounds filled the woods as spears from all directions targeted Qing Su!
Qing Su’s gaze darted left and right, and with her cloud spear, she danced wildly, repelling each and every incoming spear shadow.
After exploding, these spear shadows turned into new clouds of fog; the mist around Qing Su grew thicker, and the sound of the spear’s howls became more piercing, with not even a glimpse of Li Ping’an’s whereabouts.
Each clash between the cloud spear and the spear shadows shook the forests for hundreds of feet around;
The unsealed spear shadows, when smashing into the forest, often blasted up billows of dust and debris.
The master and disciple had only briefly engaged in magical combat, yet a forest was quickly being leveled by their duel.
If someone were watching from outside, they’d see eight ‘Li Ping’ans,’ moving with mysterious footsteps through the fog, swinging the long spear to produce a constant stream of spear shadows, continually pressing Qing Su at the center of the fog.
At this moment, Qing Su felt somewhat reflective.
knew an array of techniques.
Formations, movement techniques, Immortal Techniques—all were integrated in his hands;
With such unpredictable spear formations, a genuine Void Refinement Realm Qi Cultivator would have great difficulty responding.
“You’re wasting too much mana, and there are many flaws.”
Qing Su spoke softly, then flashed to the edge of the fog, facing one of the ‘Li Ping’ans’ eye to eye, before slapping out with her palm.
The fog-formed illusion exploded, and a streak of blue light flew out, reverting to Li Ping’an’s true form.
Li Ping’an staggered back several steps holding his chest, then felt his master’s palm strike had been incredibly gentle; as the force entered his chest, it spread throughout his body in an instant, making him feel quite comfortable.
Li Ping’an gave a serious bow: “Master, please instruct me.”
“I cannot advise you on this spear formation,”
Qing Su thought for a moment:
“Disciple, your technique is chaotic yet fuses together.
However, it consumes too much mana, not suited for prolonged battles.
“What I can teach you now is how to engage in long fights with an enemy and how to concentrate your mana to a single point.
“You shouldn’t belittle yourself; to break your spear formation, I had to use mana akin to that of a Merge True realm disciple.”
Li Ping’an said with a smile, “Master, I still have other magical combat tactics to display, shall I continue?”
Qing Su waved her hand at Li Ping’an with interest: “Come.”
“I hope you won’t take offense, disciple!”
Li Ping’an swallowed an Elixir Pill, adjusting himself to peak condition.
Having a Heavenly Immortal as a sparring partner was a fortune he wouldn’t have dared to dream of before.
The master and disciple engaged once more in magical combat, and the flora in the vicinity was far from the end of its tribulations.
On a white cloud outside the mountain,
Li Dazhi sighed deeply, his face heavy with worry and a bitter smile, carefully considering what words to use when he spoke.