"Haah~"
It was noon.
At this moment, Fang Que finally crawled out of bed.
The room Fang Que had chosen was one with poor lighting.
Even at noon, the room remained dim and gloomy.
Fang Que liked this somber atmosphere.
She yawned, casually grabbed the robe at the foot of the bed, draped it over herself, and tied it loosely.
Her long white hair, having been slept on all night, was a mess.
However, there was no oil or dandruff in her hair.
On the contrary, it was exceptionally clean and smooth.
At Fang Que's level of cultivation, her body no longer produced any impurities.
Even if she were to go into seclusion for thousands of years, her hair and body would remain spotless.
She no longer needed to eat or use the bathroom.
Fang Que casually ran her fingers through her hair a few times and then stepped off the bed barefoot.
She didn’t like wearing shoes; she found it more comfortable to walk barefoot.
Of course, Fang Que wouldn’t let her feet touch the ground directly.
Instead, her feet floated about 1cm above the floor.
Since they didn’t make contact with the ground, her feet remained soft and smooth, without any roughness.
Floating 1cm above the ground, Fang Que walked to the door and opened it.
*Creeeak~*
The door swung open.
The blazing midday sun immediately flooded in with intense light.
Fang Que instinctively raised her hand to shield her eyes, but then she remembered her high level of cultivation made her immune to the harsh light, so she lowered her hand.
She looked outside.
In the courtyard, Ye Wangchuan was sitting on a chair, leisurely sipping tea while a servant fanned him.
Li Luo, on the other hand, was in the center of the yard, wildly swinging a wooden stick.
In the corner of the courtyard, there was a bed with a broken leg.
*Thud!*
The next moment, Li Luo accidentally hit himself in the head with the stick.
"Ouch—" Li Luo crouched down, clutching his head.
"Tsk tsk, you can’t even handle a stick, and you want to use a spear?" Ye Wangchuan chuckled.
"Ye Wangchuan, are you messing with me? Do I look like someone who’s suited for a spear?!" Li Luo grumbled.
"Well, I can’t help it. I only know spear techniques. You’ll have to ask Master Fang Que to teach you something else. She’s already here," Ye Wangchuan said, glancing toward Fang Que, who was standing at the entrance of the courtyard.
"Mhm."
Fang Que nodded lazily and walked over.
"I’ll spend twenty minutes teaching you some basics today, and that’ll be it. We’ll continue tomorrow."
As soon as Fang Que said this,
Ye Wangchuan and Li Luo’s mouths twitched.
She wakes up at noon, teaches for only twenty minutes, and then calls it a day?
This is just too laid-back…
Just as Fang Que was about to start teaching,
she suddenly sensed the auras of Ye Wangchuan and Li Luo and asked in confusion,
"Huh? What’s going on with you two?"
"Yesterday, you were at the mid-stage of the first realm and a mortal, but today you’re at the late-stage of the first realm and the early-stage of the first realm?"
Fang Que looked puzzled, then glanced at the bed with the broken leg in the corner.
Suddenly, she realized something and said, "Did you two dual cultivate last night? The results are so good, count me in next time."
Ye Wangchuan: "No."
Li Luo: "Absolutely not! And that’s not something you can just join in on, okay?!"
Fang Que waved her hand and got back to the main topic.
"Let me briefly explain the techniques of the Sparrow Sect. Ye Wangchuan, come here."
"Huh?"
Ye Wangchuan walked over to Fang Que, confused.
The next moment, a wooden table flew over and positioned itself between Fang Que and Ye Wangchuan.
Fang Que placed her right arm on the table and said to Ye Wangchuan,
"Here, arm wrestle me."
"Uh, okay."
Though he didn’t understand why, Ye Wangchuan complied.
A large, rough hand clasped a small, delicate one.
"3, 2, 1."
At Fang Que’s countdown, Ye Wangchuan suddenly exerted his strength!
But then, a force enveloped Fang Que’s arm from all sides, pressing Ye Wangchuan’s arm down onto the table.
"!!!"
*Thud!*
The next second, Ye Wangchuan was easily defeated.
Neither Ye Wangchuan nor Li Luo were surprised by this outcome.
After all, Fang Que was a powerhouse who had claimed a 100,000-meter spirit mountain.
Without some serious strength, her mountain would have been taken long ago, and she might have been taken along with it.
Fang Que continued, asking Ye Wangchuan,
"Did you notice anything unusual during the arm wrestling?"
"Yeah, I didn’t lose because of the strength in your arm, but because a force wrapped around your arm and pressed mine down onto the table."
Ye Wangchuan described what he had felt.
"Exactly. Now, let’s arm wrestle again."
As she spoke, Fang Que willed a golden rope to appear from her spatial ring.
She wrapped the golden rope around her right arm a few times,
then clasped Ye Wangchuan’s hand again and said,
"3, 2, 1."
This time, Ye Wangchuan exerted his full strength once more.
*Thud!*
This time, he easily defeated Fang Que.
He didn’t even feel any resistance.
It was like…
arm wrestling a child.
Ye Wangchuan asked in confusion,
"Master Fang Que, is your physical strength… not that great?"
"That’s right. My physical strength is so weak that I can barely lift something weighing thirty pounds."
Fang Que said nonchalantly as she removed the golden rope from her arm.
"This rope is called the Immortal Binding Rope. Any part of the body bound by it loses the ability to actively control spiritual energy."
"That’s why, with the rope wrapped around my arm, I couldn’t defeat you in arm wrestling."
"If my entire body were bound by it, I’d probably be at someone’s mercy."
Fang Que said, preparing to put the Immortal Binding Rope away.
At that moment, Ye Wangchuan suddenly leaned in and said,
"Master Fang Que, can I borrow this for a while?"
The Immortal Binding Rope was indeed a rare item.
It was said that one had to slay a celestial dragon, extract its sinew, and use it to craft the rope.
Celestial dragons weren’t easy to kill.
Not because they were too powerful for anyone to defeat,
but because Ye Zhentian had already slain nine celestial dragons that had descended to the mortal realm!
Since then, no celestial dragon dared to descend to the mortal world after ascending to immortality.
They were all afraid of being killed by Ye Zhentian and having their sinews extracted.
With only nine of these ropes in existence in the mortal realm, it was no wonder they were so rare.
Ye Wangchuan stared intently at Fang Que.
He was already prepared.
If Fang Que refused to lend him the rope, he would offer her a Marrow Cleansing Fruit in exchange.
The Marrow Cleansing Fruit was also a rare item, and it should be enough to…
"Huh? You want it? Then I’ll just give it to you. Consider it a thank-you gift for letting me stay at Longevity Palace."
Fang Que said casually, placing the Immortal Binding Rope in Ye Wangchuan’s hand.
Ye Wangchuan: "?"
Li Luo: "?"
Li Luo was also stunned.
Just now, she had searched for the Immortal Binding Rope in her system’s marketplace.
And there it was.
Unfortunately…
[Immortal Binding Rope]: ??? Villain Emotion Points / 1 Rope
Way too expensive!
But why would she just give something so valuable to Ye Wangchuan?!
At that moment,
Ye Wangchuan looked at the Immortal Binding Rope in his hand, dumbfounded.
Wait, is this master really this generous?
With just a little effort, I’ve gotten more out of her than I have from Li Luo in days!
Great.
I’ll have to keep milking this white-haired loli master for more!
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