“Phew~”
Luo Huan collapsed onto the bed, her face slightly flushed as she panted heavily.
The pressure from the whole day vanished in an instant, and her whole body felt like a lump of cat paste.
“No good, wine and lust harm the body, from today on! No more drinking!”
Luo Huan, who never drank alcohol, muttered drowsily.
Then her intellect returned to its usual high ground.
“So boring.”
She recalled everything that had happened today.
After confirming her background, Lu Jin immediately brought out the 《Reverse Life Triple》, and Lu Linglong very considerately tidied up a room for her.
Dinner had also been very delicious.
Everything unfolded just as she had hoped, smooth like Dove chocolate.
It was just a bit too boring.
Not a hint of surprise or unexpectedness.
“Whatever, let’s first check if anything changed in my body.”
After receiving that gift from Pirate Luo Huan’s thigh, she hadn’t had the chance to properly examine it yet!
So, having just explored her body, Luo Huan now began a deeper examination.
Her consciousness sank into her body—bones, skin, meridians, blood, and the circulation of innate qi, everything inside her entered her perception.
This was a technique of internal observation she had developed, and after the fusion of the three souls.
Everything inside her body became clearer, and what she could previously only sense in parts, she could now perceive all at once.
In an instant, Luo Huan fully grasped the cyclical pattern of the innate qi’s circulation within her body.
Everything was under control.jpg
“Did it transform into an innate superpower? This Devil Fruit is amazing!”
Luo Huan discovered a completely new path of qi flow within her body that did not interfere with her own operations.
As long as she willed it—
The structure of her body changed ever so slightly.
At the same time, two cat ears popped up on Luo Huan’s head, and from the second-to-last vertebra in her tailbone, nine black tails extended.
All of them were body parts made purely from qi.
At the same time, Luo Huan felt her body brimming with strength.
I need more pǎowǎ! (chairs)
“Wuh! F*ck!”
A ball of blue demonic fire suddenly appeared in front of her in response to her will,
Nearly setting the blanket on fire!
Startled, Luo Huan flipped the blanket aside, turned mid-air, and landed steadily on the ground!
But because of her instinctive overreaction, her heel accidentally hit the back of her head.
It hurt a little now.
But Luo Huan wasn’t paying attention to that at all—she was stunned by her own movements!
“This balance and flexibility are maxed out!”
One had to know, even though she was still young and her bones hadn’t fully hardened, and her flexibility was alright,
She was still the type who’d yell loudly trying to do a split.
But now, Luo Huan felt like she could do a full set of ancient yoga without any strain.
“And this too!”
As Luo Huan opened her palm, a ball of blue flame appeared out of thin air.
Following her thoughts, it split into several sparks in the air, then recombined and transformed in shape.
“Is it a variant of Heartfire? But isn’t this temperature too low?”
After playing with it for a bit, Luo Huan realized the flame had been significantly weakened.
In a small state, it could barely light a cigarette.
Even fully concentrated, its maximum temperature only reached about three to four hundred degrees. Even when infused with qi, the conversion ratio was very low.
She figured if she poured all her current qi into it, it would only burst briefly into a bit over a thousand degrees.
What could she even do with that?
Grill some meat?
“I wonder if it has any special attack effects.”
Seeing the power of the flame, Luo Huan no longer held any expectations for its special effects.
But since it was Heartfire, shouldn't it have the ability to cling to qi and burn? Like those bubble-blowing tricks from the Tang Sect.
Luo Huan let her thoughts wander.
"Then this tail... should I maybe try dying and see what happens?"
After tugging at her black qi-formed tail, a strange idea suddenly popped into her mind.
But she quickly dismissed it—dying like that would be too boring, and besides, she might not even survive.
"But is this just for decoration? No effect at all?"
She tugged at the cat ears on her head and found they were completely useless except for twitching up or drooping down based on her mood.
They didn’t even help her hear better!
They were purely decorative!
As a practical person, Luo Huan was extremely displeased.
"Oh, so they can be turned off."
With a sudden inspiration, all the qi-formed organs extending from her body vanished.
Surprisingly smart.
A bit of a shame—or no, interesting.
It was definitely not because she originally wanted to go out wearing cat ears.
"I feel terrifyingly strong right now!"
Luo Huan said nothing, only felt an itch in her hands.
So where could she find a suitable practice partner?
"Linglong~ Have you bathed yet?"
…
In the courtyard, the bright moon hung high—it was a perfect time for moon gazing and leisure.
But under the moonlight, two tufts of pink hair were gearing up for battle.
"Quanzhen's Lu Linglong, please give me your guidance."
Lu Linglong’s clear voice rang out.
She clasped her fists in a respectful salute, then lowered her stance and adopted a high-low opening pose.
A classic posture that could attack or defend, and the rock-solid foundation beneath her proved her solid fundamentals.
The evening breeze fluttered through her still slightly damp pink hair, and her usually playful face now showed a sharp and focused expression.
She looked full of heroic spirit.
Yes, Lu Linglong had just finished bathing, but upon hearing Luo Huan’s invitation to spar, she agreed without hesitation.
Practitioners of martial arts and qi cultivation were supposed to remain calm and value the tempering of life—especially so with the Quanzhen alchemical arts she practiced.
But how many could truly resist the thrill of testing strength and skill through combat?
Not to mention Lu Linglong was a natural born of the Lu Family’s tradition—how could she turn down the chance for a proper match?
“Uh… rogue cultivator Luo Huan, please give me your guidance.”
Seeing this, Luo Huan also struck a stance—half-squatting, with one arm high and one low.
Hmm, almost like the Tai Chi pose she learned in university.
A slight backward step made her already unstable form even more disordered.
Meanwhile, three figures had appeared at some point, watching from the side.
“Her stance is unstable—just an empty frame. Looks like little Luo Huan has never trained.”
Lu Jin put down his teacup, glanced over, and shook his head slightly.
Having lived so long, he had seen it all, and could instantly tell that Luo Huan had never endured the painful bone-honing or the lower-body tempering—she was clearly a self-taught amateur.
But remembering that Luo Huan never had the time or resources to train properly, he withdrew the judgment from his mind.
His son, Lu Xin, reached out to refill Lu Jin’s teacup.
Lu Lin, standing beside them, straightened up, watching with curiosity.
He was quite intrigued by this girl who had arrived today.
Intense audience watching in progress.