Lang Qing walked dejectedly along the tree-lined path, tears of frustration streaming down his face.
He, Lang Qing, the young master of Floating Dream Pavilion, a prodigy among the younger generation, a notorious heart-igniter, had fallen to such a state, being toyed with by a man.
What was even harder for him to accept was that, for a man, he had personally slain his own father.
The seed of hatred took root and sprouted in his heart.
Lang Qing gritted his teeth, wishing he could tear "Ji Mo" to pieces.
This enmity was irreconcilable; he vowed to make Ji Mo pay a hundredfold for such humiliation.
However, now, Lang Qihong was dead, Floating Dream Pavilion had lost its backbone and its strongest fighter, and was no match for the Wind Flower Snow Moon Cult.
Revenge was almost an impossibility.
The more Lang Qing thought about it, the more unwilling he became. His heart filled with indignation, he roared to the heavens, "Whoever can help me avenge this wrong, I, Lang Qing, am willing to pay any price."
And at that very moment.
Space distorted, and auspicious light flickered, as a figure appeared before Lang Qing without any prelude.
It was an old woman with a youthful countenance, but dressed in extremely gaudy clothes, heavily made up, with cloudy eyes that scrutinized Lang Qing from head to toe, a smile slowly curving her lips.
Lang Qing was instantly stunned.
Was this the art of instantaneous movement or spatial teleportation?
This old woman… this elder had just appeared before him so abruptly.
Her strength was unfathomable!
He wiped away his tears, his gaze instantly becoming ardent. Had heaven heard his prayer, making his wish come true?
Indeed.
The old woman spoke faintly, "What revenge do you seek? I can help you."
Upon hearing this, Lang Qing was so excited he almost jumped. He quickly recounted his grievances, his face contorted with ferocity, saying, "Senior, can you kill that scoundrel Ji Mo and flatten the Wind Flower Snow Moon Cult?"
The old woman shook her head slightly.
Lang Qing was immediately filled with immense disappointment. He had thought he had encountered an otherworldly master and that revenge was within reach, only to find that this old woman seemed unwilling to move against the Wind Flower Snow Moon Cult, making him happy for nothing.
However, the old woman's next words reignited his hope.
"Revenge, of course, is most satisfying when taken personally, especially when you twist the enemy's head off alive and tear his body to shreds. That kind of pleasure is the most stimulating."
The old woman stared at Lang Qing and continued, "I will not take revenge for you personally. They are mere ants, not worth my effort, it would be beneath me. I will bestow upon you the power for revenge. In just thirty years, you will not only have the strength to easily slay your enemies, but you can even walk sideways in the Immortal Spirit Realm. However, there is no free lunch in this world."
"What do you want, Senior? Are you planning to take me as a disciple?"
Lang Qing was wary.
From her words, he could tell that the person before him was no ordinary individual, definitely someone who devoured people without spitting out bones.
Moreover, the promise she made was too extravagant.
To walk sideways in the Immortal Spirit Realm, one would need the peak or even the Great Perfection cultivation of the Immortal God realm.
Even those heavenly prodigies would have to cultivate diligently for thousands of years to reach such a realm.
Yet, this old woman boasted that it would only take thirty years, making it difficult for Lang Qing to believe.
"Not so."
The old woman licked her lips with her tongue, revealing a deeply meaningful smile, and raised an eyebrow at Lang Qing, "You… are wonderful!"
Lang Qing's entire body chilled instantly. He was very familiar with this demeanor and smile; he often made such lewd smiles when encountering attractive women.
At this moment, Lang Qing's mind raced.
His father, Lang Qihong, to build his empire, had taken shortcuts and engaged in much "soft rice" eating, which was how he had established the vast enterprise of Floating Dream Pavilion.
For revenge, must he also follow in his father's footsteps and "eat soft rice" forcefully?
But upon seeing the old woman's appearance, his stomach churned with nausea.
"May I ask who you are, Senior? From which Heaven's Gate?"
Lang Qing inquired about her origins, to see if she was a renowned figure.
The Immortal Spirit Realm was divided into thirteen states and nine Heaven's Gates. Those powerful figures who had entered the Immortal God realm would typically cultivate within the Heaven's Gates, comprehending the profound mysteries of heaven and earth, and seeking methods to ignite their divine fire and ascend to godhood.
Given the strength the old woman had displayed, she was undoubtedly a powerful figure in the Immortal God realm, and one of the top-tier ones at that, otherwise, her attitude would not be so arrogant.
"The word 'divine' is indeed fitting, but as for which Heaven's Gate? Heh, your perspective is still too narrow."
The old woman sneered, and then her entire aura changed.
Her entire being suddenly became indistinct, divine energy emanated from her, and over ten laws intertwined. The surrounding void twisted, and the flowers, plants, and trees within a radius instantly turned to dust.
Even a mere leakage of her aura possessed such terrifying might, her identity was self-evident.
A God!
Lang Qing was so terrified that he prostrated himself on the ground, a mixture of shock and joy.
He had actually encountered a divine being, and one who had taken an interest in him.
No wonder her words were so bold; she truly possessed the strength and confidence.
And the so-called thirty years should refer to the thirty years he would have to "sell himself for glory."
As long as he sacrificed his appearance, he could achieve what he desired.
So, should he "eat soft rice"?
"I am usually generous. If you perform well, perhaps I will be pleased, and in twenty years, or even ten, you can achieve your goal. I might even bestow upon you greater fortune."
The old woman revealed a cunning smile, confident that the other party would take the bait.
As expected, Lang Qing seemed to have forgotten his father Lang Qihong's dying words. He nodded his head, ultimately choosing the well-trodden path of "eating soft rice."
Sacrificing only thirty years to reach a height that most beings could not achieve in their entire lives was simply too difficult for him to refuse.
Moreover, Lang Qing had his own ulterior motives. With his skills as a heart-igniter, wouldn't it be easy to serve a lonely old woman?
If he could completely win over this old woman, the benefits he would gain would be beyond imagination.
"Very good, I like sensible young men."
The old woman waved her hand, directly pulling Lang Qing into her embrace, pinching his fair, beardless face, and making "tsk tsk tsk" sounds.
Spatial power surged, a ball of white light flashed, and the two disappeared from their original positions.
Xuan Yang never imagined that he would inexplicably bring a great trouble to the Wind Flower Snow Moon Cult.
Meanwhile, Ji Mo, who had been swallowed by the black hole, was swept into a vortex of time and space.
He was naturally unharmed. His powerful physique resisted the erosion of spacetime forces, but his clothes could not withstand it and turned to ashes.
"Truly a freak, to be fine after all this."
The system's voice sounded, clearly, Ji Mo's performance exceeded its expectations.
It was known that Ji Mo's current body evolution was only 40%, yet he could already fearlessly face spacetime forces. His future growth, therefore, was truly immeasurable.
As expected of a variable, even it could not comprehend him.
"Hmm, it seems I've encountered an interesting place. Let's give this simpleton some benefits."
The system discovered a special node in the spacetime turbulence and directly shattered space, bringing Ji Hanhan out.