Wei Qingqing was startled.
Why was there someone in the sky?
She just wanted to remind the person next to her, but saw that the person in the air had already fallen on the water surface.
This person descended from the high sky, as if carrying an enormous force. After hitting the water, the surrounding hundred meters instantly erupted, terrifying water waves accompanied by ripples spreading everywhere.
Even though everyone was several kilometers away, they could not help but feel a sense of ear pain and tremor.
"Qin Wenwu, it’s been thirty years since we last met. You still like making a grand entrance."
When the other party landed, he was still several kilometers away, but as soon as he finished speaking, he was already within a hundred meters.
Walking on air, stepping on water, such methods even in films would be the entrance of a master.
Wei Qingqing and the others stared wide-eyed.
They saw this person wearing a Daoist robe, holding a whisk, walking with the whisk seemingly supported by wind.
Although he was walking on the water, there wasn’t a single drop of water on his body.
Such an immortal and free person, truly astonishing.
"This..."
Everyone was dumbfounded.
Even Qian Mingxing, who always had doubts, couldn’t help but change his expression.
No matter how much the old gentleman said, words could never be as shocking as the scene itself.
Moreover, an ordinary scene could not be as shocking as this moment.
The person walking on the water almost shattered Qian Mingxing’s worldview.
"Ming Zhengyi, founder of the Yin-Yang Dao of Tai Chi, master of the Death Gate Realm."
The old man from Celestial Sword White Cloud Peak stared intently at the newcomer, especially at the Yin-Yang Daoist Robe he was wearing, which caused the old man to feel a deep pain.
Celestial Sword White Cloud Peak had rarely had gifted disciples since him.
Thirty years had passed, and apart from him barely returning to peak cultivation, none of his disciples managed to break through the peak.
If he died, Celestial Sword White Cloud Peak would have no more heritage.
"Ming Zhengyi, instead of resting and healing, what trouble are you up to?"
On the lone boat, the old man spoke indifferently but did not get up to greet him.
It was as if, to him, a person of the Death Gate cultivation was still just an ordinary person, unable to catch his interest.
The man stood silently on the water, staring at Qin Wenwu.
"Thirty years ago, I couldn’t fight with you, and it has haunted me ever since. I didn’t expect that after you returned to Dragon Country, I could not even defeat your disciple. How can I be content?"
Ming Zhengyi flicked his whisk, causing a water spiral to lift him three meters high.
His momentum was like a rainbow, yet still did not attract the other party’s attention.
"Charlie Chan may be my disciple, but he has been occupied with mundane matters for years. After accepting him as a disciple, I only taught him three times. So he is not my true successor, just a registered disciple."
The old man spoke coldly.
Upon hearing this, Ming Zhengyi laughed furiously.
"Qin Wenwu, you are still as venomous, not giving me any face."
"Although we are both in the Death Gate Realm, I cannot see your depth. Besides the master from a hundred years ago, there is probably no one in the world who could be your match."
Ming Zhengyi spoke coldly.
One hundred years ago?
Qin Wenwu’s fishing rod gently shook, rippling the water, and a fish fell into his jar.
"One hundred years ago, I lost to that person by a single move. After I kill Lin Beichen and avenge Longhua Mountain, I will search the world for that person to have another match."
The conversation between the two masters of the time, though heard by all, left no one daring to interrupt.
Especially Qian Mingxing and others, who felt extremely shocked.
Ming Zhengyi stepping on water, taking thousands of steps in mid-air, was beyond the scope of filming a movie.
Otherwise, to film a movie, making a thousand-meter diameter area around Water Island the stage would be too big a gesture?
Such an investment was not just achieved by spending money.
Could all this really be true?
But if it were true, it would mean there really are immortals in the world?
If all this was true, then the old man named Qin Wenwu undoubtedly transcended.
His cultivation was so formidable, then what kind of existence was Lin Beichen who battled against him?
Qian Mingxing couldn’t help but feel excited.
No matter if this duel was true or false, he wanted to see what happened next.
Meanwhile, another main character had already been in the ward for two days and nights.
Zhao Yixia stood outside the ICU ward, extremely anxious.
Lin Beichen had been inside for two days, Zhao Weinan had she recovered?
Lin Beichen said that after three days, he would take Qin Wenwu’s head. Now two days had passed, would he make it?
In the ward.
Contrary to Qin Wenwu’s expectations, the room was brimming with life and vitality.
On Zhao Weinan’s sickbed, surrounded by hundreds of fresh flowers, countless spiritual lights gathered on Qin Wenwu, transforming her into the Hundred Flowers Fairy.
The walls and window sills of the ward were covered in lush green plants.
A spiritual light circled on Zhao Weinan’s forehead, having persisted for two days and nights.
Zhao Weinan’s body was continuously reconstructed and revitalized by the spiritual light, during which Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi poured in without restraint, maintaining the existence of the spiritual light.
With a bang.
The spiritual light finally dissipated, and the girl on the sickbed had also been reborn.
The once emaciated girl, looking like an eighty-year-old woman, now restored to her original appearance.
The girl on the bed, surrounded by spiritual light, with long green hair full of vitality, exuded a spirit like an elf.
Upon hearing a sound by her ear, Zhao Weinan slowly opened her eyes and said in bewilderment:
"Am I healed?"
In these three days, she should normally be very tired, but for some reason, she felt very awake.
The man in front of the sickbed had healed her for two days and nights, so she had been watching him for two days and nights.
"Didn’t I say? You would definitely be okay!"
Lin Beichen said indifferently, casually conjuring a mirror.
On the mirror’s surface, wrapped in a layer of frost, gleamed a strand of Ice Qi that he had taken from Qin Wenwu.
The mirror reflected a nearly perfect girl.
Zhao Weinan, reached out her hand, looked at her smooth skin, her eyes dazed.
"Is this really me?"
She said incredulously.
The girl in the mirror was so lively, as if she had walked out from the Immortal Realm.
Before, Zhao Weinan had always been confident in her appearance, but even with such confidence, she still had times of anxiety.
Appearance anxiety was common.
The more one loved beauty, the more she cared about her looks, and the more she wanted to change her flaws.
But now, Zhao Weinan felt she was perfect, no matter the angle, she was exceedingly perfect.
Zhao Weinan was still an ordinary person, not transformed into a Spiritual Energy Body.
Though a Spiritual Energy Body would be good, it also required corresponding cultivation methods.
Lin Beichen had experienced the cultivation of withered and blooming body, changing his attitude towards cultivation.
There were many benefits to cultivation, but also extremely dangerous, he nearly couldn’t endure it, let alone others.
Although he didn’t give Zhao Weinan a Spiritual Energy Body, he healed her internal injuries.
If Zhao Weinan cultivated at this moment, her speed would surpass Zhao Wuxing.
Zhao Wuxing was already a standout in the family clan, but in comparison to Zhao Weinan’s talent, he couldn’t compete.
Appearance adjustment was just incidental.
Zhao Weinan’s affections might be misplaced, but the feelings were genuine.
Lin Beichen wouldn’t respond to her affections, but he couldn’t be completely heartless either.
This body was his gift to Zhao Weinan, as compensation.
Lin Beichen’s hand flickered with spiritual light, coalescing a strand of Ice Qi.
This was Qin Wenwu’s Frost Qi.
Two days ago, he took it out from Zhao Weinan, but did not dispel it.
Qin Wenwu.
Lin Beichen silently pondered, a thread of killing intent gathered in his heart.
Qin Wenwu’s cultivation had surpassed the Death Gate concept.
The person mastered a strange aura, though not spiritual energy, it possessed the undifferentiated properties of spiritual energy, as a simplified version of spiritual energy.