Cultivation Simulator: Starting From The Empress' Palace

”Little Jiu, remember to show restraint, don’t make it impossible for him to participate in the Daoist Alliance’s assessment,” Zuoqiu Yiren said to Little Jiu.

”Don’t worry, I know the limits,” Little Jiu cracked her knuckles, the sound echoing, and from that cold gaze, it seemed like Lan Chengting was in for some trouble.

Upon hearing Zuoqiu Yiren’s words.

The disciples of Zhengyi Sect burst into laughter.

”Restraint? Brother Lan is a powerhouse of the Nascent Soul Realm’s Perfection stage, he only fears Xiao Qingtian of the Shangqing Sect.”

”Brother Lan, go easy, don’t mar this little beauty’s face.”

”Exactly, exactly, Brother Lan should cherish the beauty.”

The disciples of Zhengyi Sect teased.

Obviously, they didn’t take Little Jiu seriously at all.

Zuoqiu Yiren just smirked, anticipating a good show.

The auction house wasn’t suitable for combat, so the two went outside.

”Honestly, I don’t hit women, if you apologize now, everything can be let go,”

In the sky above the auction house, the air suddenly turned icy, as if cold, blade-like currents were flowing, chilling to the bone, Lan Chengting squinted at Little Jiu across from him.

He had to admit, she was beautiful, and facing such a beauty, it was hard for Lan Chengting to be harsh.

”You talk too much,” Little Jiu thought he was too verbose.

”Then don’t blame me,”

With a thought, Lan Chengting took a step, swiftly transforming into a black shadow, shooting out like lightning.

The speed was hard to capture with the naked eye.

However, Little Jiu’s speed was even faster.

In a flash, she appeared in front of Lan Chengting, and punched straight ahead, strong and forceful.

Initially, Lan Chengting indeed didn’t take her seriously, underestimating the strength of this seemingly fragile woman.

But upon exchanging blows, he was gravely mistaken.

The immense force transmitted to his arm felt like it was about to dislocate, as if his bones couldn’t withstand it and were about to snap.

The next moment, his entire body flew backward.

Little Jiu’s figure moved swiftly, catching up, turning her fist into a claw, aiming for Lan Chengting’s chest.

Lan Chengting’s expression changed, and in an instant, his eyes sharpened, his body trembled slightly, and a dazzling golden light erupted, wrapping around him, forming a golden body shield.

Though Little Jiu’s claw skidded across the golden shield, leaving a trail of sparks, it still marked a scar on his golden body shield.

”Wow!”

Witnessing this scene, everyone’s expressions slightly changed.

The disciples of Zhengyi Sect looked grim, utterly surprised by the girl’s strength.

Feng Yinglai gloomily glanced at Zuoqiu Yiren, feeling manipulated by her.

Lan Chengting quickly pulled back, forming seals with his hands, and a huge Yin Yang Tai Chi Diagram appeared beneath his feet.

”Eight Trigrams Palm!”

Facing Little Jiu’s fierce claw again, Lan Chengting remained unmoved, following the changes in the Tai Chi Diagram beneath his feet, his tempestuous True Qi surged out, repelling Little Jiu’s attack with a palm, then a shoulder thrust sent her reeling back.

”Interesting,” Zuoqiu Yiren remarked, impressed that Lan Chengting had quickly found a way to counter her.

Feng Yinglai sighed in relief, if Lan Chengting had lost to an unknown female disciple of the Shenxiao Sect, the Zhengyi Sect’s reputation would’ve been damaged.

Little Jiu frowned, wanting to use the divine techniques in her memory to quickly defeat Lan Chengting, but feared exposing her demonic nature, and hadn’t learned the Shenxiao Sect’s divine techniques, leaving her to fight barehanded.

Though disadvantaged, she had no choice.

Once more, Little Jiu charged.

Lan Chengting still used the Eight Trigrams Palm to counter.

Using softness to overcome strength, integrating hardness and softness, Little Jiu’s hard approach was ineffective against Lan Chengting’s defense.

”Little Jiu, don’t worry, use your true skills,” at this moment, Zuoqiu Yiren’s transmission reached Little Jiu’s ears.

Cold light gathered in Little Jiu’s eyes, and with a fierce shout, an overwhelming and powerful True Qi suddenly surged from her, forming a colossal demonic shadow behind her.

It was a giant fox, with four tails swinging, imposing and majestic.

An overwhelming demonic aura emanated from Little Jiu.

”Qingqiu Spirit Fox,” Feng Yinglai’s expression changed dramatically at the sight of Little Jiu, ”She... is a Demon Beast.”

With these words, everyone present was shocked.

The Qingqiu Spirit Fox was a noble family among the three great kings of the Demon Race, as famous as the Dragon and Phoenix Races.

Now, a pureblood Qingqiu Spirit Fox appeared in the city.

The four-tailed giant fox enveloped Little Jiu, carrying the momentum of tearing the heavens as it crashed fiercely into Lan Chengting.

Though the Eight Trigrams could dissipate force, if the force was too immense, it couldn’t easily be neutralized.

”Boom!”

Under the fierce collision, a crisp sound spread as a sound wave across the sky, piercing the eardrums.

Crack!

The giant Tai Chi Diagram beneath Lan Chengting’s feet shattered instantly, and cracks appeared on the golden body shield as they rapidly spread, soon covering him in his horrified gaze, and finally, with a bang, it exploded completely.

Whoosh!

Amidst the swirling True Qi, Little Jiu’s gaze remained steady, her arm shook, silver light pierced through numerous fragments, then she quickly struck Lan Chengting’s chest.

Boom!

The palm imprinted on Lan Chengting’s chest, his clothes exploded, revealing a golden inner armor beneath, with a Tai Chi Diagram pattern that deflected much of Little Jiu’s power.

This surprised Little Jiu slightly.

Yet, even so, the residual force still caused Lan Chengting to vomit blood, his body plummeting down towards the auction house like a falling meteor.

Witnessing this, Feng Yinglai moved, catching Lan Chengting steadily, dispersing the remaining force on him.

”Cough, cough...” Once Lan Chengting stabilized, he coughed violently.

The surroundings grew noticeably quieter, one by one, the visible and hidden gazes filled with shock.

In less than five moves, the Nascent Soul Realm Perfection stage Lan Chengting was defeated by Little Jiu.

If Lan Chengting wasn’t wearing the upper grade magical artifact Tai Chi Profound Armor, and without Feng Yinglai’s help to disperse the force, he would’ve likely been severely injured, incapable of participating in the Daoist Alliance’s assessment.

”Elder Feng, he lost, hand over the Soul Essence Grass as agreed,” Zuoqiu Yiren’s clear and cold voice echoed above the auction house.

”Qingqiu Spirit Fox, your Shenxiao Sect actually accepts Demon Beasts as disciples,” Feng Yinglai’s face darkened as he spoke.

”What rule says we can’t accept Demon Beasts as disciples?” Zuoqiu Yiren retorted, ”Or is Elder Feng trying to renege on the deal...”