Cold and clear moonlight. An ink-black forest.
The chirping of insects and birds in the surroundings seemed to vanish all at once, rendering this silent night even more hollow and chilling.
An eerie atmosphere, like ink-black hair dancing without wind.
Feng Jiuge picked out a few small, portable tools from the carriage's toolbox and carried them on her person, then ventured alone into the depths of the forest.
This place bordered Jingyang City, where a lake sat in the center surrounded by mountains on all four sides. Moonlight spilled down, making the green waves sparkle with ripples—it was truly beautiful.
And in the center of the lake, halos of blue and purple light spread outward, revealing distinct human silhouettes within.
Ancient martial arts—Water Floating!
No, not quite.
Looking closer, the tips of those people's feet were still some distance from the water's surface, their entire bodies completely suspended in mid-air, enveloped in a faint mist exuding from their forms.
Many things sounded like fantastical tales from the Arabian Nights; even if spoken aloud, no one would believe them.
Yet there they were, laid out so truly before human eyes.
Just like her, a seasoned veteran of the underworld, who had never imagined that after dying an unjust death, she would miraculously transmigrate to this unknown spacetime and spend fifteen carefree years as the ninth young miss of the Feng family.
Similarly, in this world, some people could predict the future; some could overcome gravity to make anything float; some could control wind, frost, rain, and snow; some could scale walls and run across rooftops, treading on snow without leaving a trace...
People called them—Ability Users.
And the most numerous Ability Users in this world were Battle Qi cultivators.
The requirements for cultivating Battle Qi were neither high nor low.
First, one had to possess an innate aura. Without Battle Qi potential, one was basically no different from an ordinary person.
Second, one needed the correct cultivation method; otherwise, despite possessing Battle Qi potential, one would live a mediocre life as nothing but an ordinary commoner.
The four great families had ancient origins and were considered the progenitors of Battle Qi cultivation in the Mingyue Dynasty. Therefore, almost all Battle Qi cultivators in the Mingyue Dynasty were concentrated within the four great families, which also laid a solid foundation for the four families to dominate the dynasty.
Battle Qi had strict hierarchical divisions: red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple. The further one progressed, the higher one's martial arts. It was said that the power of purple Battle Qi, when cultivated to the peak, could move mountains and fill seas without the slightest effort.
However, every time this was brought up, Feng Jiuge would look at the old man with utter contempt and spit out two words without a hint of respect: "Bullshit!"
Yet just looking at the auras of the people before her, Feng Jiuge somewhat believed what the old man had said.
The blue light around the man in the center grew increasingly dense. His white clothes were torn and bloodstained, yet he showed not the slightest hint of dejection; instead, he emanated a trace of coldness and killing intent.
His handsome brows and eyes were filled with dominance and ferocity. A pair of ink-black pupils were sharp as a falcon's, coldly watching the people besieging him without the slightest trace of panic—fierce and wildly arrogant.
His bloodstained clothes fluttered, and faintly, blood drops were still falling.
No one could tell if it was his blood or someone else's.
Around him, seven people in black were surrounding him tightly. Hooded long cloaks wrapped them up completely—only the churning purple aura around their bodies and their surging momentum could be seen.
Seven against one.
Purple aura against blue aura—an absolutely one-sided situation.
What a pity for such a wildly arrogant and enchanting beautiful man.
Feng Jiuge had long since lost the enthusiastically observant mood she had at the beginning upon seeing this situation. She lowered her body halfway, secretly preparing to slip away.
If she continued staying here during a showdown of this level of strength, it would be tantamount to courting death.