My words have become law; I truly have no desire to display my divine power before others.

Zhou Wenxuan felt that his vision and perception were being strangely distorted.

Ye Qingfeng's figure was still in the same place, yet it seemed to have become infinitely distant in an instant. The floor beneath his feet and the light in the surrounding space all produced a discordant sense of "stretching" and "compression".

That wasn't rapid movement, but rather a subtle shift in space itself!

It's like looking at a scene through a shimmering body of water; everything is deformed and reassembled in the ripples.

There was no sound of wind, no special effects, and not even the sound of something breaking through the air.

Ye Qingfeng's figure blurred slightly in place, as if it were just an illusion that lasted for a blink of an eye.

The next moment, his figure became clear again.

And in his previously empty right hand, there was now something.

It was a plant about half a foot tall, with a lush green stem and a bright red flower about the size of a bowl at the top, with layers of petals.

Its shape is indeed unique, resembling a dancing flame or congealed blood, exuding a vibrant yet slightly melancholic beauty.

This is exactly what Zhou Wenxuan called "the fleeting beauty"!

Even more incredibly, the flowers were vibrant and full, showing no signs of wilting, and you could even see one or two dewdrops on the petals that hadn't rolled off, glistening slightly under the restaurant lights!

They were clearly freshly picked and were full of life.

From the moment Ye Qingfeng took his first step to the moment he stood still again with the flowers in his hand, the entire process took no more than the time it takes to breathe.

Time seemed to stand still in the private room.

The old Taoist priest Chiyangzi dropped his wine cup on the table with a "clatter," spilling wine everywhere, but he was completely unaware.

He opened his mouth wide, his eyes wide like copper bells, staring intently at the vibrant "Fleeting Beauty" in Ye Qingfeng's hand.

She suddenly looked up at Ye Qingfeng's calm and expressionless face, as if she were seeing him for the first time.

His heart pounded in his chest, and a chilling thought rose uncontrollably within him: Shrinking the earth to an inch! It really was shrinking the earth to an inch!

This is not an illusion! Not a trick of the eye! It is a supreme divine power that truly involves the mysteries of space! This kid... this young man... who exactly is he?!

Zhou Wenxuan was struck dumb, completely frozen in his seat.

The wine glass in his hand had already slipped from his grasp, soaking his clothes without him even noticing.

He stared intently at the vibrant and dazzling "Fleeting Beauty" plant so close at hand, his mind completely blank.

He recognized this flower! It was definitely the "Fleeting Beauty" unique to the warm slopes of the eastern suburbs!

Its freshness suggests it was just picked! A quarter of an hour? Less than half a breath!

All his previous doubts, suspicions, and caution were shattered in the face of this "Fleeting Beauty" blooming vividly before him, glistening with dew.

This is not magic, not medicine, this is real... divine power!

In that case, these two must have really undergone major repairs!

Ye Qingfeng acted as if he had only done a trivial little thing.

He gently placed the "Fleeting Beauty" in his hand on the table in front of Zhou Wenxuan, the bright flowers contrasting sharply with the cold tabletop.

"Young Master Zhou, is it believable?" Ye Qingfeng's voice remained calm.

Zhou Wenxuan snapped back to his senses, and he almost reached out with trembling hands, wanting to touch the flower.

It then withdrew just before touching it, as if afraid that its worldly nature would taint this celestial site.

He looked up, and the look in his eyes as he gazed at Ye Qingfeng and the other man had completely changed.

It was filled with unprecedented shock, awe, and the excitement of seeing real hope.

"Two immortal masters... This junior, Zhou Wenxuan, was blind to your greatness and has offended you greatly. I beg your forgiveness!"

He suddenly stood up, lifted his robes, and was about to perform a grand salute.

Ye Qingfeng raised his hand, and a gentle, invisible force prevented him from bowing.

"Young Master Zhou, there's no need for such formalities. Simply verify its authenticity."

At this moment, the old Taoist Chiyangzi had just recovered from the extreme shock.

But what he broke free from was not ease, but a deeper, more turbulent sea.

His heart pounded wildly in his chest, blood rushed to his head and then quickly returned, bringing waves of chilling fear and unbelievable dizziness.

He had only heard descriptions of this method from his deceased grandmaster, and it was a true sign of great power!

Even among the renowned sects in the cultivation world that he knew, those who possessed such supernatural abilities were extremely rare and highly respected old monsters!

But this person in front of me... is so young!

No, that's not right! Chi Yangzi suddenly realized.

A master of eternal youth! Possession and rebirth? Or is it some reclusive old monster playing around in the world?

Countless thoughts and speculations churned in his mind like boiling water.

He recalled his previous assessment of Ye Qingfeng—"ordinary aura," "not yet a master," "a bold but ordinary junior colleague"...

Looking back now, every judgment was like a slap in the face, a hard blow to his self-righteousness!

Where is the breath calm?

It is clearly a return to simplicity and authenticity, and its depths are unfathomable!

My own meager intuition is simply not enough to see through other people's true nature!

No wonder he was so calm when I used "dividing the cup to retain the juice" before. It wasn't that he didn't understand it, but that he probably thought it was... child's play?

No wonder he dared to venture alone through the Wild Boar Forest at night, and remained calm even when facing hordes of zombies.

I was so stupid to think he was "quick on his feet" and "brave," and I advised him not to go and die... Why should he be afraid?

It's clear that they simply can't be bothered with those minor troubles, or rather, they have everything under control!

Chi Yangzi grew increasingly alarmed as he thought about it, and cold sweat began to seep down his back.

He had previously boasted and shown off his meager magical skills in front of such a person, even considering himself a "senior"...

Looking back now, it's utterly ridiculous!

This "young fellow Daoist"... no, this senior expert watching from the side must be watching it like a monkey show, right?

He felt both fear and relief.

I was horrified that I had been so blind as to have almost slighted a true master; I was also relieved that the other person seemed to have a good temper, did not hold it against me, and was even willing to travel with me.

The way he looked at Ye Qingfeng had completely changed.

The previous casual, scrutinizing, and subtly "senior" demeanor vanished, replaced by a complex expression of awe.

He even subconsciously suppressed his meager magical power fluctuations, and his posture became much more upright.

It was as if they were afraid that the slightest disrespect from them would offend this unassuming "old monster".

Just as Ye Qingfeng was about to sit down, he suddenly sensed that his cultivation level had increased dramatically.

He frowned slightly, somewhat puzzled as to why.

Even though only three people witnessed this scene, why did their cultivation increase more than the hundreds of people who witnessed it before?

Could it be this old Taoist priest?

After all, if there's anything different from before, it must be this old Taoist priest with real skills.

Perhaps the higher a person's level of spiritual attainment, the more spiritual attainment they will provide for themselves.

A glint of light flashed in Ye Qingfeng's eyes.

It seems I need to change my strategy. It's not as interesting to manifest as a saint among ordinary people as to manifest as a saint among true cultivators.