In the world of "Covering the Sky," my cultivation technique is not right.

The vast sky stretches endlessly, and the stars burn silently with eternal flames, their dazzling light traversing billions of light-years to appear before our eyes.

Lü Yao stood on a mountaintop in the Qinling Mountains, gazing up at the starry sky.

But he wasn't actually looking at the stars; there was someone hiding there.

Lü Yao said loudly, "Fellow Daoist, since you've come, why not show yourself?"

He was handsome and had an exceptional air about him; at first glance, he was clearly a promising talent nurtured by the Holy Land.

Sure enough, the starry sky began to wrinkle like a curtain, and a woman appeared there, none other than the Hundred Flowers Saintess whom I had seen before.

The acquaintance I ran into by chance at the Qinling Stone Archway was this woman; she was accompanying Jue Youqing on a visit to the Qincheng Stone Archway at the time.

At that moment, Lü Yao was so embarrassed that he simply slipped away, but unexpectedly, the other person actually tracked him down and came after him.

The Holy Maiden of a Hundred Flowers appeared, expressionless, staring at Lü Yao, but the coldness emanating from her was undeniable, slowly building up.

She treads through the void, and with each step she lands, a celestial flower appears to catch her. With each step, a petal appears, and the distance between them grows closer until she stands before Lü Yao.

A chill swept in like a landslide or a tsunami, instantly followed by a fierce wind, gathering dark clouds, and the wind tearing and splitting trees.

She is at the fourth level of the third heaven, just one step away from entering the Dragon Transformation Realm. No wonder she is qualified to discuss the Dao with Jue Youqing. Even though there are many geniuses in the Central Plains, this woman's cultivation is definitely not bad, and may even surpass the top few in the Eastern Wilderness.

This is Zhongzhou, a land teeming with geniuses, where competition is fiercer and everyone's cultivation progresses faster.

It should be noted that the Ji family's divine body is estimated to be seizing the imperial weapon as one of the Four Extreme Emperors in the next few months. Lu Yao has never met this future Eastern Wilderness God King, but he estimates that he is currently only at the first or second level of the Four Extremes.

When he was cultivating in the Yao Guang Holy Land, the Yao Guang Holy Son had just entered the Four Extremes. Now, two years have passed, and he may be in the Second or Third Heaven.

This woman has the bearing of an empress!

He flashed eight teeth, displaying perfect social etiquette, and then asked, "I wonder why you are angry, friend? We don't seem to know each other very well."

But in his heart he thought: Oh no, could she really recognize me? By the pool, she clearly didn't see my face, nor did she remember any fluctuations in my consciousness!

Inside the stone archway of Qincheng, he felt that the way this woman looked at him was a little strange.

"That person from Yunxian Valley is you." The Holy Maiden of a Hundred Flowers was as cold as ice.

"It wasn't me." Lü Yao quickly shook his head in denial. How could he just make up an accusation like that? Back in the feudal era, people would die if they did that.

"I didn't say what it was about." The Saintess of a Hundred Flowers' tone grew even colder.

Fortunately, Ye Fan left, otherwise this shockwave could have killed him.

"My name is Han Li. I've been wandering around the various stone archways in Qin City. Whatever it is, it's definitely not me."

Lu Yao was spouting nonsense, but within his inner sea, the purple waves surged, the life spring spiritual liquid gushed out, and his vast divine power was ready to erupt at any moment.

Even if this prodigy from the Fourth Heaven and Third Heaven had a mortal body, he should be stronger than Ji Haoyue, who had a divine body, right? He really wanted to try it out and see his own strength.

With a wave of her hand, the Holy Maiden of a Hundred Flowers unfurled her divine power into a scroll, which slowly unfolded, revealing a man's back view as he transformed into a rainbow and disappeared into the horizon.

But no matter how you look at it, this person's back view is very similar to Lü Yao's.

Although Lü Yao abandoned Han Li's appearance and returned to his original form after leaving the Qin family.

But you can't just say that the two people look alike from behind and insist that they are the same person, can you?

The Saintess of a Hundred Flowers walked forward, stepping onto the edge of the cliff. The chill intensified as she stood opposite Lü Yao, her eyes clearly saying, "I'm telling you a lie."

Lu Yao felt a little guilty: "Actually, I didn't see anything, just part of the back view."

The Holy Maiden of a Hundred Flowers shone with multicolored light, and a rain of flowers fell from the sky. Each petal was formed from Dao patterns, and each contained immense power.

Seeing her actions, Lü Yao involuntarily took three steps back. After all, he had accidentally wandered into someone's bathing area. Unlike Ye Fan, he wasn't thick-skinned, and he was still somewhat embarrassed.

"Uh... the birthmark on the Holy Maiden's face resembles a phoenix pattern, signifying immeasurable nobility; she may even possess the bearing of an emperor!"

The Saintess of a Hundred Flowers said coldly, "Sign a slave contract with me, and I'll spare your life."

Lu Yao asked in astonishment, "You want to be my slave?"

What the hell? Just one look and you're expected to become my slave? That's so feudal! Even when Ye Fan took the Holy Maiden of Yao Guang's bodice, Yao Xi didn't make such a request.

However, he wasn't lying about one thing: the red birthmark on the face of the Hundred Flowers Saintess formed the patterns of a true phoenix, poised to take flight, lifelike in its detail.

At the time, Lü Yao was still attracted by the birthmark, and his departure was a few seconds slower.

Isn't that how it always goes in TV dramas? When you see the face beneath the female knight's veil, you either marry her or she kills you.

Could it be that I've stumbled upon a martial arts novel protagonist's script?

"Those who have seen my birthmark... have only two choices," the Saintess of a Hundred Flowers whispered.

"Hmm?" Lu Yao asked, puzzled.

The first one is signing a slave contract, so the second one is...?

"...Die!" A cold light flashed in the eyes of the Hundred Flowers Saintess, her killing intent intense. With a light wave of her hand, thousands of flower rains were born from nothingness, each petal swirling with Dao patterns, the edges of the petals cutting the air with a hissing sound.

As the first rays of dawn appear, atop the mountains, a woman in a red dress flutters in the wind, her long black hair dancing with the falling blossoms.

Crimson lotuses incinerate the heavens, dark orchids devour souls, and silver chrysanthemums bloom, freezing thousands of miles... This is not a beautiful scene, but a myriad of flowers forming an army, turning heaven and earth into a purgatory.

"You woman, aren't you too feudal? You want to kill me just for looking at me? Primordial Holy Light Technique!"

Lu Yao naturally wouldn't sit idly by and wait for his death. With a shout, a blazing white light exploded, like a sacred sun rising from the depths of hell. Wherever the light passed, the void was completely purified, and those beautiful petals that exuded killing intent were all burned to dust.

"Buzz!"

One hundred and eight divine rings appeared, encircling his body. Each ring contained a divine phantom sitting cross-legged and chanting scriptures. The holy light was extremely strong and yang, and the aura was surging, forcefully supporting a pure land in the sea of ​​flowers.

Lu Yao was like a god of light, unleashing beams of holy light with every gesture. The Prison of Holy Light unfolded, transforming heaven and earth into a universe of light, and he himself was also bathed in holy light, completely transforming into Lightman.

The Holy Maiden of a Hundred Flowers snorted coldly, changed her hand seal, and a hazy fairy flower appeared behind her, swaying as if all the stars in the heavens were trembling.

The withered petals, in their obliteration, reformed and transformed into a magnificent giant bird composed of millions of runes.

"Hey!"

With a startled cry, a vast divine power suddenly erupted, five-colored divine light shone brightly, and the Holy Light Prison shattered inch by inch. The colorful giant bird suddenly accelerated and crashed into Lü Yao's body, transforming into countless fairy flowers.

But these celestial flowers are incredibly sharp, each one like a peerless divine weapon, ready to tear Lü Yao to pieces.

The Flower Saintess moved with the flowers, graceful as a startled swan, and appeared in front of Lü Yao. With a palm strike, a giant hand composed entirely of flower petals and exuding a natural aura slammed down.

Lu Yao suddenly transformed into holy light, filtering out most of the divine power.

"town!"

In the boundless sea of ​​flowers, the figure formed by holy light swallowed hard.

His punches were slow and deliberate, seemingly slow, yet they were like a giant mountain, rippling across the void like water.

The intent of the fist enveloped heaven and earth. Amidst the holy light and sea of ​​flowers, a hazy Dao diagram appeared, with black and white yin-yang fish swimming and absorbing all laws.

The Holy Maiden of a Hundred Flowers had an icy expression. She slammed her giant hand down, expecting an earthquake, but it was like a gentle breeze.

He reached out and caught it; the Tai Chi diagram spun, and the palm strike was as if it had sunk into a quagmire, all the violent divine power being absorbed.

Everything fell silent.

Lu Yao used Tai Chi Chuan techniques to overcome hardness with softness, but it was still lacking. At least at this level, Tai Chi Chuan was not enough to satisfy him.

The Saintess of a Hundred Flowers is definitely not an ordinary mortal; there should be "forbidden" restrictions, but she hasn't gone very far down this path.

Fortunately, he still possessed the Holy Light Undying Body. The few attacks that Tai Chi Chuan failed to block passed directly through the Holy Light Undying Body, bursting forth for hundreds of miles before slowly dissipating in the void.

But this was not the end. Lu Yao's fist suddenly accelerated, as if he were pushing two mountains to turn. The Tai Chi Yin Yang diagram suddenly started to spin, and a wisp of chaotic energy burst out from where Yin and Yang were connected.

As the fist struck, a true dragon formed from a hundred flowers snaked out, its four claws nimble and its antlers shimmering with divine light, heading towards the Holy Maiden of a Hundred Flowers.