Author's Note: Please don't hurt me~ So, I missed two update days this week. I was way too busy with school. I was also busy with some personal stuff; I will be spending a month in the wild without technology sometime in July -- I will discuss more about that hiatus period once mid-June saunters along.

Anyhow, I think this chapter will be entertaining, if only because of the method the "boss" in this chapter is brought down. Chinese Holy Water is certainly top-grade 11/10 stuff. And I'm thinking of doing side-chapters to supplement (I know, I just mentioned how I'm busy, but this is more a for you audience thing and something at my pace) the story. I mentioned fights that would probably be entertaining, but weren't as integral, so if you want side stories, leave some comments. And yes, the fights will probably have unexpected ways for them to kill the "boss".

As Always Thanks For Reading.

“The next entrance will open at sundown,” Senior Sha declared, consternation dripping on his face. He stuffed the thin blue book back into his robes.

“There’s little we can do but wait. Meili, stop pacing and come sit with us.” Cai pointed to the crisp blue sky, a lone halo of gold hung above.

Crestfallen, Meili half-stomped and half-shuffled her way toward the center of the clearing. She plopped herself onto the withered grass.

Senior Sha scooched closer to Meili. “It is going to fine, Junior Sister Meili. Jang-Guo is with little Qiu’yue. And Qiu’yue is no weakling.”

Meili looked at Senior Sha and crinkled her nose. Her eyes melted and she sighed, “But my ge-ge is an idiot.”

“That is simply one of the undeniable truths of the world,” Cai agreed and rubbed his chin.

“Hopefully, we manage to meet up with them.”

Senior Sha coughed and rubbed his belly. “According to the book, that entrance has occurred only twice in all the decades the Village had been recording the secrets of the Tomb…”

Meili and Cai both slapped Senior Sha on his head. Meili pulled away her hand quickly due to how alien Senior Sha’s patchy head felt.

“Senior Brother Sha, please learn to read the mood,” Cai pleaded with excessive arm movements.

“Does the book describe how difficult that entrance is?” Meili inquired as she played with her hair.

“How close is it to the usual landmark?”

“...the book doesn’t say.” Senior Sha replied slowly while also moving away in case of being hit again.

“Aiyah! So useless! So useless,” Meili shouted.

“I don’t think it’s useless…” Senior Sha muttered and pulled out the thin blue book again and embraced it. Cai leaned over and patted Senior Sha’s shoulder with a pitying smile.

“What if we don’t end up meeting each other?” Meili asked.

“We will meet up after the month’s end,” Cai replied.

The area in which Qiu’yue and Jang-Guo fell through had only a single page-spread devoted in Senior Brother Sha’s book. However, the spread was the one immediately after the page titled in bold sweeping slashes, “Tomb of Scorched Ice: The Village’s Boon”. The area, simply named the Chrysanthemum Chambers, was mapped vaguely — though marked up extensively on the map appeared to be an atrium. The few legible notes read:

“The mantle of ice glowed with such magnificence and intensity, one could confuse this underground Tomb with the Emperor’s chambers streamed with light and glittering with abundance. Yet when placed one’s hand onto the ice, it took no longer than a single breath — not even the breath of man, but the brief existence of laughter — for the hand to turn as blue as my servant robes. And the hand would be entombed — shackled— by the encroaching ice in but a single blink. That night we had to chop off Laughing Peacock’s entire left arm. The mystical ice sought warmth too desperately, as if it lived, and it had prized the entirety of Laughing Peacock’s body.

We decided to call this area the Chrysanthemum Chambers; at least, Peacock convinced us all to call it that. Said that this was surely the backend of the tomb. What a child. [Chrysanthemum looks like the opening of the butthole.] ...

...In the month we have been here, we have grown each by a whole cultivation level! The profound atmosphere of the tomb and our numerous life-death encounters must be the cause of such growth. Jiangshi were our first major concerns for the first week. Inexhaustible; durable. Impossible to kill unless the talisman on their head are removed. ...Besides the many monsters, there were many trials — we were stumped and unable to proceed further. A pity, for surely that must be the final gate to pass...Taoist harmony? Five Points; Constellations...And the traps, by far the worst, for they would magically reset each night.

Though we know not what lies beyond, the scent of Heavenly treasures waft from beyond. So it is with great longing that we step through the beams of light to take us back to the desolate clearing above.”

Qiu’yue responded with great wonder at the tomb. The air was cold and a glass cloak hung over them. Her reflection laughed back at her, distorted, stretched at some places, flattened at others. She reached out to touch her mirror clones.

Jang-Guo slapped her hand away. “Brat, don’t ever touch the walls.” The bald headed boy explained the circumstances. Qiu’yue shivered and nodded.

Jang-Guo looked around his surroundings. He frowned and kicked the ice-crusted ground. Qiu’yue covered her ears as he cursed. The boy turned and jabbed his finger at the girl’s forehead.

“This is all your fault, you spoiled brat!” Jang-Guo roared at her. “You want the first grab at the treasures right? Well, here you have it! An entire Tomb of Ice!” He scattered his hands about to show the extent of the halls in which they stood to the first set of gates at the end — measuring some dozens length of men. “Ice, ice, ice! Cheat us all of this, please.”

Qiu’yue cowered away from Jang-Guo. Still, the girl responded, “I’m not like him.”

Jang-Guo snarled and kicked at the earth. “Can’t even use my Western Dragon Arts at full power until we meet up with Meili!”

The girl tilted her head.

Jang-Guo rolled his eyes. “Do you see any earth here? Stupid girl. Aiyah! And I don’t even know when, or if, we will meet Meili at all. I hope she doesn’t catch a cold. We’ll rest a bit and then get going.”

The boy stomped his way toward the other side of the rather moderate-sized halls. The pair did not rest long. Jang-Guo was much too restless, and the prospect of adventure called for Qiu’yue’s child-heart. The two walked side by side down the center of the halls to the end, where rectangular doors stood, each measuring the impressive width of three men and the height of two.

The doors themselves, though formed from an unfathomable pitch of black stone and centered on each a dragon-faced door knocker, delivered a rather unremarkable tension. Hollow — that was the feeling Qiu’yue felt in her heart upon seeing the doors: a deflation of the anticipation knocking about inside her and the growing missed arrows striking emptiness and nothing. Jang-Guo simply felt exhausted laying his eyes on the dark stone, and he sympathized with the dragon-faced door-knockers with a long yawn.

Crash, the boy kicked the set of doors opened. Creaking along after the initial momentum, the doors scratched their way along the ice floor. Completing a full sweeping arc, the doors stopped.

Qiu’yue gasped and covered her mouth.

Coffins. They lined the entire perimeter of the great cavern which the doors led into, those blackish-red oak coffins with both ends curved up like porcelain pillows [China used stone pillows, jade or porcelain. They’re an actual thing]. Carved in the walls were rectangular openings in which two coffins could reside in. In total, there rested perhaps a 150 coffins.

In the very center of the cavern a miniature step temple stood prominently. The coffin resting on the top of the temple was a meter in width and nearly 3 meters in length. Decorated in gold and pearls, the coffin sculpted entirely from the whitest purity of jade bellowed its existence and authority.

Jang-Guo glanced at the girl and clucked his tongue. He boldly entered with disregard. The moment he stepped into the cavern, that fragile shell of silence cracked, shattered, broke — like the crackle of a storm, the enragement of beasts.

Bam! All at once, in the time of a blink, the lids of every coffin — but the center on — popped open. The sound of the lids falling to the ground reminded the children of the clatter of spears. From each coffin, a stiff body emerged arms first, their bodies like the corner of houses. Some remained as youthful and jovial as life, unblemished and of skin like snow; others more grotesque souls groaned as their flesh peeled and worms swam through the drainage of their veins and sinew. Regardless, each possessed a yellow talisman with the same inscription scribbled in red blood, and each wore the same dark blue (almost black) uniform of court officials with a heron contained in a cloud-bordered box embroidered on the center. Almost cutely, each corpse had a hat neatly fitted on its head.

And all at once, these corpses leapt from their coffins, landing onto the ground with a dull thud. Arms outstretched, the corpses all faced Jang-Guo, the lone boy, with outstretched arms, as if hidden wood planks braced their arms, and a similar wood brace propped up the corpses’ impeccable posture.

The army of the dead; the hopping corpses; revenant of the damned; the devourer of qi, lifedrinker, and blood-maker. Jiangshi.

One jiangshi could send a martial artist into cardiac arrest. Ten jiangshi qualified as an epidemic, a supernatural plague. Fifty jiangshi spelled the deprivation of life and energy of an entire region if one possessed not the tools of exorcism. And a hundred jiangshi, this army faced by Jang-Guo, elicited fear from the essence of life itself — one hundred unkillables, one hundred dead, one hundred monsters.

“Good, good. This old daddy here needs to let off some steam,” Jang-Guo laughed as he cracked his knuckles. “Come at me. My qi smells delicious, doesn’t it. Hahaha!”

Alerted by the intruder’s loud voice, the army sprang forth at Jang-Guo with their arms outstretched in search of his precious qi. The corpses’ already tattered lower robes bursted and ripped further as an explosion bloomed as they leapt toward the boy.

Jang-Guo tore deep ridges into the ice as he launched forward into the mutilated ocean of flesh. At the climax of the collision, the boy stomped his feet into his stance which emitted the aura of the golden-eyed beast. Against the clear ice and reflected in the eyes of the army of cadavers, the beast became visible and vivid, alive. Four-limbed, slim, yet bulged with muscles at the most necessary places, two great arches of golden fire regaled along those which were its wings.

Surrounded, the beast laughed. With a sweep of his claws, the ocean parted. Two great waves heaved up toward the Heavens itself before crashing back down onto itself. With a single punch, limbs flung off from their owners and danced risque with flesh not of its own. Pounding away at the mass of flesh like a rain of falling stars, a mist of blood washed over the cavern.

Yet, in ten breaths past, the boy became overwhelmed.

A jiangshi can only be stopped through very specific methods: sunlight, mirrors, the eight trigrams, rice and handbells, sacred weapons fashioned from peach trees, black dog blood, and thread stained with black ink.

And to return the jiangshi into the exile of the abyss, one must remove the talisman on the corpses’ foreheads.

Jang-Guo had but that one option at his feet. He felt his qi drain at a rate much faster than he anticipated; a hundred and fifty cadavers constantly absorbed and stole from the boy his qi.

The boy was not suitable for the job however. Though his fists struck like the fangs of dragons, tearing apart the cadavers to slushes of flesh, and his sweeps knocked about the undead soldiers like mere sapling trees, and his hammers like meteors, it was in vain. It took but a single breath for the undead yang qi of the cadavers to snake out from the flesh and link up with the other regions of their body. By the strength of their qi, the cadavers shot out sinew and sewed up their own bodies with little effort. Even if the head was pounded into a pulp of blood, if the talisman still remained on the corpse, the monster will not cease to move — that was the horror of the undead, of jiangshi.

One must manually tear away the talisman — and then burn the yellow charm, eventually to ensure that whatever remained, ash or flesh, does not revive.

True to their name, these hopping corpses stood up, and hopped back toward the boy. Opening their mouths, sharp fangs protruded from their fangs, and a great suction came forth from their gaping gulps. Jang-Guo scowled in irritation at the tickling sensation of having his qi sapped.

He dashed backward toward the entrance where Qiu’yue stood enthralled by the fight. “Brat, the Song of Empty Riptides, Second Verse — Surging Waves, Uproar Gales!” He shouted as he grabbed the wide-eyed girl and threw her. Yes, he threw her deep into that ocean of flesh and death. Jang-Guo prayed his sister had taught the brat well.

Though surprised, Qiu’yue calmed down. Registering the boy’s words, the girl spun and landed in the depths of that ocean with her leg sweeping the air in a confined arc. Simultaneously, she twirled her hands above her head like two intertwined rivers, circularly. At the apex of the leg sweep, striking the faces of the cadavers, the girl brought her leg down like an axe onto the shoulder of one corpse.

“Good! Quickly, Third Verse — Swelling Tides, Billowing Clouds, aim at the talismans!” Jang-Guo called.

Obeying, the girl brought her foot off the jiangshi and assumed the proper stance. Hands in front of her, the slight illusion of the Yin-and-Yang union appearing, the girl repelled back the horde of jiangshi. As the corpses encroached with their outstretched arms, the girl flowed with her arms and waist: gentle, yet forceful; the illusion of the Yin-and-Yang union expanding, rippling, encapsulating the girl in eight directions — the front, the back, the two sides, and the diagonals.

As the jiangshi leapt forward with their fangs, their sour breath melting the very essence of life,

Qiu’yue simply flowed with the force, and grabbed the cadaver’s stiff arms, stepped forward, and elbowed the corpse in its sternum before spinning to rip away the yellow talisman.

Once the talisman was torn off, the corpse simply fell still to the ground, crumpled with arms now at the side. And if the corpse already rotted, at the collision with the icy earth, the jiangshi bursted into ash and dust.

Jang-Guo sat down and laughed at the girl who struggled to put to rest that army of jiangshi. He rested one hand on his crotch and leaned slightly on the icy earth.

“Ah, that was good. I’ve let out some steam and the brat is suffering. What a good day! What a good day!” Jang-Guo sighed content to himself.

In the two incense of time it took for Qiu’yue to dispose of all the corpses, an ocean of yellow talisman replaced the ocean of jiangshi, Jang-Guo had a good rest. He woke up and yawned jovially, “Oh, brat, you finished. Good, good. Haha.”

Qiu’yue drenched in sweat and trembling on her feet, spoke thus, “Jang-Guo! I used up all my qi; I’m so tired.” Then she collapsed onto her knees with a long groan.

Jang-Guo stood up and sauntered over toward the girl. “Well, it’s my turn now.”

The large coffin at the center of the cavern rumbled — growled and howled, anguish and pain, a great shrieking of misery which chilled the living and crushed the dead into dust.

“Meditate now! Gather all the qi in this room,” Jang-Guo ordered.

The coffin shook and the numerous pearls flung away from the casket. Crashing into the walls, the pristine pearls cracked and a pungent thick black smoke — this miasma — leaked out, crawled forth from the pits of evil.

“I’m trying,” Qiu’yue cried with legs crossed. “The qi here is much too cold!” The girl’s teeth chattered and her already fair face paled even more.

“I don’t care. Just do it.”

The gold on the coffin decayed as if a plague of rust devoured the once glowing glimmer. Turned pitch black, the gold lining of the coffin emitted the same black smoke as the pearls.

The miasma seeked into the jade. That snowfield of jade weeped black tears as the miasma corrupted it. The black rivers of tears ran down the step temples and converged into a greatsword with a serrated blade at the bottom.

The black coffin cackled with glee. The shaking stopped. Bang! The coffin exploded and the corpse leapt down the tall step temple onto the ground. The pieces of the coffin flew about the air around this monstrosity and formed piece by piece into a great black jade armor for the abomination.

This beast was of a peculiar kind to the other jiangshi. It, being the general in his particular army of jiangshi, was able to move its joints rather well. The General Jiangshi cracked its joints and lumbered over to its sword. It howled in joy and pounded his chest twice with his left fist. It picked up his sword with his right hand.

Jang-Guo rolled his eyes. “Brat, if I threw you up to this stupid monster’s shoulder, can you tear off the talisman?”

Qiu’yue stood up. Her face was pale, but she stood steady. With slight hesitation, she nodded.

Jang-Guo cracked his joints as well. Spinning his shoulder, the boy sauntered over to the hulking General Jiangshi.

“Aiyah, let this grand-daddy give you a gift,” he spat at the beast.

“Kyah!” Qiu’yue screamed and covered her eyes.

Jang-Guo had loosened his trousers and he began peeing on the General Jiangshi. The boy moaned in pleasure, “Ah, I needed to piss for a while now.”

As that golden shower struck on the General Jiangshi’s armor, the jade armor became white again, washed clean. And when the armor became white jade again, the armor cracked and broke off the General Jiangshi, dissolved into dust before slamming into the ground.

And when Jang-Guo’s pee landed on the General Jiangshi’s flesh, the beast screamed and flailed its arms wildly. Steam and smoke rose from the jiangshi’s flesh as the golden liquid soaked into the rotting flesh, burning it.

The General Jiangshi howled and attempted to strike his sword down onto the boy. Pointing his tool of exorcism onto the ice in front of him, the boy quickly painted a golden line. The evil greatsword crashed into a golden thin barrier manifested by the golden line.

Whistling, the boy continued to unleash his holy water onto the General Jiangshi’s legs. After a while, the golden liquid trickled out, and Jang-Guo thrusted his pelvis forward to get the last drops onto the General Jiangshi’s crotch.

Jang-Guo laughed, “Ah, that felt too refreshing!”

“Jang-Guo, why did you, that, argh,” Qiu’yue screamed. Her face red and her entire being flustered.

“The pee of a virgin boy subdues all evil! I hold holiness in my bladders,” Jang-Guo declared proudly and tilted his head high up towards the ceiling.

“Then why didn’t you just do that before!”

Jang-Guo pulled his head back in disgust. “Brat, for a five-year old, you sure are lewd! Do you want to see my little brother [Chinese Slang for Penis]; I will gladly show it to you, if you want. And do I look like I can pee an ocean, you imbecile!”

Qiu’yue looked down and screamed once more. She covered her entire face.

Jang-Guo rolled his eyes and dragged the princess over to the golden line. Qiu’yue pinched her nose. The girl glanced at Jang-Guo; the golden-eyed beast hung over his head, a smile stretched from ear to ear. The boy threw her up at the General Jiangshi. The girl shot directly at the rotting corpse’s head. Miraculously, as if she was a horsefly, she weaved through the General Jiangshi’s furious sword strikes.

Her hands clasped onto the end of the talisman. She used the momentum of her flight, twisted her body, and rolled herself up with the talisman. Pulled by gravity, the girl’s weight tore the talisman off the General Jiangshi’s head.

Instantly, the gigantic creature wailed as his entire body shook as if possessed by a seizure. Its eyes peered up at the ceiling; its left arm reached forth at the Heavens — before exploding into black miasma. The miasma engulfed the rest of his body and his screams. The miasma gathered up the fallen ash and rushed back toward the center step temple.

It deposited itself back onto the platform and condensed into the beautiful pure white jade coffin, as if the corruption never occurred.

The yellow talismans littered on the ice floor rose and flew back to its respective coffins, stuck themselves on the bottom side of the lids, and closed the lids over the coffins once more.

The gigantic yellow talisman did the same and left Qiu’yue’s embrace. The girl screamed as her body raced to kiss the ground.

“Aiyah, brat, stop screaming,” Jang-Guo scolded with annoyance. The bald headed boy strolled forward and caught the girl. Then he threw her back onto the ground.

“Wait, Jang-Guo, let’s sit awhile first,” Qiu’yue asked. She breathed heavy and sweat lined her brows.

Jang-Guo glanced at her. “No.” Without looking back, the boy walked toward the new set of doors emerged from the other end of the cavern.

Half-sighing, half-groaning, Qiu’yue got up and ran to catch up to the older boy. The boy stopped and Qiu’yue crashed into him. The pair stood 5 meters from the set of black doors.

“Brat, you did most of the work, so why don’t you do the honors,” Jang-Guo looked at Qiu’yue and shoved her forward. The girl glanced back and chewed on her lip. Jang-Guo frowned and made a shooing motion.

The girl stepped forward. No sooner had her foot landed, that she leapt back and rolled. A pit opened up over where the girl previously stepped. The girl crawled forward and peeked her head over the pit.

She gulped.

“Hm, quite lovely, don’t you think, brat?” Jang-Guo chuckled and placed his hand on her neck. He squeezed it a little. “Don’t be so stiff. Look at this pit, ain’t it lovely? Snakes, spikes, steel swords. All it needs is some sex to complete the Unholy S-Quartet!”

Jang-Guo rose from his crouch and leapt over the 3 meter long pit. He whistled and tapped his foot. Qiu’yue frowned and leapt over the pit as well. She screamed, slipping on the ice. Jang-Guo cursed and grabbed the girl’s hand and pulled her away from the edge of the pit.

Qiu’yue gave thanks, embarrassed. Jang-Guo grunted and jabbed the girl’s forehead. 2 meters divided them from the door now.

Qiu’yue went first again. She tapped the floor with her left foot to test the path. This time arrows shot out and the girl sprinted across the remaining distance to safety.

Jang-Guo laughed over all this. He hugged his tired stomach as he walked across the path strewn with arrows. He picked one off the ground. “They sure like their poison~”

Qiu’yue kicked the boy’s legs when he arrived. She turned away with a “Hmph!”

Jang-Guo grinded his fist on the girl’s head. “Brat, don’t make me throw you into that pit.”

Qiu’yue stuck her tongue out. Jang-Guo clucked his tongue.

The two opened the doors. Both sighed.

“Aiyah, the party really doesn’t stop,” Jang-Guo laughed.

Rather than gold or medicinal pills or even a garden of herbs, the cavern was stuffed with animated armor and halberds.

The moment the two stepped into the cavern, the floating weaponry and clanging armor rushed forth at the two children.

Working side by side, it took the pair an incense and a half to clear the cavern. Jang-Guo smashed through the metal with sheer force. Qiu’yue threw the incoming projectiles at one another — the collisions also producing useless scrap metal, squashed together like a paper fan.

Once the entirety of all 300 animated halberds and armor became scrap metal, the pieces swirled together in a massive tornado. Once the crying of wind died, a full set of animated armor grasping a halberd took up the entire cavern. It measured from the ground all the way up to the margins of the ceiling and its girth bloated like a balloon stretched from end to end.

The two executed the animated metal with great effort: Running up the halberd to kick the helmet. Diverting the fierce swing of the halberd with a palm thrust. Synchronized punches to the joints of the ‘body’, namely the shin guards. Little by little, the pair brought the giant to its knees through a harmonious concert of hard punches and soft kicks.

Finally, Qiu’yue sent a palm strike directly at the chestplate while Jang-Guo leapt up into the air to pound its helmet with a meteor strike. The simultaneous strikes sent two shockwaves. One exploded outwards, tearing away at that which held it together; the other rushed downward, crushing the armor.

“Fuck this fucking part of the fucking Tomb! Fuck!” Jang-Guo shouted. “Why the hell did we have to fight 2 guardians in a row?” He turned to Qiu’yue and screamed at her. “Ugh, this is all your fault! The Tomb must have sensed your deceit and delivered this barren hell as divine punishment!”

Qiu’yue simply crossed her arms and waited for Jang-Guo to finish his tantrum. It took a whole incense worth of time for Jang-Guo to stop shouting. Then the pair, one well-rested and the other rather crazed still, walked toward the end of the cavern toward the set of black doors.

Reiterating the theme of the Chrysanthemum Chambers, the two avoided more traps. Then the pair came about another open cavern filled with monsters.

By the time the pair reached true exhaustion and reached a door that that the pair were unable to open, they have fought against: Jiangshi, animated armor and halberds, hungry ghosts, an army of diluted Ox-Head and Horse-Face [The sentries of hell], bone-eaters, skin-takers, and nine-tail foxes (Jang-Guo had particular trouble with these wily demons when they changed into beautiful women).

The pair also survived many traps, some only by the bare width of their skin: hidden arrows, gas chambers, pitfalls, hail of boulders, shower of fire, and other devious machinations of the Tomb’s unknown creator(s).

Jang-Guo shoved his entire weight on the set of doors. It was different than the previous doors, all of which were the black doors with a dragon-face door-knocker. Rather than the boring black stone, these doors were fashioned from the drunken coral shade of peach wood. That pleasing scent of the heavenly fruit floated toward the children and tickled their noses. And that incited Jang-Guo’s desire and hopes.

“Oh, calm on and open already! Stupid thing,” he grunted. “Oi! Brat, help me open this.”

“Call me by my name first,” Qiu’yue said.

“What am I? Your lover? Pei! I refuse,” Jang-guo cursed as he leaned his back onto the doors and kicked at the icy floor with his feet. “Open, open, open!”

Qiu’yue sighed and glanced at the long path behind her. The black doors. She frowned. In all the previous events, the doors had disappeared after them. She walked over toward the black doors and opened them. She giggled madly to herself.

The doors opened up to the cavern the two had just completed. The girl felt a certain delight in the dead carcasses of the fox ladies. Deep in her heart, something about the pretty ladies made her want to drive a knife into their backs a thousand times.

The girl frowned. All the other times, the carcasses of the slain beasts simply disappeared or reverted into the initial state. These fox demons did neither and remained present, gathered around the gigantic white fox which had served as the guardian of the cavern.

“Oi, brat, Qiu’yue, come help me!” Jang-Guo called.

Smirking to herself, the girl put the suspicions into the corner of her mind and skipped over to the bald-headed boy.

“Yes?” She asked. She tilted her head sweetly. Jang-Guo wanted to punch her head right off.

“Help me.”

“Hmm?”

“Qiu’yue, junior sister ah, help your fucking Senior Brother push this door open before I fucking slaughter you!”

“Ok~” The girl responded with a smile. She too pushed against the door. Qiu’yue even drove all 100% of her qi through her body in an effort to budge the doors.

Both exhausted, and one heavily bleeding, the two decided to meditate and reconvene on the matter when both wake up. Truly, the sacred properties of the peach held strong.

In meditation, due to the peculiar qi and the life-death experiences encountered in a single day, Qiu’yue actually broke through to the third stage of qi condensation. Only a month ago, she had gotten to the second stage of qi condensation.

Her eyes snapped open and glittered. She giggled and then calmed herself down with a hush. Qiu’yue returned to meditation with unbound glee in her heart.

“What a stupid girl,” Jang-Guo muttered to himself upon sensing Qiu’yue’s fanatic reaction. Still, the bald-headed boy laughed quietly to himself at the girl’s antics.