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Qin Yi was slightly taken aback as he walked out of the great array, looking at the two people who seemed like they were having an epileptic fit. He joked, "Is this some new dance you learned? It’s ugly. If you have time, I’ll teach you pole dancing; I’ll be the pole for you."

The two of them stopped their antics. Yun Mengyao, annoyed, said, "We were afraid you’d starve to death in there. We called you, but you didn’t respond, and we lost our goddess image because of it."

Qin Yi burst out laughing... What does the image of a goddess have to do with you two?

"What are you laughing at?"

Yun Mengyao’s sparkling eyes turned dangerous.

"I wasn’t laughing."

"You laughed."

"I didn’t."

Yun Mengyao gave him a look as if saying he was being sensible. She asked, "Aren’t you hungry?"

Qin Yi rubbed his stomach, "Didn’t we just eat?"

Both Yin Qianqian and Yun Mengyao, along with Lang Ya nearby, looked surprised.

"Did you turn stupid staying in there? Your last meal was seven days ago."

"Seven days ago?" Qin Yi opened his mouth, also a bit taken aback. Then he laughed, "I was wondering why I got hungry so fast? So that’s why so much time has passed."

Yun Mengyao walked up to Qin Yi, about to drag him off to eat, but then wrinkled her brows and jumped back with disgust.

Qin Yi looked at her, "Are you part rabbit? Can’t you walk properly? Trying to show off your long legs, huh?"

"Smell yourself; you stink."

Qin Yi lifted his arm to sniff, nearly passing out from his own scent.

Though his cultivation had reached a point where his body was very clean, constant encounters with the Evil Lord’s divine soul and deep contemplation made it inevitable for him to get dirty.

"Never mind, get someone to bring the food here; I’ll just eat here."

Qin Yi still needed to continue pondering the divine thought attack.

"You should go take a bath first and then have a proper meal."

Qin Yi shook his head, "That old bastard is sly and cunning. Who knows what tricks he’s hiding? What if he escapes when I’m gone? Catching him again wouldn’t be easy."

Yun Mengyao, helpless, had to let someone bring the food.

Qin Yi was indeed hungry. The moment he saw the food, his stomach nonchalantly let out a "gurgle," and he didn’t bother with anything else, digging in heartily.

"Huh? Aren’t you two eating?"

Qin Yi, after eating for a while, realized the two girls were staying far away.

The two girls shook their heads, speaking in unison, "We’ve already eaten."

Qin Yi curled his lips, "Hmph, you just don’t like the smell on me, don’t think I don’t know."

He glanced at Lang Ya; at least Lang Ya wasn’t like them.

"Huh, why does my dried fish taste like cumin?" Lang Ya was puzzled.

Yin Qianqian and Yun Mengyao both looked at Qin Yi.

Qin Yi blushed furiously, glaring fiercely at Lang Ya...This little dragon brat, so sneaky. Even with my smell, it can’t possibly smell like cumin, can it?

Qin Yi, full and satisfied, couldn’t be bothered to react. He walked back into the great array, continuing his mental struggle with the Evil Lord’s divine soul.

Yun Mengyao shook her head helplessly, having others clean up the leftovers.

...

"Qin Yi, any progress?"

Qin Yi’s mouth twitched a few times, looking up at the cluster of red light in the sky, "Don’t rush, eventually, I’ll kill you."

This old guy went from being scared at first to being mocking halfway through, and now he’s even started provoking.

"I’m telling you, this great array isolates the worldly qi. I can live for a thousand or ten thousand years. Can you wait that long?"

"I think you’d better let me go. I promise, I’ll retire to the mountains, and I absolutely won’t be your enemy."

Qin Yi sneered coldly, "Can a dog stop eating shit? Retire to the mountains, my ass, you should just go to hell. Don’t scare passersby by hiding in the mountains as a wandering ghost."

The Evil Lord sneered, "You can’t kill me, so what’s the use of trapping me here?"

"Don’t be so smug, I’ll kill you sooner or later."

"How soon is sooner?"

Qin Yi ignored him, deep in thought. There were some things he still couldn’t figure out.

His divine thought wasn’t weak; he could manifest weapons, which meant his divine thought was skilled. But why was the attack speed so slow?

Could it be? related to this environment? Is this great array contradicting some aspect of divine thought, causing the speed to slow down? Like a fierce tiger trapped in a cage, unable to stretch out?

"Qin Yi, what are you thinking? If there’s something you can’t figure out, tell me. I’ve lived long, seen a lot, maybe I can give you some advice?"

Qin Yi frowned, his train of thought slightly interrupted again, and he angrily shouted, "Shut the hell up, or I’ll fry you in oil and eat you."

"Wow, I’m so scared, scared to death, oh dear... my heart’s so scared it stopped beating."

Listening to the Evil Lord’s sarcastic teasing voice, Qin Yi’s face turned red... Saying things that scare kids is indeed a bit embarrassing.

Qin Yi was angry, this old thing now took advantage that he couldn’t kill him, repeatedly provoking.

"Swish!"

A longsword formed by divine thought pierced straight towards the Evil Lord’s divine soul.

"Wow, what speed, too amazing."

The longsword seemed caught in a swamp, moving at a snail’s pace.

The Evil Lord stood in front of the sword, always keeping a distance of a dozen centimeters from the tip, shouting, "Quickly stab me, quickly stab me..."

Qin Yi, extremely enraged, moved his divine thought, directly pushing the longsword, trying to make it faster, was done reflexively.

"Whoosh!"

The divine thought sword suddenly accelerated tremendously, faster by several times what it was before.

The Evil Lord’s divine thought let out a scream, filled with horror in his voice.

"Psst!"

A small piece of the red light was cut down.

Qin Yi was stunned.

What just happened?

The divine thought sword suddenly accelerated, what changed?

The Evil Lord’s divine soul hid in the blood-red qi, his face full of horror. If he hadn’t dodged quickly just now, he would’ve been stabbed to death, his soul obliterated.

"I understand now!"

Qin Yi jumped up in excitement.

It turns out, divine thought attack differs from cultivation attack in its technique.

For instance, in a normal attack, you shoot an arrow, and because of the bow’s force, the arrow moves at a rapid speed due to inertia.

But divine thought attack is different, it requires a continuous supply to maintain the speed of the manifested weapon.

"Old bastard, your death is near."

Qin Yi looked at the Evil Lord, a slight smile at the corner of his mouth, the jokes from these days are over.

The Evil Lord was horrified, his voice solemn, "That’s impossible, you couldn’t have comprehended it in just a few days."

Qin Yi paused, "So you always knew where my problem lay?"

The Evil Lord remained silent. He indeed knew. But even if he knew, he wasn’t stupid enough to tell... for Qin Yi to comprehend and kill him?

Qin Yi slowly closed his eyes, divine thought spreading like a tide, capturing even the tiniest dust particles in the grand hall in his mind.

Divine thought turned into a sword, unseen and formless.

"Whoosh!"

The divine thought sword flew out, with a continuous supply of divine thought power attached to its body, urging it forward.

Sure enough, the divine thought sword was as fast as lightning, reaching the Evil Lord in the blink of an eye.

The Evil Lord screamed, panicked, and dodged.

"Psst!"

The divine thought sword pierced through, splitting the cluster of red light in two.

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