Hum.

The moment Qing Quan’s fist aura neared Lu Yun, seven glittering stars appeared in the air. They arranged themselves in the shape of the Big Dipper, painting the provincial capital’s skies a deep silver.

“What in the heavens?!” the immortal yelped. The stars connected as a hybrid of combat art and formation, blasting him with astral energy. He only had a moment for a quick howl of pain before his body flew off into the distance like a ragdoll, so far it couldn’t be seen anymore.

“Who are you and how dare you attack a venerated elder of the Qing Clan?!” The other immortals of Qing Quan’s clan began panicking over whether the elder was alive or dead. They loudly berated the airborne girl in boy’s clothes, but didn’t dare step forward.

“Like I said:...