Su Yi really was a bit melancholy.

Just a few days ago, he’d smoothly broken into the mid-stage Spiritual Revolution Realm. Even his control of the Grand Dao of the Apex of Genesis had reached the level of minor success.

With the experience of his past life, he guessed that at his current cultivation, he could kill even mid-stage Profound Illumination Emperors!

Alas, he’d yet to find an opportunity to prove it.

“You’re laughing?” Su Yi frowned slightly.

You Xue’s smile instantly receded, and she said softly, “Fellow Daoist, if you let me attack, I’ll attack. If you don’t, I won’t.”

She seemed as docile as a cat, and she carried herself humbly. She even seemed a bit meek.

The man in Confucian robes had mistaken her for a servant earlier because she was just too docile when she was with Su Yi. Looking at her, it was almost impossible to imagine that she was as terrifying as a deity when she fought.

Su Yi asked, “Do you know how Buddhists see the phrase ‘soul-stirring?’”

You Xue said earnestly, “Please enlighten me, Fellow Daoist.”

“It’s only by cutting off all means of escape and facing danger directly that a cultivator can truly understand the terror of...