Chapter 152: A Sudden Thought

“Still fighting...” Ji Tianxin sighed.

It seemed that A Yan truly possessed exceptional talent. If he could spar with his master for so long without being completely overwhelmed, then A Yan’s cultivation and potential must exceed her expectations.

She could not discern Sikou Yan’s cultivation level. Just like in this world, for martial artists above the Realization Stage, unless they deliberately reveal their aura, their true strength remains undetectable.

However, she could sense a rough estimate of the cultivation tier and whether it was above or below her.

A Yan’s cultivation must be above the Realization Stage. Yet, the feeling he gave was like a cup of wine—clear, mild, and steady—without any overwhelming superiority or inferiority compared to her.

Therefore... it was very likely that A Yan’s cultivation was roughly on par with hers.

Ji Tianxin was slightly surprised but muttered softly, “Still can’t beat me…”

In truth, whether facing someone of equal cultivation or even those within three tiers above her, she was not necessarily at a disadvantage in combat.

Because she was not a pure martial artist, and her cultivation path was not purely martial.

She had her own Way, a path of cultivation she had comprehended over ten thousand years.

Moreover, her primordial spirit was incredibly strong. As long as her primordial spirit endured, she would be immortal and indestructible.

As far as she knew, no one on the Tianwu Continent had yet formed a primordial spirit.

This was a continent of martial artists.

In the realm she originally came from, martial cultivation had long been abandoned and rejected.

Yet Ji Tianxin found that the thinner the spiritual energy, the more suitable the place was for martial cultivation. If one could break through the laws of this world in such harsh environments, the heights attainable in the future would be immeasurable.

Hmm...

Suddenly, a thought came to her.

Why not cultivate a group of martial artists? Then, upon returning to the Divine Realm, she wouldn't have to fight personally anymore...

This idea flickered through Ji Tianxin’s mind as she felt slightly intoxicated.

But it was just a passing thought, quickly discarded. She moved her body and flew toward the eaves beneath the crescent moon.

The flowing light around her seemed to shimmer with a radiant glow, and her gown trailed a faint gleam in the air.

Her toes lightly touched the tiles, making no sound except for the faint jingling of her rings and bells.

With a gentle sweep of her wide sleeves, she sat down on the eaves and then lay back on the rooftop, folding her small hands over her chest as she closed her eyes and fell asleep.

In another courtyard, Ji Yucheng paced anxiously back and forth.

“When will the Chen family finally arrive!” Ji Yucheng slammed his palm onto the stone table in anger.

The maidservant was startled and retreated several steps.

“That useless brother of mine must have been bewitched by that little demon, forgetting even mother’s hatred,” Ji Yucheng cursed viciously.

“General!” the maid cried out in surprise.

Ji Yucheng immediately stood up. Seeing Ji Huaili enter with others, she hesitated for a moment.

But since her father hadn’t visited her alone for a long time, she felt a touch of joy.

Sure enough, father still cared for her.

“Father, why did you bring people here?” Ji Yucheng smiled and stepped forward.

Ji Huaili glared coldly at her, strode over, and slapped Ji Yucheng’s face hard.

“Smack!”