Jaune was genuinely confused by the beautiful woman's question. He had no "cultivation technique"—only the meditation method Pearl had taught him to manage his inner power.
"I don't know what you are talking about,"
Jaune said honestly, crossing his arms.
The woman narrowed her eyes, clearly not believing him. She decided to use force.
With a slight shift in her demeanor, she pushed out her profound cultivation energy.
The temperature in the grand guest room immediately plummeted.
Fine crystals of ice began to form on the walls and furniture, coating everything in a delicate, white frost.
However, even though the room was being frozen, Jaune wasn't affected at all.
His Flood Dragon God Physical Body was highly resistant to elemental extremes, and his internal heat production was immense.
He just stood there, looking at the freezing room with a confused expression.
"???"
Jaune was utterly baffled. Was this supposed to hurt?
When the woman saw that Jaune was truly, visibly confused, her expression softened slightly.
She knew that he must have either learned this technique by accident, or someone incredibly powerful taught him without explaining its divine origin.
The possibility of him having an intimate relationship with someone inside her Immortal Palace was impossible; their members were sworn to chastity and seclusion.
"Show me how you circulated your qi,"
The woman demanded, replacing her forceful aura with urgent curiosity.
Jaune didn't see a reason to refuse.
He just did what she asked, focusing his Aura and his natural energy in the way he had practiced every morning.
A faint, internal golden glow pulsed around him, accompanied by the distinct, low hum of Golden Lightning energy, completely different from the Profound Energy of this world.
"Lightning… but not ice…"
This time, it was the woman who was truly confused.
"Ice… wait a minute. Do you mean my meditation techniques?"
Jaune asked, suddenly realizing the connection.
He then performed a small, controlled version of the meditative movements Pearl had taught him—the specific qi circulation pattern meant to calm the Dragon God.
The woman's eyes went wide, reflecting the sudden flash of recognition and shock.
What Jaune demonstrated was a method of energy circulation that was far beyond even her Sect's core technique.
It was impossibly efficient, calming, and strengthening.
"It isn't my Immortal Palace cultivation art... but something far beyond that,"
She murmured, her gaze turning from one of suspicion to one of intense veneration.
The woman then spoke to him again, her voice now authoritative, but tinged with desperation.
"Come with me to my sect, to the Immortal Palace."
Jaune shook his head immediately.
"No, I will not go anywhere with you."
He still had a mission to complete and friends to take care of here.
The woman narrowed her eyes, her desperation overriding her caution.
She tried to push a non-lethal Profound Energy field onto him, attempting to force his compliance.
But Jaune was already warned by a subtle mental text from Ciel to evade the moment he felt pressure.
Jaune became a flash of Golden Lightning and escaped her grasp with ridiculous ease.
He might not have the raw cultivation base (Nascent Profound Realm) to match her (Sky Profound Realm), but his overall power and the sheer physics-defying speed of his Flood Dragon God Body made him untouchable.
"What—"
The woman was utterly shocked to see his speed.
His movement wasn't merely fast; it seemed to cut through space itself.
Jaune couldn't be caught if he didn't want to be.
The tense game of chasing—Jaune zipping around the courtyard in flashes of gold while the woman tried to intercept him—quickly ended.
Realizing the futility of force, the woman stopped, her expression now one of pleading.
She needed him. She needed his cultivation technique.
"Please, Young Master,"
She addressed him formally.
"I need you to help my sect. With that cultivation technique, you could solve a core stagnation problem that is plaguing my Immortal Palace."
Jaune stopped and landed gently on the ground.
"You can just ask. Why the need for such a forceful way?"
The woman sighed, regaining her composure.
"You are not a cultivator, are you? If you were a cultivator from a big sect, you wouldn't speak like that. Most powerful practitioners in this world only respect strength and take what they want."
She could now clearly tell that Jaune might not be a traditional cultivator.
His power and technique didn't rely on profound energy alone but on something else entirely—a raw, pure energy she had never encountered before.