Volume One, Chapter 79: Spiritual Sense Assault

The moment his words fell, Ji Die suddenly felt every hair on his body stand on end, as though a tremendous crisis was descending upon him. His face was filled with shock and uncertainty, and he immediately retreated at lightning speed, placing absolute trust in his instincts.

This heightened alertness made the blue-robed cultivator raise an eyebrow in surprise, but as for retreating now—was it too late?

“Do you think you can escape?” he sneered, shaking his head. His entire demeanor shifted, and in an instant, his gaze sharpened with a blade-like edge. An invisible sword, forged from his spiritual sense, stabbed fiercely toward Ji Die’s sea of consciousness.

It was a secret technique he had acquired by chance, capable of condensing his own spiritual awareness into a razor-sharp blade that could attack another’s sea of consciousness. Its effectiveness in surprise attacks was exceptional; as long as the other was within his spiritual domain...

Listening to my words, Shangguan Xiong fell silent, then suddenly lunged forward, arrowing toward the old fox.

The development of Deer Call Spring Group was steadily heading in the right direction. Next month, branches would open one after another in the capitals of various provinces, averaging one to two new locations each month. The chef training class had already begun its third session. If things continued like this, it would become her main source of economic revenue.

She needed to carefully recall the events that happened in an instant, remembering every detail without omission, to fully reconstruct the scene and find a possible escape from the prison.

“Thank you for coming all the way to deliver the invitation. I wish you happiness,” Yang Zekun said, a faint smile on his face—neither deep nor shallow, tinged with some melancholy, yet also a sense of relief.

“Even if we kill Yi Xin Chang Shu, under the current rules of heaven and earth, neither you nor I can advance any further,” Chu Feng said.

Smooth, slightly cool fingers brushed my forehead, then shifted to my wrist, feeling my pulse. A warm object radiating gentle heat lightly pressed against my face—no, it was my ear. A subtle voice whispered into it.

Moreover, the tens of thousands of native residents of Mole City, though fierce in their attacks, failed to form any organized tactic—archers shot, axemen hacked, cavalry thrust, priests healed—but all was chaotic, disordered, and scattered.

Those who knew its nature understood, while those who didn’t continued to struggle for survival.

Starlight did not understand. In fact, not only him, but many other chess masters who had lived far longer could not answer this question either. With a heart full of confusion and longing, Starlight gradually leaned against the bed and drifted into sleep.

After much effort, Li Er finally finished the task. When he closed the door, he was drenched in sweat.

Meanwhile, Kadefi discussed with his subordinates how to deploy Lü Bu’s troops, and whether they should seek aid from Rome and Parthia. Suddenly, a report came in: thirty thousand Qin soldiers were attacking outside the city, challenging them at the camp’s gates.

“Uncover his blanket!” Qin Yamei cried out with unusual excitement. After returning from Europe, she had spent some time visiting family, only just coming back in the past two days.

It turned out this fellow had devoured Master Mo’s physical body, but after half a day, he could not dissolve the Buddhist treasure within, causing him great discomfort in his stomach, and he had no choice but to vomit it out.

At that moment, above the Western United Fleet ship, four thunderballs hovered in the air as countless lightning serpents danced around them, making the sky appear like a web woven of electricity—imposing and terrifying.

She hadn’t tasted even a single piece yet, while the Jade Emperor and Queen Mother had already eaten a thousand, claiming it wasn’t enough to fill the gap between their teeth.

When she saw Qiu Li silently shaking his head again, she suddenly drew a dagger and stabbed it toward her brow.

Next, Brother Qiang explained the preparations to the group—such as the weapons to use in a fight, and how to assign their manpower.

The most common good deeds—helping an old lady cross the street, or turning in found money to the police.

He said nothing else. He would never admit that, under their watch, Ye Fei—a cultivator of the Nascent Soul stage—had managed to escape.

Only later did she realize that every item in this room had been carefully chosen for her by Mo Chuan himself.

“Don’t be afraid. I mean you no harm.” With each step he repeated these words. Lan Ke gave him no cues, but he still tried to release goodwill from the depths of his heart.

He was airborne, yet suddenly let go, dropping the half-ball of “Celestial Dew,” stained with spiritual blood, directly toward the gap below.

Wuji the Old Monster sought out this farmer only because, during his search for medicinal herbs like gastrodia, the farmer had encountered Wolf Nine on the mountain.

Sun Hongying had withstood a blow from a wandering immortal of the fourth tribulation. She was naturally in agony, her entire shoulder shattered, with half of it gone.

But Daoist Dingshan did not withdraw his sword finger. Instead, under the gaze of Lin Lang and Xia Yuet, he pointed directly at a glass cup on the table.

Lin Lang had already anticipated, on the way here, that Jiang Lingling would surely scold him for cheating in the exam.

Su Hang had no idea that, in Zhou Hongjun’s mind, his level of dread had risen yet another notch. He walked side by side with Dai Xinyuan, discussing matters of the Realm of Immortal Mourning.

Though humanity is valued now, sometimes, in certain places, it is impossible to achieve absolute benevolence.

The genuine sensation reminded her of right and wrong. Her hands were empty, and guilt surged toward her from all directions, penetrating every pore.

Afraid of disturbing Zhang Tiegen, she hurried out of the room to answer the call—it was the legal affairs minister who had attended the bidding conference in her stead.

Chief Matsuda’s words deeply captivated General Nanjiro. He trusted the staff’s judgment, which was both reasonable and well-founded. Otherwise, he could not explain why the Independent Division, which had been advancing smoothly toward Fengtian, was no longer attacking in that direction.

Lan Ling’er turned her head and met Han Xiluo’s gaze. Han Xiluo opened his mouth and spoke two words. Lan Ling’er nodded, then flew to Lady Li’s side. Before anyone could react, she pressed a point on Qing Rou’s chest.