Fourth-tier superior divine sense
Chen Yuan moved too fast; before Lin Qian could react, Wang Tian had already been killed.
“You... you can't kill me! My father is a True Lord, and my Revered Master is a Void Return Dao Lord! If I die, you won't survive either!”
Lin Qian's face was filled with terror as she threatened him, continuously backing away.
“I kill Direct Disciples as I please, let alone an Inner Sect Disciple like you.” Chen Yuan sneered, putting the heavenly feather zither back into his storage ring. He took a step forward, and the giant flaming Dragon in his hand condensed once more.
Seeing this, a cold glint flashed in Lin Qian's eyes. She threw a Talisman from her right hand toward Chen Yuan.
A Fourth Rank Talisman—the Destruction Talisman. Its explosive power was comparable to the full-strength blow of a True Lord at Perfection.
However, Chen Yuan treated it as nothing. A towering Dharma Idol appeared behind him. The golden Sky Dragon covered the sky and obscured the sun, annihilating the firmament.
The golden Dragon extended both claws simultaneously, clasped them together, and held the Destruction Talisman within its grasp.
“Boom!” The Talisman exploded within the giant claws, shaking the heavens and earth, yet it failed to inflict any damage on Chen Yuan.
Lin Qian had never seen such a terrifying scene. Her eyes widened like copper bells, and she was forced onto her knees by the terrifying aura. Her knees slammed heavily into the ground, becoming a bloody mess.
The stench of raw meat mixed with blood was extremely pungent.
Chen Yuan withdrew his Divine Ability and landed in front of Lin Qian.
Lin Qian no longer displayed her previous arrogance; her black hair was disheveled, and she looked utterly miserable.
“Kill me!” Lin Qian hissed in a low voice.
Her fists were tightly clenched, her fingernails digging deep into her flesh. She was a proud person and could not accept herself in such a wretched state.
“I will wait for you in the Underworld.” Lin Qian raised her eyes and glared fiercely at him, a Jade Slip secretly gripped in her right hand.
“Whoosh—” A fierce gale roared, and a Spiritual Qi blade shot out from Chen Yuan's hand, instantly severing Lin Qian's entire right arm!
“Ah!”
Blood sprayed wildly from her arm stump. Lin Qian felt suffocated by the pain in her shoulder, her face contorted in agony.
Chen Yuan stepped out with his right foot, using the Lingxu Step, and kicked off Lin Qian's head.
Lin Qian, deceased.
After dealing with Lin Qian, Chen Yuan collected the storage rings of all three individuals.
Immediately, flames rose from his right hand—the introductory Cultivation Technique for the Qi Refinement Stage, the Fireball Technique.
The flames scorched the earth and instantly incinerated the three bodies.
Chen Yuan leaped onto the cloud carriage, pulled the reins, and sped toward the Far North Land.
On the cloud carriage, Chen Yuan took out a Spirit Recovery Pill and swallowed it to restore the Spiritual Qi consumed by using his Divine Ability... Yunhai Prefecture, a majestic mountain, shrouded in immortal mist and rich in Spiritual Qi.
On the mountain peak, City Lord Wang Hongqing stepped out from a great formation, his eyes like those of a bloodthirsty beast.
The Soul Tablet of his son, Wang Tian, shattered in his hand. His son was dead, and the Divine Thought he had left behind had also vanished.
Wang Hongqing formed a hand seal with his right hand, and a strand of Divine Soul entered the Soul Tablet. Gradually, the image of a man clad in black, wearing a skull mask, unfolded like a scroll and imprinted itself upon his mind.
He stepped out, returning to the prefecture city. The True Lord's might pressed down upon the entire prefecture, causing many powers to tremble.
In an instant, a purple gourd appeared in his palm.
A Magic Treasure for tracking aura: The Spirit Rank Magic Treasure, Purple Azure Gourd.
He had infused the Jade Pendant left on his son with a trace of the Purple Azure Gourd's aura, used to capture the aura of the attacker.
In a flash, a wisp of purple Qi rose from the gourd and floated away, chasing toward the Far North Land.
A Nascent Soul Cultivator's maximum flying speed can reach eight thousand meters per second.
But Wang Hongqing was restricted by the Purple Azure Gourd, and his speed could only reach one three-hundredth of his maximum.
Over these three days, Chen Yuan's body was like a black hole. He consumed a total of four ningzhen pills, and through refining them, plus absorbing a hundred Mid-Grade Spirit Stones, he had advanced from the Early Stage of the Third Level to the Late Stage.
What if his Dantian was eight inches larger than others'? As long as he had enough Spirit Stones and Medicinal Pills, he could compete, or even surpass them.
Three days later, Chen Yuan arrived at the border city of the Far North Land—North Land City. Its City Lord was a genuine Nascent Soul True Lord.
To enter the Hanyuan Mountain Range, one must pass through North Land City.
Chen Yuan jumped off the cloud carriage, stored it in the System Space, and led the Fire Cloud Steed in through the south gate of the city.
After paying two Low-Grade Spirit Stones, Chen Yuan smoothly entered the city.
Inside the city, there were carved beams and painted rafters, and traffic flowed endlessly, with vendors' cries constantly ringing out on both sides.
Needless to say, a Fifth Rank City, guarded by a True Lord, had Foundation Establishment Cultivators everywhere, and Golden Core Immortal Masters were not rare.
Chen Yuan led the Fire Cloud Steed to the Fire Cloud Merchant Guild, handed the reins to the Gate Attendant, and then tossed over a Storage Pouch.
“Boarding for five days. Here are fifty Mid-Grade Spirit Stones. Feed this precious horse the best fodder.”
The Gate Attendant took the Storage Pouch and quickly nodded in respectful agreement.
“The Storage Pouch is your reward,” Chen Yuan said calmly.
“Thank you, sir, thank you!” The Gate Attendant's eyes lit up. A Storage Pouch was something only Disciples from large Families could afford, and it could be sold for a good amount of Spirit Stones.
“Sir, our Fire Cloud Merchant Guild not only offers boarding services but also sells a lot of intelligence. I can tell you're from out of town. We have intelligence on the surrounding Hundred Countries.”
The Gate Attendant led Chen Yuan into the merchant guild's VIP Area, giving a cheerful introduction.
Chen Yuan pondered for a moment and asked, “How many Spirit Stones does a copy of the intelligence regarding North Land City and its surroundings cost?”
“Sir, this intelligence isn't worth much, only one hundred Low-Grade Spirit Stones.
Locals know a thing or two, but our Fire Cloud Merchant Guild's intelligence is just more accurate!”
“Then give me a copy!” Chen Yuan said slowly.
“Right away!” The Gate Attendant respectfully replied, then went to prepare the intelligence.
At this moment, Chen Yuan asked the System, “System, do you have a Cultivation Technique for cultivating Divine Sense?”
Divine Sense ranks range from Rank One to Rank Nine. Nascent Soul-level Divine Sense starts at Rank Four.
Moreover, cultivating Divine Sense requires enduring immense suffering. A Golden Core Cultivator can, at most, Cultivate their Divine Sense to Rank Three.
Rank Four is almost impossible to achieve, unless the person possesses exceptional talent in Divine Sense.
[Ding, yes, Host.]
Immediately, a light blue Screen of Light appeared before Chen Yuan.
Chen Yuan glanced at his Emotional Value balance, which was exactly thirty thousand.
He could purchase an Earth Rank Divine Sense Technique—the Sea of Consciousness Art. Cultivating it to Perfection could achieve Fourth Rank High Grade Divine Sense, comparable to the Divine Sense of the Late Nascent Soul stage.
“System, purchase the Sea of Consciousness Art.”
[Ding, purchase successful. Thirty thousand Emotional Value deducted.
The Cultivation Technique has been stored in the System Space. The System can integrate it for the Host at any time.]
“Begin Fusion.” Chen Yuan gave the command.
In an instant, Chen Yuan's Divine Soul was pulled into another space, and ferocious flames scorched beneath him.
Chen Yuan clearly felt the change in his Divine Soul; his soul body was becoming increasingly solid.
If the System hadn't helped, the Roaring Fire Dragon might have burned his Divine Soul to ashes.
The burning lasted a full forty-nine days, yet only a moment passed in the outside world.
Fourth Rank High Grade Divine Sense, achieved!
A golden light burst from Chen Yuan's pupils. His Divine Sense left his body, probing an area of a hundred miles. Chen Yuan clearly overheard the intimate, flirtatious words exchanged between a man and a woman in the tavern across the street.
Before long, the Gate Attendant returned to the VIP Area holding a tray. On the tray lay a jade green Jade Slip.
Chen Yuan took out a Mid-Grade Spirit Stone and placed it on the tray, then picked up the Jade Slip and held it in his hand.
A stream of information flowed from the Jade Slip into Chen Yuan's Sea of Consciousness.
The City Lord of North Land City is named Zhuang Qinghe, whom the world respectfully calls True Lord Qing He.
Within ten thousand miles of the Far North Land, there are thousands of Sects, large and small. The most famous one in this region is the Fourth Rank Sect, Ancient Immortal Sect, located in the Futian Mountain Range thirty miles away. Its Sect Master is a Great Cultivator at the Soul Transformation Stage.