Chapter 147: Let's Just Call It Divine Ability

The Six Suns Study again?

Ruan Xing was stunned.

She still remembered that the World Tree of the Six Suns Study was still invisibly shackling her thoughts, preventing her from speaking of that experience in the Mortal Dynasty. Such mysterious and unfathomable means—even though Ruan Xing had now reached the Golden Core Stage and possessed much more hearsay and knowledge about the world of Cultivation, she still did not know how they managed to do it.

This made her very wary.

Moreover, Demon Lord, Fairy Sister, and Hu San were still relying on the protection of the barrier within the Mortal Dynasty; she dared not act rashly.

It was just... had the Six Suns Study been able to mass-produce Golden Core Cultivators like a factory decades ago? When she left the Mortal Dynasty with the help of the Black Eagle, why was it that the Six Suns Study she learned of only had a dozen or so Golden Cores and one Nascent Soul?

Where did all those extra Golden Core Cultivators go? Ruan Xing thought for a long time but could not come to any conclusion. In any case, when she had the ability to deal with the World Tree, she would definitely have to go back once more; any questions could be resolved then.

She looked at the tiny figure in her hand and tossed it aside, "You may go."

The tiny figure was first incredulous, then ecstatic. He had not expected Ruan Xing to actually let him go again, and he hurriedly fled.

In the pit, rubble and soil were mixed together. Ruan Xing used her Sword to rake through the blood-stained soil and found Xu Shengping's Storage Bag. To her pleasant surprise, the Storage Bag was not damaged.

It was just that the owner of the Divine Sense on the Storage Bag was not yet dead, and since her cultivation was not a full major realm higher than his, she could not force it open.

The tiny figure was no longer visible to her Divine Sense or the naked eye. Ruan Xing tilted her head to think, reached out, and grabbed; the ball of light appeared once more.

"What exactly do you want! What is your cultivation, and what kind of Magic Art is this? Senior, can you stop toying with me? If you are unwilling to let me go, just shatter my Nascent Soul!" The tiny figure was already on the verge of a breakdown.

Because of the concealment of the Mask Artifact, the cultivation Ruan Xing displayed was only at the Foundation Establishment Stage, but the tiny figure was not stupid. How could a Foundation Establishment cultivator have such means? He concluded that the other party's cultivation was definitely not as low as it appeared, at least only slightly lower than his own, because Ruan Xing had used Xu Shengwen's Puppet to disrupt his state of mind before launching a sneak attack. Therefore, Xu Shengping believed this person's cultivation was likely insufficient to face him head-on.

But after running away several times only to be inexplicably dragged back, he lost confidence in his judgment and simply assumed the other party was a high-level but psychopathic Demon Cultivator.

He no longer had a physical body or Spirit Bone and could not absorb the Spirit Qi of the mortal world to circulate his meridians. Relying solely on the remaining Spiritual Power in his Nascent Soul, flying back to the Central Province within two days would be more than enough. But if this Demon Cultivator played the "catch and release" game a few more times, the Spiritual Power within his Nascent Soul would likely struggle to even make it out of Nanzhou. Not to mention, it would be fine if the journey went smoothly, but if he encountered other ill-intentioned Cultivators...

The tiny figure could not help but shudder, feeling a sense of despair.

Ruan Xing coughed twice, "Sorry, I can't open this Storage Bag of yours."

The tiny figure, with dull eyes, wiped his Divine Sense imprint off the Storage Bag.

Ruan Xing waved her hand and let the tiny figure go again, but this time, the tiny figure was not as eager as the first two times; instead, he took three steps while looking back, wary of Ruan Xing grabbing him back.

Ruan Xing, however, was focused on lowering her head to inspect the valuables inside the Storage Bag.

All the Dharma Artifacts had been used by Xu Shengping to defend against the Self-destruct Puppet, so there were not many left in the Storage Bag. The Spirit Stones, which Ruan Xing cared about most, were quite numerous: fifty Mid-grade Spirit Stones and over ten thousand Low-grade Spirit Stones.

"You are a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator, how do you have so few Spirit Stones?" Ruan Xing could not help but sigh and mutter.

It was fortunate that the tiny figure had already gone far away, otherwise he would have vomited blood upon hearing this.

Besides that, there were a few bottles of Pills for cultivation, a few Jade Slips, and some Mysterious-grade materials; she did not know what Xu Shengping had collected them for.

She took out the Jade Slips and probed them with her Divine Sense, only to make a pleasant discovery.

A few Magic Arts, and the Tongxuan Scripture for the Nascent Soul Stage! "An unexpected joy!" Ruan Xing happily put all these things away, "Truly, it was effortless to obtain."

She had originally wanted to ask the Nanzhou Sect Leader, but she had not expected Xu Shengping to be so unguarded as to keep the Jade Slips in his own Storage Bag! But then again... how could sect technique Jade Slips be more important than one's own life?

Ruan Xing happily reached out and grabbed; she squeezed the ball of light hard a few times.

The tiny figure was already slumped there, making no sound.

It did not even want to ask for the reason; it just wanted to wait for this demon to finish playing and give it a quick end.

Ruan Xing was not playing; she was just practicing this inexplicably acquired Magic Art.

After the tiny figure's several involuntary cooperations, Ruan Xing had already grasped some of the knack. This Magic Art, which required no Spiritual Power, no hand seals, no incantations, and did not even appear on the character panel, was related to space.

She only needed to imagine the item she wanted in her mind, and she could take it into her hand from a thousand meters away.

The maximum distance was not yet certain, as the furthest she had grabbed the tiny figure was a range of five kilometers.

It was also uncertain whether she could obtain items if the target was within an array, a Secret Realm, or blocked by a barrier.

If she could, then wouldn't the things in other people's Storage Bags... *cough cough*, no, one must still have a bottom line.

Ruan Xing understood that she had not suddenly eaten spinach and become stronger, but rather that she had a grasp of this space-type Magic Art that was different from ordinary people. When she used it, it felt as if it were not a Magic Art at all, but as simple as using her hand to pick up a teacup in front of her.

But... the insights into space-time Magic Arts left behind by Guangyou Xianjun also required Spiritual Power and incantations, so why did she not need them? Could it be a bonus from the Simulator upgrade? There should be other uses and development methods for this kind of space-time Magic Art, but her strength was still too weak to fully comprehend that memory. Currently, she only had this one "reaching into a bag to take an object" Magic Art available, and she needed to practice more to become more proficient.

Ruan Xing was just about to throw the ball of light out to practice a few more times when she suddenly saw several Sword lights rising in the distance.

Presumably, two nearby sects had heard the explosion just now and had come to investigate. However, since their two Nascent Soul Stage cultivators had already returned to report the news, they likely knew that a Spirit Severing Dao Lord from the Xuanbing Sect was here, so the Sword lights were not flying very urgently.

It was just that Ruan Xing did not want to stay here and confront them.

She took out the Ten Thousand Soul Banner, this small Flag; it was her only High-grade Magical Tool, and it was a tool capable of binding souls, otherwise she really would not have known where to put the ball of light.

With a wave of the Flag, the ball of light screamed and was sucked inside. Ruan Xing put the Triangle Flag into her Storage Bag, took hold of Sword Lai's hand, and whispered, "Let's go!"

Sword Lai then took Ruan Xing into the Invisibility Channel, took a few steps forward, and arrived a mile away, where they had just placed the Nanzhou Sect Leader.

Ruan Xing had Sword Lai carry the Nanzhou Sect Leader into the Invisibility Channel, while she herself steered the Flying Sword, and the three of them flew off in another direction. After flying for a distance, seeing that no one was chasing them from behind, she signaled Sword Lai to stop.

The three landed in a mountain forest. Ruan Xing felt the Nanzhou Sect Leader's pulse; he still had breath and a heartbeat, so she took a Healing Pill and fed it to him.

It was just that his meridians were severed, and he could not circulate his energy to regulate his breath on his own. Ruan Xing channeled a wisp of Spiritual Power into his body to help circulate and dissolve the medicinal power. Perhaps because he was severely injured, Ruan Xing's Spiritual Power encountered no resistance when it entered.

After a moment, the brows he had been knitting in his coma slightly relaxed, and his eyes opened a slit, looking with some astonishment at the strange male cultivator before him. Ruan Xing directly removed her external disguise, restored her appearance as a little girl, and asked with some concern in the other's astonished gaze: "Sect Leader, are you alright?"

"Thank you, but you shouldn't be here. Since you have already entered the Central Province, with that person shielding you, you should have no worries about your cultivation; why come and muddy these waters... My Spirit Bone is destroyed, my meridians are all severed, even if you waste Pills to save me, it would be worse than death. Just find a place with nice mountains and clear waters and dump me there," he said with some difficulty, blood foam spilling from the corners of his lips.

"But I do not have no worries about my cultivation," Ruan Xing said silently, "Although Qinghong Zhenjun accepted the bamboo leaf, she did not treat me sincerely."

Hearing this, the Sect Leader sighed, "I expected as much... Back then, I urged my Junior Brother to use this favor early to exchange for a Longevity Pill, but he refused, fearing it would trouble the other party. Dragging it out until now, who knows how much of the old sentiment that person has left."

His pupils were already somewhat unfocused as he rambled about the old events of the past. When Qinghong Zhenjun was still an ordinary Inner Sect Disciple, she became close with Qingping Xianzi because she had guided her into the sect, and thus she was able to be taken under the tutelage of Guangyou Xianjun. At the same time, she and Elder Wen had mutual feelings and agreed to become Dao companions once they both reached the Nascent Soul Stage. Qinghong Zhenjun was older and was about to reach the end of her lifespan while still at the Golden Core Stage, so Guangyou Xianjun bestowed a Longevity Pill upon her. Later, Elder Wen obtained a fortuitous encounter and had a high chance of ascending to the Nascent Soul Stage, but he gave it to Qinghong Zhenjun.

Not long after Qinghong Zhenjun reached the Nascent Soul Stage, the sect had friction with the Heavenly Sword Sect. The Sect Leader and Elder Wen were sent together to handle it, and Elder Wen was seriously injured during this mission, his Spirit Bone damaged, and from then on he had no chance of promotion. The agreement between the two became like duckweed in the wind, scattering at a single blow. The fortuitous encounter that was originally given to Qinghong Zhenjun turned into a favor of a bamboo leaf.

His voice grew weaker and weaker. Ruan Xing asked softly, "Do you have any last wishes?"

"Last wishes? No, none..." The Sect Leader closed his eyes, "I only regret having joined the Xuanbing Sect in the first place..."

His pale complexion froze, and he stopped breathing.

Although Ruan Xing very much wanted an extra Nascent Soul Stage Puppet, the Sect Leader had never harmed her and had even helped her several times; it was truly not right to go against his wishes.

After a long silence, Ruan Xing gave up her idea and ended this Simulation.

In reality, she had just walked out of the entrance of Wanbao Tower.

She immediately entered the Simulation again; having just witnessed the way the Sect Leader died, her heart was filled with a sense of stifled frustration, and if she didn't vent it, she feared she wouldn't feel at ease.

Since she entered the world of Cultivation, she didn't know if it was because she was too unlucky, but those who held goodwill toward her were few and far between, and now two more were about to die.

She might not be able to save the Sect Leader, but she should be able to save Old Man Wen, right!?

As her Flying Sword sped along, by the time she arrived outside the space-time rift, Qingyuan Daojun and the Sect Leader had just begun to fight.

It was a pity that she could not contend with the Transformation Stage Qingyuan Daojun; to act rashly would only be throwing away another life.

She no longer had the key to enter the Juelin Zhidi at will, either.

Taking advantage of the moment the two Nascent Soul Cultivators inside the barrier opened it, Ruan Xing transformed into a streak of light and flew straight out, actually reacting a step faster than Xu Shengping and Peak Master Cheng.

It was just that her goal was different from theirs; she dove headlong into the space-time rift, and because of the suction force of the rift, even if others wanted to stop her, they could not.

"Who is that person?" Peak Master Cheng asked, surprised and confused.

He was someone who knew the truth about the space-time rift and did not understand why someone would blindly rush in to seek death.

Xu Shengping took a glance, "Why bother with them? They think there's a great opportunity even when death is at the doorstep."

"That's true." Peak Master Cheng nodded and waved his hand to use his Spirit Tool, the Gold-Woven Net, "I will use the Spirit Tool to gather the rift and the suction force within it, then use the sealing Magic Art together."

"Good."

The two were busy with the sealing, while Ruan Xing had already entered the familiar phase of falling.

Taking out a parachute, Ruan Xing used her Divine Sense to determine her location; through several explorations in the Simulations, she already had a great understanding of this Juelin Zhidi, and at least in terms of general direction, she was certain she would not get lost.

While floating in mid-air using the parachute, Ruan Xing reached out and grabbed, and the falling Flying Sword returned to her hand.

Raising an eyebrow, Ruan Xing pondered: "Sure enough, Magic Arts that do not require Spiritual Power can be used in this world."

Perhaps it shouldn't be called a Magic Art; it should be called a Divine Ability.

She flew straight toward the place where she had previously encountered Elder Wen.

The day was still early, and Elder Wen was still leisurely looking for intact houses; Ruan Xing put away her parachute and ran toward him, and Elder Wen was startled when he saw her, acting polite yet vigilant: "Which fellow Daoist are you?"

He didn't remember this person among the other fourteen Cultivators! Ruan Xing was too anxious and had forgotten that she was currently using Wang Zhi's appearance.

It was just that since she couldn't use Spiritual Power, she couldn't remove the disguise on her body either; her eyes rolled, and she loudly began to speak of the old stories about Elder Wen that the Sect Leader had told her before.

"Stop, stop, stop!" Elder Wen's face darkened, "How do you know these things? What did you come here for?"

"No time to explain, come with me!" Ruan Xing urgently grabbed Elder Wen's arm and dragged him toward the center of the Juelin Zhidi, "I'll tell you as we go."

Elder Wen was completely bewildered and belatedly reminded her: "It is best not to use Divine Sense constantly here, otherwise there will be..."

"Juelin Chong, right? I know." Ruan Xing shook her head and said: "Those romantic affairs of yours just now were told to me by the Sect Leader; I am here to save you."

"Impossible." Elder Wen laughed in spite of himself, "Before coming, my Senior Brother and I had already confirmed that this trip was a life-and-death ordeal, and there was a high probability we wouldn't make it out alive. Although I didn't expect it to be the Juelin Zhidi, I came voluntarily; I didn't want to drag my Senior Brother down with this broken body anymore, so he couldn't have sent someone to save me."

That was a miscalculation.

No wonder the Sect Leader didn't mention this in his last words.

"Then do you not want to go out?" Ruan Xing asked, puzzled: "Even if you don't have many good years left to live, going out to enjoy the fireworks of the human world is better than suffering in this godforsaken place, right?"

According to the memories of Guangyou Xianjun, one could survive normally in the Juelin Zhidi by forgetting one's most important matters, but this itself was extremely difficult, not to mention that it was easy to become a madman after a long time; the only way to get out was to sever one's Divine Sense.

Ruan Xing didn't know if the Simulation where she didn't sever her Divine Sense had succeeded in getting out, but if she didn't try, how could she give up? If Old Man Wen couldn't get out without severing his Divine Sense, she would just have to accept her fate and not waste the effort.

Eh, wait, that's not right?

She wouldn't sleep for another three hundred days, would she!?

If she had known, she would have used Text Simulation!

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