Chapter 595

Beneath the silence, Xu San and Xu Si walked out of the small courtyard side by side.

They left the place to the three middle-schoolers with abnormal thought patterns.

“Xu Si, keep watching those suspicious bastards. Don’t let them get a chance to do anything.”

Xu San took a deep breath and gave the order.

Compared to his innate psychokinesis, Xu Si’s cultivated human magnetic field was far better suited for covert surveillance.

“Leave it to me.”

Xu Si lit another cigarette, shoved it into his mouth, and savored the nicotine spreading through his mouth and lungs as he nodded.

Then, with noticeable regret, he said:

“It’s a pity my human magnetism hasn’t reached the level where I can distinguish individual magnetic signatures.”

“Otherwise, how could the Full Nature deviants possibly hide their domain-poison disguises from me?”

The sun, moon, stars, heavens, earth, mountains, and rivers all possess their own magnetic fields,

as dictated by electromagnetism—one of the four fundamental forces of the universe.

Though far smaller than these cosmic entities, the human body still generates its own magnetic field,

and each individual’s field is unique, just like their genes,

a more definitive identifier than fingerprints or iris patterns.

Domain Poison’s disguise technique can alter appearance, but struggles to change the human magnetic field.

Yet this magnetic field is far weaker than the grand magnetic fields of heaven and earth,

and among all who cultivate human magnetism, very few have achieved the ability to sense individual signatures.

“Don’t be discouraged—my father trained his whole life and never reached this level either.”

“Right now, the only one who’s likely achieved it is Li Muxuan, the Full Nature Evil Child, who’s vanished from public view,

but probably hiding on the Immortal Island Naisen.”

Xu San noticed the disappointment and resentment in Xu Si’s voice and offered comfort.

“Li Muxuan, the Full Nature Evil Child, hmph.”

Xu Si grunted twice and said nothing more.

Though he believed he had some talent, he wasn’t arrogant enough to think he could match Li Muxuan now.

Not to mention Li Muxuan is over a hundred years old—more than sixty years his senior,

a senior from the generation of the Grand Celestial Master, the Lu Clan Lord, and the Lu Clan Lord,

with training time multiplied many times over.

Even in raw talent, Li Muxuan was unquestionably superior.

Others might know little of the Full Nature Evil Child, since he’s been inactive for years;

but their father, Xu Xiang, cultivated human magnetism too, with deep ties to Li Muxuan’s lineage.

As a senior in human magnetism, Xu Xiang had shared many stories about Li Muxuan.

This elder was eccentric—that’s why he earned the title “Full Nature Evil Child.”

Yet his talent was recognized by Zu Ruotong, the sect master of the Three Ones Sect, known as the “Great Fulfillment Immortal.”

Had it not been for certain upheavals, Li Muxuan wouldn’t be a Full Nature demon,

but a pillar supporting one of the great sects of the Immortal world.

In terms of raw talent alone, among his generation of immortals,

only the Grand Celestial Master—who hits anyone with a single slap—could firmly surpass him;

the Lu Clan Lord, the Lu Clan Lord, and the Wang Clan Lord were at most his equals,

and possibly even inferior.

Translated to today, Li Muxuan’s talent would place him squarely among the top tier of his peers, like Zhang Lingyu and Zhuge Qing.

“I’m off,” Xu Si said listlessly, waving his hand and walking away with casual grace.

“That kid.”

Watching Xu Si’s retreating back, Xu San sighed and shook his head.

Though Xu San was now stuck in a bottleneck with human magnetism, with no visible progress in sight,

he was still far ahead of Xu Si, the innate psychic with awakened psychokinesis.

Xu Si’s bottleneck could be overcome with time—perhaps just a few years—but Xu San’s psychokinesis was permanently fixed.

Over the years, he’d only grown more skilled and developed more techniques,

yet his power’s strength had increased barely at all.

Innate immortals awaken one ability at birth—or rather, only those who awaken an ability at birth are true innate immortals.

Their innate ability grants them strong combat potential early on, making them nearly invincible in the beginning;

but later, innate immortals often stagnate, overtaken by late-blooming, self-cultivated postnatal immortals.

After awakening, innate immortals automatically form a circulatory system within the Eight Extraordinary Meridians,

making it nearly impossible to find suitable cultivation methods, forcing them to rely on their own trial and error and innovation.

How could the average innate immortal’s intellect compare to the ancient sages who created the foundational cultivation arts?

Thinking of this, Xu San grew even more envious of Zhang Jie.

To awaken an innate ability that perfectly matches a cultivation method—combining innate and postnatal—

often results in more than the sum of its parts, truly like adding wings to a tiger.

As he thought, Xu San rubbed his temples: “Worrying about this won’t help.

I must find the hidden Full Nature demons before the Luotian Great Rite—can’t let them cause trouble there.”

His eyes behind the black-rimmed glasses regained their former sharpness.

‘Didn’t expect Third Brother has such troubles.’

In the small courtyard, Zhang Jie raised an eyebrow.

Though he didn’t pry into others’ private habits and deliberately narrowed his perception range,

Xu San and Xu Si’s conversation, along with their subtle facial expressions, escaped Zhang Jie’s notice.

‘Should I teach Third Brother a cultivation method?’

He stroked his chin, lost in thought.

Xu Si’s issue doesn’t matter—ordinary cultivators often hit bottlenecks, stuck for months, years, even decades.

Only someone like me, who breaks through like eating and drinking, is abnormal.

Xu Si’s bottleneck isn’t severe enough to trap him for decades without progress;

probably just one or two years—extra time to deepen his foundation won’t hurt.

But Xu San’s problem is serious. As an innate immortal,

even with the company’s resources, he’s never found a suitable lineage to cultivate,

forced to rely on half-hearted meditation techniques, visualization methods,

or mere physical exercises—nowhere near a qualitative leap.

This isn’t just his problem; most other innate immortals are the same.

Lu Linglong of the Lu Clan, whose innate ability controls blood, can only train in the Quanzhen Sect, seeking indirect enlightenment.

Xia He can manipulate erotic qi, yet can’t even control it herself;

since awakening, she’s been permanently open, a walking aphrodisiac,

driving any man with weak willpower mad, bringing her childhood endless misfortune.

Zhang Jie had seen her on the observation platform:

she’d disguised herself as a bearded, overweight middle-aged man,

yet still, several male immortals with poor self-control fell under her power,

becoming sycophants, fawning over her, as if ready to tear out their hearts.

This horrified the other spectators with normal orientations, who doubted they’d come to Longhu Mountain in Jiangxi

and not Tangmen in Chengdu, stepping back dozens of steps together, leaving a vacuum zone.

Instead, the Tang Mansion of Chengdu, Sichuan, simultaneously stepped back dozens of paces, leaving a vacuum zone.

Besides Xia He, Zhang Jie also spotted Lu Liang, Shen Chong, Dou Mei, and others.

These bastards, relying on Domain Poison’s disguise technique, completely ignored the Celestial Master’s Mansion and the company’s security.

They lacked Xia He’s obvious traits, but couldn’t hide from Zhang Jie’s eyes.

Simply because the cultivation gap was too vast.

Zhang Jie believed the Grand Celestial Master had noticed them too,

but since they weren’t causing trouble, he was turning a blind eye.

After all, as the leader of the Zhengyi branch of Daoism, the Grand Celestial Master, beyond his absurd stats,

possessed every ability a Celestial Master should have—like Qi Observation.

Zhang Jie didn’t know if Qi Observation existed in his previous world,

since before his transmigration he was just an ordinary, unremarkable citizen;

he had no contact with professionals like bald monks or Daoist priests,

nor with high officials who alone had the means, need, and sometimes the legendary reputation for such arts.

Only high officials and nobles had the means and the need, and sometimes the stories became wildly exaggerated,

Sometimes it is dismissed as feudal superstition, a feudal dross to be destroyed: the arts of qi observation and feng shui.

But in this world inhabited by transcendent beings, the art of qi observation is genuinely real.

During the struggle between Chu and Han, the Chu strategist Fan Zeng told Xiang Yu: “When Liu Bang was in Shandong, he was greedy for wealth and treasures, and fond of beautiful women.

Now that he has entered the pass, he takes nothing of value and shows no favor to women—his ambitions are not small.

I have observed his qi; it takes the form of dragons and tigers, shimmering in five colors—this is the qi of a Son of Heaven.

Strike swiftly, do not miss!” This is authentically recorded in historical texts and the transmissions of various transcendent sects.