Chapter 277: One Thought Startles the Mountain

Bright moon, immortal academy, ancient maple.

In the silent night sky, broken clouds floated on the horizon, and a clear breeze blew.

A cold crow came from the distant sky, its black feathers fluttering constantly in the night wind, passing along Nishan, through the forest, and past the courtyard.

But just as it passed a courtyard, this cold crow suddenly trembled all over, then plummeted abruptly, crashing straight into the ground.

Fresh blood spilled from its pitch-black pupils, flowing down its smooth feathers, as if its life had been shattered by something in an instant.

And in the small courtyard where it fell, a bamboo lounge chair was placed under the eaves near the entrance hall.

On the lounge chair lay a young man, his sword-like brows slanted into his temples like ink-colored blades, his nose bridge high and straight, his lips thin and dark-colored, his jawline sharp as a blade, his neck slender, and his Adam's apple distinct.

An ink-colored robe was loosely wrapped around his body, the collar slightly open, faintly revealing the shadow of his sunken collarbones; the whole person was like a famous sword sheathed.

His demeanor was very peaceful, as if he were asleep, his two hands resting on a white wool blanket used for warmth.

And on the right side of the lounge chair, there was a tea table also made of fitted bamboo tubes, looking exquisite and small.

On the tea table was a small stove, with a pot of water sitting on it.

When that cold crow that had swept across the high sky fell to the ground and died, everything in this courtyard seemed static, but only the teacup beside it was constantly splashing water outward at this moment.

And besides this set of sword techniques, there was also a body-refining technique, which also originated from the primordial era.

In an instant, they were like two huge sun-wheels, raising a full courtyard of wild wind.

And among them, one was clearly dimmer, as if it were about to burn out, constantly swaying and trembling amidst a fierce collision.

But without waiting for too much of a pause, there was another fierce two-way head-on collision, and countless mysterious lights splashed wildly like molten iron in a furnace.

When the dim one struck, the surrounding area was filled with the roars of tigers and dragons, while the scorching, peak golden light pressed down like a mountain, its fighting intent reaching the heavens.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Three explosive sounds; within the light, two figures seemed to gradually take form, both entirely bright gold, the lines outlining their contours like flowing molten gold.

The one who took form within the golden light that had been knocked away was an old man, and the astonishment that had appeared on his ferocious face since the first collision between their brows grew even more intense.

Spiritual sense is located deep between a person's brows, now called the Sea of Consciousness, while in ancient times it was called the Upper Dantian.

Killing with spiritual sense is not about striking from a distance, but entering the opponent's Sea of Consciousness and killing their spiritual sense with one's own.

But if one's spiritual sense is not strong enough, it is very likely to be blasted out.

However, this situation is not common, and throughout history, there haven't even been a few such instances.

Because Spirit Travel Realm experts will not use spiritual sense to kill opponents of the same level; the risk is extremely high, because damage to the soul is harder to heal than damage to the body.

And if dealing with a subordinate, even a Boundless Realm expert can kill with a single strike.

Unless someone truly spends a great deal of energy to train their spiritual sense.

But for cultivators below the Spirit Travel Realm, spiritual sense is actually just a tool for sensing heaven and man and does not need to be very powerful.

It is fundamentally impossible for someone of a lower realm to train their spiritual sense every day just to resist the bombardment of a Spirit Travel Realm expert one day.

The unexpected matter caused the white-haired old man to let out a roar toward the sky, and countless immortal lights burst forth.

"Die, junior!"

In his venomous eyes, the bursting killing intent turned into substance.

And responding to his sharp roar was the head-on iron fist of the young man bathed in golden light, leaping into the air and throwing his arm, his fists falling like rain, fighting fiercely with him, the sounds of air explosions constantly bursting in the void.

Between their exchanges, the fist-to-flesh combat between their spiritual senses was not at all inferior to the confrontation of their pure physical bodies.

The old man's fists were like a fierce tiger, his palms like a dragon, and with a boom, the void trembled; he collided with the young man's fist intent, and their palm winds bombarded each other.

Previously, they had collided with spiritual sense, and the victory or defeat lay entirely in the gap in spiritual sense intensity, and the old man found that he was completely at a disadvantage, even being counter-killed and injured when his vigilance was insufficient, which was why he decided to take form to kill.

But as the young man opened and closed his movements like he was swallowing the world, the scorching iron fists made his heart tremble violently.

With a boom, the iron fist shook down, and several golden lights bloomed within the fierce fist energy; the old man, who harbored the intention of a rapid sneak attack, was punched through the shoulder, and his broken arm immediately became like molten gold hammered apart, splashing across the sky.

The old man, who had lost an arm, had his eyes splitting with rage; he couldn't believe what method could allow someone to refine their spiritual sense to this extent.

Add water if there's too much flour, add flour if there's too much water...

The young man recited silently and jumped up violently, like a fierce tiger pouncing out of the mountain forest.

A clear sword hum slashed out from between his hands, also like bright golden light, as hot as the morning sun spraying out.

In fact, spiritual sense and spirit are the same, although the ultimate path to immortality is for the soul to shed the body and forge an immortal body.

But before proving the immortal path, the decay of the physical body will also cause the soul to become weak.

It is like the red sun at noon, which cannot be compared to the morning or dusk...

With a bang, under the sword slash, the old man in the spiritual sense state was slashed into a ground full of golden light, immediately streaking across the night sky like a meteor, screaming as he was about to escape.

But the young man who had risen violently was faster than him, carrying the towering golden flames of youthful vigor, pressing down on him, and with a boom, he stepped him down fiercely.

He had just been drinking tea in the courtyard when he suddenly felt a spiritual sense carrying killing intent pour into his brain; he immediately focused his mind to counter-kill, and after several collisions, he had confirmed that the opponent should be a Spirit Travel Realm expert.

However, the opponent's spiritual sense intensity was actually weaker than he had imagined.

The old man also felt the young man's killing intent.

He was the one who came to kill, originally thinking that a single thought would be enough to shatter the opponent's soul, but at this moment, he discovered that the opponent wanted to suppress and kill him!

Just as a Dao sword condensed by the sword heart linking with spiritual sense rose into the sky, a small golden sword suddenly shot out from the old man's bosom.

Although this was just a small sword like a woman's golden hairpin, it made the void vibrate in an instant and transmitted a deadly aura.

The young man's fists were overlapped and sent flying by this sword, and the golden color all over his body splashed constantly.

Feeling the terrifying killing intent, the young man hardened his fists, trying to grind it away.

Just at this moment, the old man turned into golden light again amidst his frantic screaming and escaped into the sky.

With a puff, before long, the small sword was ground directly into a ground full of golden water.

Watching that beam of golden light streak across the night sky, the young man immediately leaped into the air, completely unwilling to let him return, wanting to shake and kill him in mid-air.

But as he leaped, the immortal light that had gathered into his golden body suddenly dimmed.

Then, an inexplicable restraint descended from the sky, and the golden figure was rapidly compressed into the same golden glow as before, pulled back between his brows.

After cultivators reach the completion of the Lower Three Realms, no matter what realm they are in, they can use spiritual sense, either to explore or to perceive.

But the only ones who can truly travel the heavens with their spirit are those who have reached the Spirit Travel Realm; Profound Understanding is not enough...

At this time, Ji You on the bamboo chair slowly opened his eyes, fine sweat already covering his forehead.

Then he stood up from the bamboo chair, walked around the courtyard, and found that everything around was quiet.

The fist wind during the spiritual sense bombardment just now had been so fierce that it almost blew off the roof, but at this moment, he realized that even the paper on the windows was intact, and everything was like a dream.

Only the cold crow at his feet bleeding from its seven orifices, as well as the shattered teapot and teacup on the tea table, could prove that it was not a hallucination just now.

His gaze shifted from the cold crow, then turned to look at the several high peaks on Nishan.

Although the battle just now had been silent like a dream, only killing a cold crow and shattering a teapot and a teacup, he still sensed that some people had been awakened.

It was just that when he had almost blasted the old fogey to death, they hadn't intervened to stop him, so Ji You didn't have too much hostile emotion.

In fact, there were indeed dozens of figures in the depths of the clouds.

Some came from the Immortal Hall, some from the Elder Pavilion, looking at him with complex expressions across the clouds surrounding the mountain.

At the same time, on the second floor of the Elder Pavilion, in the deep and gloomy main hall.

Elder Fang, the head of the Peng family, Peng Yu, and Fang Jincheng's group stood pale, looking at Elder Lu, whose chest was full of blood, their brains buzzing.

And when Elder Lu finally opened his eyes with difficulty, the jade plaque carved with a small sword in his bosom shattered with a crisp crackling sound.

The secret technique of forcibly extending one's life would push the body close to death, and the excess essence, energy, and soul needed to be nourished in spiritual energy.

And at this moment, that natal object shattered all over the floor.

Seeing this, Elder Fang hurriedly went up to support his teetering body, only to see that Elder Lu's eyes were full of the terror of having survived a disaster.

The Azure Cloud ten-thousand-mile path to immortality, the young phoenix is clearer than the old phoenix's voice...

Ji You, who had come back to his senses, did not stay in his courtyard, but under the gaze of those on the mountain peak, walked out of the door along the night, walking on the cold, empty mountain path, heading toward the east.

The Inner Court immortal residence was very large, because all the Inner Court disciples lived here.

Ji You walked through streets and alleys, walked across a stone bridge, and then arrived at a residence not much different from his own.

Under the gloomy night, the tightly closed wooden door was blown away by a punch, then Ji You stepped over the threshold and walked in, a brilliant golden light surging in his eyes.

Ji You didn't know the old man who wanted to kill him, only knowing that he was a Spirit Travel Realm expert.

However, thinking about it carefully, one could also know that this person must have come from the Elder Pavilion.

Because except for the Elder Pavilion, there was no existence of this realm in other parts of the Heavenly Academy, and even if there were, there was no need to assassinate him at night. ===== CHAPTER 278 =====