Chapter 3

Yunhai City prison, in the darkest corner, held the incoming Feng Yun. After inspection, he had no curse, but something more deadly. That was the aura of the undercover agent they had sent out, a matter of great importance, so he was immediately transferred to a Jia-shaped cell.

A young man glared fiercely at Feng Yun, the black cloud insignia on his body showing he was a law-enforcement cultivator of Yunhai City. He waved a nine-section whip in his hand, the sound of it breaking the air incessant.

"Come on, tell me where you're from, what your purpose is in Yunhai City, and say everything you know—don't make me ask a second time." The youth's expression was very dark.

Feng Yun:....

"Kid, you'd better confess honestly, otherwise the Nine-section Soul-whipping Whip in this young master's hand is no joke. One lash will instantly make your soul and spirit feel like tearing apart, and in that instant you'll suffer it nine times over. That taste is, tsk tsk tsk!" The man's whip swung faster and faster, becoming just a blur.

Feng Yun:....

"Xiao Yi, what are you doing? This person isn't even awake yet?" A voice suddenly sounded; the law-enforcement cultivator called Xiao Yi jerked his hand, whipping himself in the face.

"Ahhhhh!" The effect of the Nine-section Soul-whipping Whip was no exaggeration; Xiao Yi instantly rolled on the ground in pain. Fortunately, no spiritual power had been infused, otherwise he'd have to lie down for at least half a month.

The voice came from the captain of Team Jia, watching his rolling subordinate, he secretly rubbed his forehead. This guy had been in the law-enforcement team for half a year, hadn't caught a single criminal, but had instead stirred up a lot of trouble; with no choice, he'd been transferred here to guard the cell. Unexpectedly, now he was harming himself instead of others—he had already tried more than half of the thirty-six torture devices.

Sigh! Forget it, considering he's still somewhat diligent, the Team Jia captain thought. This kid may be rash, but he's better than those old slackers in the team.

"Alright, don't lose face here—go summon a few from the Pill Hall." The Team Jia captain said, full of authority.

The Pill Hall is an important department in Yunhai City, mainly responsible for refining and researching medicinal pills, especially the latter; the Pill Hall has large quantities of new pills every day for people to try, but their unstable effects are frightening.

"Yes, Li Tou," Xiao Yi replied, covering his face as he ran out, thinking he might be able to beg some medicinal pills to treat his wounds.

Unaware of the outside world, Feng Yun was still immersed in cultivating his divine sense; his Thirty-three Layers of Chaos Spirit Refining Grand Method successfully reached the first layer, opening his consciousness!

As the name suggests, it is to open up the sea of consciousness. For people of this world, this step is easy, even innate; but for a transmigrator like Feng Yun, it is extremely difficult. Lacking the necessary foundational knowledge, he could only follow the prompts, repeatedly expanding then contracting his divine sense, over and over, while also enduring fainting spells from spiritual energy erosion. Finally, a phantom figure appeared in his sea of consciousness.

"It feels almost like my real body!" Feng Yun said, looking at his hands.

Although it looks unreal, anything doable in reality can be done in the sea of consciousness, and even things impossible in reality can be done there. For example, he now rotated his head three hundred sixty degrees, gaining a full field of view.

"Well, this is indeed rather boring." After playing a while, he also felt a bit bored, so he simply conjured a bed to lie on. With a thought, a gray rectangular solid appeared in his sea of consciousness, but he himself was gone.

The idea was good, but he overestimated the amount of his divine sense and his control over it; now he cannot even manipulate only a part of his divine sense, causing all of it to turn into that rectangular solid.

"Looks like I need to practice more." Feng Yun also noticed his problem and immediately began training.

His training caused no harm, but it startled everyone outside.

Yunhai City had sent out only one spy who had infiltrated the Demonic Sect, but he hadn't sent any news for a long time; to avoid exposure, he hadn't even lit his soul lamp. So they didn't even know if the spy was alive or dead. That spy was Jia Teng, who died at the outset.

Normally, this wouldn't matter; such a spy decides when to send messages himself, enjoying great autonomy.

The problem stems from the fact that he earlier sent a message that the Demonic Sect was planning a major event; now, besides Yunhai City, three other Yunhai seas have suddenly made big moves, prompting them to urgently want to know what Jia Teng had uncovered.

What followed was what the Liao family experienced: they picked up a naked man suspected of carrying a curse, returned to Yunhai City and immediately contacted the law-enforcement team and the Pill Hall. Fortunately, there was no curse; unfortunately, the man was a wanted criminal, which got them questioned as well.

"How about it, can we perform a soul search? Li Tou said grimly; a soul search isn't merely looking at memories, it also requires grinding it to pieces for examination."

The Pill Hall personnel shook their heads: "No, his divine sense is too weak; it can't support the procedure—if we start, he'll likely have his soul scattered and we'll find nothing." Actually, they had originally wanted to take Feng Yun away for detailed study, but since it involves secrets, they can only hurry.

"Well," Li Tou was about to ask if it could be resolved, when he saw Feng Yun's body, sealed within the prison, undergoing an abnormal change: his originally plump physique rapidly withered, and in just a few breaths it began to collapse.

The Pill Hall staff acted swiftly, stuffing a Soul-replenishing Pill into Feng Yun's mouth, then lightly patting his body all over; after a moment, the abnormal change ceased.

Seeing this, Li Tou felt a chill run down his spine: "I thought there was no curse?"

While examining Feng Yun, the Pill Hall personnel said without turning: "Indeed, it's not a curse, but his body is strange—he lacks spiritual power, and I heard that when he was first picked up, he had none at all."

"What does this have to do with the change just now?" Li Tou asked.

By now they had finished their examination and told Li Tou: "Through the check we found that just now his divine sense had increased; in fact it's still increasing, but due to lack of spiritual energy, it can only be supplemented by flesh and blood."

Li Tou's face remained impassive, but inside he raged, 【This damn thing is basically a curse】

"Then what? How do we handle it?" Li Tou asked, not wanting to get stuck with this trouble.

"Of course we nurture him; I happen to have a few new spirit-nourishing prescriptions that guarantee he'll reach the standard for soul-searching within half a year." The Pill Hall's person-in-charge's eyes lit up.

Hearing this, Li Tou felt a chill run down his spine and said: "We need to first ask the young master for instructions."

"Sure, I'll stabilize his condition here; you go ask for instructions." The Pill Hall supervisor began rummaging through the medicine box.

Li Tou hurried out, shouting as he went: "Xiao Yi, come quickly!"

Then he saw a man with a full beard running over, saying: "Chief, what do you need?"

"You" Li Tou almost couldn't catch his breath, "What's going on with you?"

Xiao Yi nonchalantly stroked his beard: "I just asked the Pill Hall for some wound medicine; it's just a minor side effect."

Li Tou's teeth ached from hearing it: "Fine, go keep an eye on the Pill Hall people so they don't cause trouble; I'm going to ask the young master for instructions—remember, don't cause any trouble!"

"Got it!" Xiao Yi pitter-pattered over.