Chapter 1215

"Forget it!"

"Anyway, I now have the *Nine Revolution Chaos Art* protecting my body. Even without divine sense, my powerful physique alone is enough to keep me safe."

"Besides, the strength of my divine sense isn't important—what matters is that divine sense can boost attack power!"

Ximen Wudi believed his divine sense was absolutely not weak; he could even instant-kill an ordinary Jin Dan cultivator!

But right now, what he lacked most was attack power!

Once his divine sense became powerful enough, his attack power would absolutely be heaven-defying!

"Looks like I need to raise my divine sense as soon as possible!"

Ximen Wudi was pondering when suddenly his brows rose and his eyes lit up!

"Oh, the *Fire Control Art*, *Wind Control Art*, and *Lei Ting Immortal-Slaying Saber* are all divine-sense attack-type treasures—how did I forget about them!"

Ximen Wudi suddenly recalled that the *Fire Control Art* was refined from a fire-control beast's inner core combined with volcanic magma.

The *Lei Ting Immortal-Slaying Saber*, on the other hand, was refined from the corpse of a thunder-attribute demon beast.

As for the *Wind Control Art*, according to Ling Xiao, it was refined from a raging hurricane.

Each of these four treasures possessed the might to destroy heaven and earth, and they were Ximen Wudi's favorite weapons back when he roamed the cultivation world.

Especially that *Wind Control Blade*—its power was extraordinarily great!

Moreover, because it carried the force of violent winds, its attack speed and killing range were both enormous.

Unfortunately, ever since transmigrating to Earth, after cultivating all the way, Ximen Wudi's attack treasures had long been phased out.

But he had actually forgotten about these four treasures.

"Hehe, if I fuse these four treasures into my divine soul, wouldn't the power multiply?"

Ximen Wudi thought to himself, then immediately sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and began to cultivate.

"Mm?"

Soon, Ximen Wudi frowned.

He discovered that expanding his meridians was far more difficult than imagined; in just half a day, he had barely managed to widen them by a little over two inches!

"Looks like I still need to rely on medicinal aid!"

Ximen Wudi opened his eyes, a look of disappointment crossing his brow.

But immediately after, the corner of Ximen Wudi's mouth curved into a smile!

"Since I can't absorb spiritual energy and true qi, let me try absorbing spirit stones!"

Thinking of this, Ximen Wudi moved his mind, and a fist-sized spirit stone instantly appeared in his hand.

The spirit stone contained vast, surging spiritual energy!

Ximen Wudi picked it up and gently drew from it; immediately a cool sensation surged through his entire body.

"It really works!"

Ximen Wudi's heart leaped with joy.

"Continue!"

Another fist-sized spirit stone was held in Ximen Wudi's palm.

Soon, a fingernail-sized, crystal-clear, milky-white spirit stone appeared in Ximen Wudi's palm.

"Haha, this feels amazing!"

Ximen Wudi couldn't help himself and burst into hearty laughter.

"Looks like my guess was right!"

"As long as I find a spirit-stone vein, this cultivation method can continuously obtain spiritual energy!"

Thinking of this, light bloomed in Ximen Wudi's eyes. He stood up and walked toward the edge of the window.

"Today, I'll go scout around this city to see if there are any spirit-stone veins!"

……

Night fell. Ximen Wudi walked down the street, preparing to hail a cab back to the hotel to rest.

"Ouch!"

Suddenly, a pained groan came from the side.

Ximen Wudi turned his head and saw a man clutching his chest and crouching on the ground, his face deathly pale—he had clearly suffered a severe injury.

In front of the man were two bloodstained shoe prints.

"You little punk, get lost!"

"Dare to touch my people? You're truly blind as a dog!"

A drunken fatty, leading seven or eight tattooed burly men, swaggered over arrogantly.

"Damn it, dare to lay a hand on my brother? I'll chop off your damn claws!"

The fatty wore a vicious look and raised his leg to stomp on that man's arm!

The man, terrified, hurriedly covered his head, his face filled with fear.

Puchi!

However, the intense pain he had expected never came; instead there was a light sound.

The man raised his head in a daze and found that not even a single bit of skin on his arm had been broken!

"Holy shit, what's going on!" The fatty was dumbfounded. He hurriedly looked down and was instantly scared out of his wits!

He saw that his brother, who had been full of vigor just moments ago, was now staring with terrified eyes—dead.

Fresh blood gushed out, and his head was even tilted to one side; the death scene was utterly wretched.

"Oh my god!"

Fatty was scared out of his wits and scrambled away in a panic!

"Pah, what the hell is that!" The drunkard cast a cold glance at Fatty's fleeing back and spat contemptuously.

"Hey, what are you doing kicking someone to death!" At that moment, a delicate voice suddenly rang out—it was a young girl in thin clothing, blocking the drunkard.

"None of your damn business!" The drunkard curled his lip.

The young girl's pretty face instantly flushed red. She clenched her teeth and said, "You—you're bullying a weak girl like me. Are you even a man?"

Hearing this, the drunkard curled his lip disdainfully, then swept his lecherous gaze over the girl's curvy figure.

"Hehe, beauty, I'm not a man, but you sure are a beauty!"

"How about we try a different position?"

Hearing this, a look of disgust flashed across the young girl's face, and she turned to leave.

"Beauty, wait for me!" The drunkard reached out and grabbed the young girl.

"What are you doing!" The girl fiercely shook off the drunkard's arm and roared angrily.

"Hehe, beauty, keep! /come on, have a drink with me. You're so pretty—my treat!"

The drunkard licked his lips, his eyes lewd, staring at the girl's alluring body. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his face full of greed.

"Get lost!" The young girl was so angry her face went white.

"Beauty, I'm sincerely inviting you for a drink. Why push people a thousand miles away? Come with me, let me treat you real nice!"

The drunkard's words had barely landed when he suddenly reached out to grab the young girl's shoulder.

"Ah!"

The girl let out a scream and hurriedly dodged, but her left foot tripped her right foot, and she nearly fell.

Seeing this, the drunkard's eyes lit up, and he reached straight for the girl's chest.

"You dare touch me, and I'll make sure you regret it!" Seeing the drunkard trying to take advantage of her, the girl was both ashamed and furious. She swung her delicate, tender fist and smashed it toward the drunkard.

Bang!

The drunkard blocked the girl's attack effortlessly, then pulled her along with the motion, and the girl tumbled right into his embrace.

The drunkard took advantage of the momentum to press the girl to the ground, while his other hand groped toward the girl's perky, rounded bottom.

"Ah!" The girl cried out in panic.

"You pervert!"

Just then, an icy voice suddenly rang out beside his ear, and the drunkard turned his head.