In the early morning, the chill of early spring and the dew of the night began to fade. Pale golden mist shrouded the blue-green mountains, and the spiritual energy swirled through the air, making it seem like a celestial paradise.
Su Fan sat cross-legged beside the pool outside the Thatched Cottage, cultivating the Primordial Chaos Qi Transformation True Scripture.
After circulating his cultivation nine times, he slowly opened his eyes and exhaled a long breath of turbid air.
"Master, breakfast is ready..."
At that moment, Sister Zhen, who was busy in the courtyard, called out to him.
Su Fan rose from beside the pool, picked up the oil-lamp treasure nearby, and went to sit at the dining table in the courtyard.
He placed the oil-lamp treasure on the table, took the bowl of Spirit Tea porridge Sister Zhen handed him, and began to eat.
"Kid, that fellow spilled everything..."
Hearing Evil Buddha Wang De's words, Su Fan chuckled.
"Senior, how come none of your tricks worked this time? It's already been several days..."
"That fellow's position in the Black Robe Path should be rather high. Someone placed a restriction in his sea of consciousness. The moment he leaked any secrets, his soul would be annihilated..."
Su Fan frowned. This Old Devil really has some tricks up his sleeve.
From the sound of it, he had actually broken through the restriction in the other party's sea of consciousness. That was no ordinary method.
Having a restriction planted in a cultivator's sea of consciousness was nothing new in the Cultivation World.
The cultivators who had such restrictions placed on them were all people in sensitive and important positions within various sects, Lineages, or underground organizations. The purpose was simply to prevent leaks.
"Senior, how did you break through the restriction in his