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"What a pity."

"If it were more broadly applicable, it would surely become one of the mandatory secret arts for every high-ranking member of the sect—"

After repeatedly deducing the soul secret art [Gray Mist Imprint] over and over again,

Fu Mengxue looked at Pei Yi before her, utterly unaware that the depths of her consciousness concealed a long-range means of contact that allowed her to communicate with allies far away in real time and even share rough coordinates in real time.

An unmistakable look of regret involuntarily appeared on Fu Mengxue's face.

Just as she had said,

if the secret art created by Ling Wuyuan had not been so demanding in terms of cultivation difficulty and its users,

then even if everyone had to exert the strength of nine oxen and two tigers to master only a weakened version,

this soul secret art would still become something of [Strategic Class].

Snow Moon Cloud Heaven Pavilion would promote it among the sect's high-ranking personnel.

After all,

while it was not a method with direct destructive power,

it possessed indisputable advantages in concealment and convenience. It could completely serve as the foundation for building a hidden, universal internal intelligence network, thereby giving many things a greater degree of security and confidentiality.

At this moment,

when faced with this soul secret art,

even setting aside all those outrageously absurd deeds of Ling Wuyuan that Yuan Yujun and the others had spoken of, Fu Mengxue felt that merely being able to successfully create the [Soul Secret Art] before her at such an age already proved that he possessed world-shaking talent beyond ordinary imagination...

And if, on top of that,

he truly possessed the ability to fight and kill someone in the [True Form Realm] while still in the [Enlightened Intent Realm], then facing