Wet Body Temptation

Heavenly Treasure Hall, Eighth-Realm conference.

How could they care about disputes among juniors? Yet words like Longevity Art and Pure Yang Scripture could always stir their hearts.

Unfortunately, both scriptures were exceedingly difficult to obtain and even harder to cultivate.

They also looked at Han Xiafeng in surprise. What kind of newly risen outsider had the Great Sun Saint Palace produced? A sixth-realm soul challenging a seventh-realm soul? That was too reckless.

"Divine Sense..."

Han Xiafeng was not very surprised. Chen Fusheng's performance back then in the inheritance world of the Moving Stars Art had already been outstanding enough.

And considering all his performances in Treasure Land, was it really surprising that he possessed Divine Sense?

What surprised her instead was Chen Fusheng's low profile. There were not many young people nowadays who could quietly hide behind the scenes. Of course, when it was time to act, one had to step forward—especially during this golden age, when Manifesting Divinity in the Mortal Realm was the true theme.

If one did not stand up to compete for resources or step into the spotlight to display one's talents, who would give one a hundred-thousand-year lifespan?

Thinking instead of the Longevity Art, Han Xiafeng understood the uniqueness of Divine Sense. Its speed in comprehending scriptures was transcendent.

Her eyes narrowed slightly. Chen Fusheng had comprehended the opening chapters of the Longevity Art, so would Saint Origin Star Palace give him the remaining chapters?

Han Xiafeng estimated that Saint Yuan Da Yi had been eager to fight Chen Fusheng and had agreed to this matter without obtaining the clan's permission.

But he had already said it. Could he really go back on his word?

"This Chen Fusheng is worth my special attention."

After pondering for a while, Han Xiafeng fished a white-jade bottle from