First Trial of a Spiritual Sense Secret Art

The nearby students all heard it. They first looked toward the speaker—a fat, burly boy with tiny eyes and a disdainful expression, someone who looked difficult to mess with.

Then they looked at Jiang Ning. His face remained expressionless, as though he had not heard a thing.

The students quickly reached a conclusion: Jiang Ning was definitely someone unwilling to provoke trouble.

Of course Jiang Ning had heard him. He knew who had spoken—Song Sheng, a boy from their Grade One, Class Eight.

Although No.4 Middle School was one of the top three high schools in the city, it was still filled with students of every sort. People like Song Sheng were the typical type who relied on their size to bully others.

Song Sheng's grades were decent, placing in the top ten of the class, and he was from Yuzhou City Center. When people like that turned bad, they were comparatively harder to deal with.

Song Sheng often horsed around at the back of the classroom. He frequently challenged people to spar, wrestling and roughhousing. Sometimes things got heated enough to knock over several desks and leave the floor a complete mess. He never cleaned up after himself and was instead proud of it.

He believed that bullying others could establish a kind of "authority" for himself.

Such things could not be completely eradicated in 2013, nor even ten years later.

Later, after causing some trouble, Song Sheng received a major disciplinary demerit from the school. He became somewhat more restrained afterward. His mouth was still filthy, but he fought less, remaining peaceful until the college entrance exams and enrolling in a 211 University.

Two years after graduation, Jiang Ning contacted some old classmates and happened to hear someone mention Song Sheng.

With a gloating expression, the classmate said that Song Sheng had beaten someone up at his company. His family had been willing to pay compensation, but the victim refused and insisted on sending him to prison. He was locked up for two years, and more than half his life was ruined.

As Jiang Ning recalled his memories of Song Sheng, he realized they had not crossed paths much. Their only conflict had happened when he was playing on his phone. Song Sheng had been roughhousing with someone and knocked over his desk, sending his phone crashing to the ground as well.

He picked up his phone and saw that the screen had not shattered. Knowing then that Song Sheng was not someone to provoke, he had let the matter go.

Now that he was living again, Jiang Ning no longer cared about their old grievances.

Song Sheng's behavior today only amused Jiang Ning. It was like an ant strutting around in arrogance, unaware of the immensity of heaven and earth.

After thinking it over, Jiang Ning still felt a little displeased.

He activated his Spiritual Sense, intending to give it a small test.

The Spiritual Sense secret art he had cultivated in his previous life was the Golden Profound Soul Division Art. At mastery, transmitting messages across ten thousand miles and killing with a single thought were merely the basics. It could even divide Spiritual Sense into a thousand parts, making one nearly impossible to kill.

Unfortunately, the Spirit Transformation Tribulation contained the laws of heaven and earth. No matter how much Spiritual Sense one divided, one could not escape annihilation.

In this life, he had recultivated the secret art at an astonishing pace. In merely a few days, he was already able to use the art's accompanying Soul Shocking Spike.

As Jiang Ning's thoughts turned, Instructor Li called out as usual:

"Attention!"

"Quick march... forward!"

The formation began moving forward.

Song Sheng was sweating all over, thinking, Instructor Li is fucking inhuman. If he weren't so damn huge, I'd go up there and punch him in the face.

That kid just now, though—he's fucking interesting. Trying to show off, are you?

Doesn't he realize whether those skinny arms and legs of his can take it?

Song Sheng planned to use the kid to practice once military training ended. Back in the classroom, in front of the whole class, he would mock him a few times. If the kid dared to refuse to accept it, he would pin him to the ground and establish his authority in the class.

He would leave him covered in dust and humiliate him so thoroughly that no girl in the class would ever look at him again.

That was exactly how he had acted in middle school. It had worked every time, successfully establishing his "authority."

Just as Song Sheng was indulging in his fantasy, a dark shadow swept over his mind. His head suddenly erupted in pain, as if a sharp nail had emerged from the depths of that shadow and instantly driven into his skull. The agony made him scream aloud.

The boys beside him were startled. Their trembling steps fell out of rhythm as they hurriedly looked over.

Song Sheng clutched his head and rolled around on the ground. The sight was miserable, yet a little funny.

Ma Shicheng immediately thought of a fat pig rolling around.

Instructor Li frowned and walked over. By then, Song Sheng was no longer in pain. It had only lasted an instant, and he had already returned to normal, so he hurriedly scrambled to his feet.

"What are you doing?" Instructor Li had been a little concerned at first, but seeing him look perfectly normal, his temper immediately flared.

"Rolling around and packing down the ground?"

Song Sheng cursed Instructor Li inwardly, while also being filled with confusion. What had happened to him just now? "Instructor Li, my head suddenly hurt just now, but it doesn't hurt anymore," Song Sheng explained.

Seeing Song Sheng drenched in sweat, Instructor Li did not make things any harder for him.

"Continue training!"

Class Eight's formation lined up again.

"Attention!"

"Next, we'll practice turning!"

"Right... turn!"

The formation moved.

Ma Shicheng turned right, only to end up face-to-face with the student opposite him. Suspecting he had turned the wrong way, Ma Shicheng quickly turned back around.

"Wrong, wrong!" Instructor Li roared.

"Where's right? Where's right? Can't tell left from right?"

"Attention, right turn!"

The moment his words fell, Jiang Ning activated the Soul Shocking Spike once more.

In an instant, Song Sheng's hair stood on end. He once again recalled the terror of being controlled by that inexplicable pain. As the shadow descended, it felt as though that terrifying nail would pierce his brain at any moment...

"Ah!" Song Sheng suddenly screamed.

The students beside him jumped again and shouted in unison, "Fuck!"

What puzzled Song Sheng was that after he screamed, the nail did not drive into his brain at all. Instead, it vanished without a trace. It had been a false alarm.

Song Sheng stood there, embarrassed beyond measure.

Guo Kunnan, who stood nearby with dark skin and a somewhat roguish handsomeness, laughed. "You screamed like a pig being slaughtered."

Someone laughed and said, "More like the pig getting slaughtered."

A classmate whose family sold pork retorted:

"A pig that was just thrown into boiling water to be scalded!"

"Hahahaha!" Students from both classes were amused, and the air turned cheerful.

Song Sheng's face turned livid. He clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug into his palms, yet he did not notice.

He viciously memorized every person who had laughed at him, preparing to get revenge on them later.

Then Song Sheng felt the light before him dim. Instructor Li was standing in front of him, saying bluntly, "Run five laps."

Hearing that, Song Sheng nearly wanted to kill someone. His tone was extremely aggressive. "Instructor Li, I didn't do it on purpose just now!"

"Ten laps." Instructor Li's gaze was icy.

A vein throbbed on Song Sheng's forehead. He was clearly on the verge of exploding, but then he obediently went off to run.

Having been interrupted twice in a row, Instructor Li's training plan had been disrupted. "Dismissed. Rest where you are for fifteen minutes."

So the boys of Grade One, Class Eight sat on the grass and watched Song Sheng run.

Before long, the girls' formation next to them was resting too. Since they were not far away, the girls had also heard Song Sheng's screams earlier.

Some cheerful girls, or those who knew students from Class Eight, came over to ask what had happened, prompting quite a few boys to complain. "Don't mention it. There was just an idiot whose brain must've short-circuited."

"First time I've ever seen something like that. What bad luck!"

"Don't say that. We get to rest thanks to Song Sheng's contribution!"

"Haha, exactly. We have to thank him properly later!"

Amid the boys' laughter and chatter, Song Sheng's reputation spread to the girls' side, and he became a laughingstock for a while.