Ling Tian had studied thousands upon thousands of cultivation manuals. Not only had his understanding of various attributes deepened, but he had also learned quite a few minor Daoist arts and secret techniques. He had also sought advice from many elders and learned much from them. It was fair to say that Ling Tian now knew far more secret techniques than Ling Yue—even more than Old Man Ling.
Using a strange Daoist art to turn the fluctuations of his spiritual sense into sound and spread it outward was one of the minor secret techniques Ling Tian knew. Since it converted spiritual-sense fluctuations into sound waves, it could be performed quite discreetly, making it difficult for outsiders to locate the caster. There were now hundreds of millions of cultivators in the plaza of the Immortal Spirit Palace. Finding Ling Tian among them was little more than a pipe dream.
Ling Tian's arrival shocked everyone. Those who had nothing to do with him praised his boldness, while others naturally cursed him as a fool. Most of his enemies were thrilled, thinking that this time Ling Tian was sure to die. Those on friendly terms with him worried he might come to harm, but when they thought of his methods, they couldn't help feeling a little anticipation.
Hearing the familiar voice, Hua Min'er was overjoyed. She looked at Thousand Hands Granny and bounced like a little girl. "Granny, did you hear that? Big Brother Ling Tian is here. He'll definitely keep his promise to me."
"All right, all right. You're grown up, so why are you acting like a little girl?" Thousand Hands Granny said, full of affection. Then she teased, "Aren't you afraid Ling Tian will put himself in danger anymore?"
At that, Hua Min'er's brows knitted slightly, but soon relaxed. She