Lightning slashed across the sky like a sword, and thunder roared deafeningly.
Shi Lan strolled through the rain-soaked streets, her qi and blood surging and steaming. Before the rain could even dampen the ends of her hair, the heat dried it away.
Her soul sense spread in every direction, covering hundreds of meters. In an instant, she sensed the qi and blood of nearly a hundred martial artists.
Nearly every faction had a copy of Ning An's file. Though most didn't believe an ordinary high school student could possibly claim the treasure for herself, the various factions had still planted spies nearby, just in case.
Now, seeing Shi Lan strolling through the rainy night and sensing the formidable qi and blood surging around her, no one dared underestimate her. One after another, they sent out word.
Since Ning An knew martial arts, there was a very good chance that the treasure was on her.
The county town, silent in the dead of night, erupted into a frenzy as the news spread. Countless martial arts experts set out, rushing toward the area.
"Could the Wuji Sect really have been telling the truth? The thing isn't with them?"
"Ning An... Her qi and blood are terrifying."
"Bone-Tempering experts can't control their qi and blood like that. Could Ning An already be a Blood-Transformation grandmaster?!"
"How is that possible?!"
"Utter fantasy!"
The spies watching from the various factions were cowed by the powerful qi and blood surging from Shi Lan. For a moment, none dared make a move, remaining hidden in the shadows.
But to Shi Lan's soul sense, the various groups concealed in the dark were no different from standing plainly before her eyes.
Shi Lan was enveloped by rising white vapor, her figure gradually blurring from view. A thin layer of