Yan Xiaomo was a genuine Eighth Layer of Emergence from Dust cultivator and an assassin by trade, exceptionally sensitive to all kinds of auras.
The Divine Sense Sumiao released was extremely subtle and obscure. An ordinary Mid Emergence from Dust cultivator would not notice it at all without paying close attention.
But every hair on Yan Xiaomo's body stood on end in an instant. An immense sense of danger enveloped him tightly, and he had the feeling that he might die and vanish from existence the very next moment.
He might have been an assassin, but he had no desire to die. Wasn't the reason he had been crazily amassing wealth all for financial freedom?
He had already planned it out. He would quit after another five years, find a scenic place to settle down and live like an ordinary person again, then spend fifty to a hundred years striving for Core Embrace.
He knew that if he kept being an assassin, sooner or later he would fall at someone's hands and never even get the chance to strive for Core Embrace.
A situation like today's was already dangerous enough. He had never dreamed that one of those three crude thatched huts concealed an expert at least at the Half-Step Golden Core level!
Yet the more dangerous the situation, the calmer he became. He glanced at his "clansman" beside him and casually chatted, "Thirteenth Brother, do you think the Tian Family brothers who went to Yinsha might have a chance to cultivate?"
Thirteenth Brother glanced at him and answered in a dull voice, "Things like that depend on fate. Don't overthink it."
As the two chatted, Sumiao chuckled. "Heh, they really don't think much of you. They're still putting on an act."
Feng Jun silently glanced at her. Fine, I