Seeing Xiao Ling casually flick a finger and effortlessly strip that invisible, traceless energy from her body, Ling Qingzhu's exquisitely beautiful face was instantly flooded with irrepressible shock. Her eyes, always clear, cool, and tranquil, flew wide open, their depths rippling with waves of astonishment and disbelief.
This special energy cultivated through the Supreme Sensing Art was profoundly mysterious, formless and intangible. Let alone ordinary cultivators, even the highly accomplished elders within the Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace found it difficult to clearly perceive its existence, much less peel it from her body so smoothly and without the slightest obstruction.
Xiao Ling's seemingly effortless method had completely surpassed everything she had understood in her centuries of cultivation, stirring towering waves within her heart.
One had to know that the foundation of this special energy had been laid before she had even begun cultivating. The Taiqing Palace Master had personally implanted a trace of its catalyst into her body using the sect's supreme secret art, and only after more than a decade of day-and-night nurturing had she gained the basis for cultivating the Supreme Sensing Art.
This energy had long since fused tightly with her very being, inseparable like flesh and blood. In her eyes, it was something no outsider could possibly strip away so easily.
Yet Xiao Ling's earlier action had not stirred even the slightest fluctuation of vital energy, nor had he used any powerful secret art, yet he had effortlessly shattered this ironclad rule rooted in her understanding, utterly overturning everything she knew about it.
She stood frozen in place, her slender shoulders trembling ever so slightly. Turbulent waves churned in her heart, and her emotions refused to settle. Looking at the indifferent Xiao Ling before her, she finally could not suppress the doubts and shock filling her heart