What Bullshit Heavenly Mechanism

Ying Wuji's nature was undoubtedly exceedingly cautious, so even though he had followed that faint, intangible sense to this place, he remained vigilant and guarded at every moment.

Upon entering the mountain forest, he activated a Ghost Cultivator's secret art, concealing his form and aura as he silently swept forward. Though this slowed him considerably, it was safer; should he encounter any danger, he could hide in time.

A full day later, he arrived atop a Spirit Peak. Looking out, Ying Wuji frowned.

Someone was there!

At the summit, a figure sat motionless atop a flat stone, like a stubborn boulder.

The other party made no movement, and no Spiritual Power showed around them, so Ying Wuji could not determine their cultivation.

Yet across the entire Cloud River Battlefield, there were only a handful of people capable of making him wary. Thus, even upon seeing that figure, Ying Wuji merely became slightly more alert and did not take it too seriously.

As he pondered, he had followed that faint sensation here, only to find someone sitting in meditation at this very spot.

Could it be... that killing this person would bring him some unexpected benefit?

The more he thought about it, the more likely it seemed. Otherwise, why would he happen to encounter this person just as he followed that sensation here?

As the strongest Ghost Cultivator in the current Cloud River Realm, ambushes and assassinations were Ying Wuji's greatest specialty. Having made up his mind, he quietly approached.

He had absolute confidence that, so long as he got within thirty meters of his target, he could kill anyone with a single strike—apart from those few in the Top Ten of the Cloud River Hegemony Ranking!

Yet just as he moved, his body suddenly froze. He looked up and saw