Is Xiao Qingmeng a Special Constitution? Mental Attack!

Is Little Qingmeng a special constitution? A mental attack! Chen Yan's heart skipped a beat!

Was he discovered?

Could this little girl actually perceive his existence while in her sleep?

Almost as an instinctive reaction, he pushed his Shadow Concealment skill to its absolute limit!

The last trace of imperceptible aura fluctuation around his body vanished completely.

He became one with the surrounding air, walls, and shadows.

It was as if he had "disappeared" from this world entirely.

Inside the guest room.

Yu Qingmeng merely mumbled something indistinctly, turned her small body over, and tucked herself further into the blankets...

Soon, the sound of steady, rhythmic breathing returned.

It seemed that the sound from just a moment ago had truly been nothing more than sleep-talking.

Chen Yan stood silently outside the door for a full minute, ensuring she was fast asleep and that there were no further disturbances.

Only then did he slowly relax his taut nerves.

But inside, his mind was churning with turbulent waves.

This little girl... there is definitely something strange about her!

How could an ordinary one-and-a-half-year-old toddler possess such keen intuition?

The first time he played hide and seek at her house, she had also quickly found Chen Yan while he was in his Shadow Concealment state.

It seems she, too, harbors secrets.

Could it be... a special constitution?

Chen Yan silently noted this in his heart, marking Yu Qingmeng as a "priority observation subject."

After finishing his patrol and confirming there were no other anomalies in the house, he slipped back into his own nursery without a sound.

Back on the familiar carpet, Chen Yan no longer had the heart to immediately dive into his cultivation.

That cold, sharp mental attack from earlier, like a poisoned thorn, still left him with lingering fear.

If not for the fact that he had lived two lifetimes and possessed a unique soul essence, coupled with powerful mental strength honed far beyond that of an ordinary person through Divine Sense Differentiation and his Meditation Method, he would likely have suffered a mental collapse by now, reduced to an idiot who knew only how to cry.

The martial arts of the human race evolved from ancient combat techniques.

Ninety-nine percent of them are hard-body training, focusing on tempering blood and energy, or arts of fists and weapons that pursue the ultimate in slaughter.

Secret arts like the [Meditation Method] that can systematically temper and strengthen mental power are as rare as phoenix feathers and qilin horns...

Even if they do exist, they come with various restrictions, making mass production impossible.

Otherwise, the East Continent Alliance would have long ago rolled out a National Visualization Method, just like the National Health Exercises...

For the past hundred years, relying on their fierce and peerless blood-energy martial arts, the human race has managed to stand firm in their brutal confrontation with ferocious beasts.

But now, facing the Spirit Race—a bizarre existence that specializes in mental attacks—traditional martial arts appear somewhat stretched and difficult to employ.

If one cannot, as Wang Xiaoming suggested, find and destroy their fragile "physical bodies,"

an ordinary martial artist encountering them would likely be struck directly in the soul before they even had a chance to react, ending up either dead or insane!

According to what Wang Xiaoming stated in the news, "mental martial arts" specifically designed to counter such threats are currently only in the most preliminary stages of theoretical research and prototyping.

If the Spirit Race were to truly form an army and arrive on Blue Star through that so-called passage...

Then the future of the human race would be suffocatingly dark.

Chen Yan slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, forcing himself to stop these unsettling speculations.

He sat cross-legged once more, held his breath, and focused his mind...

He submerged his entire consciousness into that vast sea of awareness.

Deep within the sea of consciousness, the Spirit Race lifeform that his divine sense had swallowed in one gulp had not completely vanished, nor had it been fully digested.

It resembled a mass of dark shadows, constantly twisting and bound by an invisible force.

It looked like an ugly insect perfectly preserved in amber.

It was tightly restrained by a mental force far stronger and purer than its own.

It struggled and rammed about in vain, yet it could not shake the confinement in the slightest.

"Looking at it up close, this thing is... abstractly unique."

Chen Yan's divine sense stroked its chin, observing this unprecedented captive with great interest.

He could clearly feel that he possessed absolute control over this mass of Spirit Race spiritual essence.

An instinctive connection, as natural as controlling his own limbs, had been established.

With just a single thought, he could forcibly drive this spiritual entity, compelling it to act according to his will.

Likewise, he could sense that a slightly more intense intention would be enough to completely crush and purify this spiritual entity.

He could convert it into a stream of extremely pure, ownerless, and unique energy, which would in turn nourish and strengthen his own spiritual power.

As his consciousness became highly focused, carefully perceiving the constantly twisting Spirit Race spiritual entity, a strange and subtle connection formed of its own accord.

Chen Yan's thoughts stirred, and he quietly relaxed his suppression of the Spirit Race spiritual entity.

He was not being arrogant; he simply wanted to experience for himself exactly what the attack methods of this bizarre existence were like.

The moment the restriction loosened by even a fraction.

The twisting shadow shuddered violently, as if a drowning man had broken the surface of the water.

Its featureless face fluctuated intensely, and a sharp, silent shriek that acted directly upon the depths of the soul erupted!

This was not a sound in the physical sense, but a pure form of mental noise, crazily battering against the barriers of Chen Yan's consciousness.

Chen Yan felt a buzz in his brain, as if someone were scraping a nail against glass, causing extreme discomfort.

[Mental attack received! Mental resilience slightly increased!]

The system notification flashed quietly.

Immediately following, the surrounding scene began to twist and melt.

The warm, familiar nursery vanished, replaced by a cold, gray ruin.

Amidst the broken walls and crumbling pillars, it felt as if countless pairs of malicious eyes were peering out!

A cold sense of dread surged in like a tide, attempting to swallow his reason.

An illusion!

This Spirit Race creature was actually capable of drawing out the fear within his heart to weave such a realistic scene!

[Mental attack received! Mental clarity slightly increased!]

The Meditation Method operated on its own, and Chen Yan's spiritual projection glowed faintly, acting like a needle in the sea to instantly stabilize his wavering mind.

The illusion shattered like a broken mirror, scattering away to reveal the real room once more.

Seeing that its two attacks had seemingly failed, the Spirit Race lifeform became even more frantic.

It contracted violently, condensing all its spiritual energy into a single point.

Transforming into a pitch-black spike that had almost materialized and radiated an extremely cold aura, it shot violently toward the core of Chen Yan's consciousness!

This was its true killing move—a mental spike condensed from all its power! It sought a one-hit kill!

The speed was blinding, and the intent was vicious!

Chen Yan could clearly feel the destructive power contained within this spike; it was far beyond what the previous "poison needle" could compare to.

Yet, he did not dodge or evade.

He even actively withdrew his final shred of defense, choosing to meet this strike head-on with nothing but his own refined spiritual power.

He wanted to know where his limits lay.

The spike crashed silently into his vast sea of consciousness.

It was like a red-hot iron rod plunged into ice water!

A sharp, intense pain surged forth, causing Chen Yan's small body to tremble slightly.

The spike spun and bored in frantically, attempting to tear his soul apart.

However, that was all it could do.

His sea of consciousness was too vast, and his spiritual power too dense.

After boring in to a certain depth, the spike became like a spent arrow at the end of its flight, its speed plummeting.

In the end, it was ground down and assimilated by his overwhelming spiritual power, transformed into nourishment.

[You have been attacked by a mental spike! Mental strength significantly increased! Permanent small increase to resistance against mental attacks!]

It was done.

Screaming, illusions, and spike attacks.

This three-pronged approach was quite simple, yet extremely effective.

Had it not been for encountering a freak like Chen Yan, an ordinary martial artist likely wouldn't even have survived the first wave of noise.

The test was complete.

Chen Yan no longer hesitated.

With a thought, his vast spiritual power slowly ground down like a millstone.

"Hm?" Chen Yan was somewhat surprised.

He suddenly discovered that he could actually understand the silent shrieks it kept emitting in its terror.

"In... Innate..."

"Dao... Body..."

Those intermittent thoughts, brimming with both panic and greed, were transmitted clearly to him.

Chen Yan's heart gave a violent jolt!

As expected!

His guess had been correct!

He hesitated no longer; with a shift of his will, the power imprisoning the Spirit Race's spiritual entity tightened abruptly!

"No—!"

That Spirit Race spiritual entity, already weakened to the point of collapse, could not even manage a final distortion before it completely dissipated.

It transformed into a stream of energy, far purer and gentler than before, and merged perfectly into his sea of consciousness.

Chen Yan connected this to the system mission's description of a "King-level existence" attempting to extract his Innate Dao Body...

A bold yet incredibly logical hypothesis formed in his mind in an instant.

This Spirit Race creature... had come specifically for his Innate Dao Body!