Dad Steals the Kill, Spirit Race Undying?

A wave of scorching, mountain-heavy blood-energy pressure surged through the entire villa like an invisible tidal wave.

Chen Yan, who had been meditating with his eyes closed in his crib, jolted as this overbearing, peerless momentum shocked him out of his trance.

Chen Yan: "???"

What was that commotion?

This aura... it was fierce and scorching.

It was filled with pure, masculine power.

It was the polar opposite of the chilling sensation he had felt from the Spirit Race last night.

Yet, he could sense that while this aura was overbearing, it carried no malice.

It felt more like an unmasked deterrent and a declaration.

He immediately projected a sliver of his divine sense out of his body, sweeping through the house like liquid mercury.

In the master bedroom next door, his mother, Du Qionghua, was sleeping soundly, seemingly completely unaffected.

Aunt Liu Xin and Yu Qingmeng downstairs were the same, their breathing steady and undisturbed.

It appeared this blood-energy pressure was aimed at specific targets, leaving ordinary people entirely unscathed.

Chen Yan set his mind at ease.

Immediately, a surge of intense curiosity welled up in his heart.

He had to find out what was happening outside!

He certainly couldn't go out in this infant body.

That would go against Chen Yan's philosophy of keeping a low profile!

Chen Yan's gaze fell upon the drawing paper in front of him.

Got it!

He immediately split off a wisp of his consciousness and activated the [Image Projection Scroll]!

His tiny fingers pinched the paintbrush, dipped it into oil paint, and quickly sketched onto the white paper.

With just a few strokes, the outline of a sparrow leaped onto the page.

Following that, he carefully injected a sliver of pure spiritual power into the drawing.

Hum—

The ink on the paper seemed to come to life.

It began to squirm, intertwine, and reconstruct itself.

The two-dimensional lines rapidly became three-dimensional, and the faint ink took on the luster of real feathers.

In the blink of an eye, a lifelike, vivid sparrow shook its wings and "stood up" from the paper.

It tilted its little head, its black-bean eyes flickering with intelligent light.

Even the finest patterns on its feathers were clearly visible, indistinguishable from a real sparrow.

No one would ever guess that this was a paper bird composed of oil ink and spiritual power!

With a thought, Chen Yan injected an even finer wisp of divine sense into the sparrow, as if connecting to a remote-controlled terminal.

"Off you go!"

The paper bird flapped its wings, flew lightly out the window, and merged into the morning twilight.

As it flew, Chen Yan steered his divine sense, probing toward the source of that blood-energy pressure.

With almost no effort at all, he locked onto the target.

It was the very same residential building he had marked with Peppa Pig in the early hours of the morning!

The paper bird landed silently on a lush, leafy tree, its excellent vantage point taking in everything below.

He saw that a long cordon had already been set up downstairs.

Several personnel in logistics uniforms were gathered together, chatting in low voices, their faces filled with the excitement of having survived a disaster.

Chen Yan pricked up his "ears," hearing their conversation with perfect clarity.

"My god, that was terrifying just now! I felt like my heart was going to jump out of my chest!"

"You're telling me! But the Special Investigation Team is really something else!"

"Come to think of it, we really owe it to Old Zhang in the monitoring room this time."

"If he hadn't spotted that weird Peppa Pig in the middle of the night, who would have guessed that such a ghostly thing was lurking right beside us?"

A younger logistics worker lowered his voice, speaking mysteriously.

"Peppa Pig? What the hell is that?"

"You don't know? It's that thing from the cartoon... anyway, it's like a toy, wandering around the neighborhood streets in the middle of the night. The surveillance caught it clear as day—it was incredibly sinister!"

Perched in the tree, Chen Yan listened to these discussions, a bizarre expression appearing on his tiny bird face.

So...

Did I report that Spirit Race creature myself?

And then brought the Special Investigation Team here?

Chen Yan felt a dull ache in his teeth.

After all that, I spent all that effort scouting the location, only for my old man to swoop in and steal the kill?!

While he was feeling depressed, that overbearing pressure of blood energy erupted from downstairs once more!

Immediately after, he witnessed a heart-shaking scene.

A thin, twisted black shadow lunged out from a third-floor window, accompanied by an invisible psychic shriek.

And that man, wearing a black trench coat with a tall, upright figure, slowly drew a long sword.

The sword hummed clear and bright, like the roar of a dragon!

It was his old man, Chen Kefa!

Chen Kefa let out a low shout, like a thunderclap in a clear sky!

"Spring Thunder!"

Blinding lightning exploded, and the destructive power instantly blasted that Spirit Race lifeform into ashes!

The entire process was clean, efficient, and utterly overwhelming!

Chen Yan watched, dumbfounded.

Good heavens!

Is this the extent of my old man's strength?

The power of this single strike was simply beyond his imagination!

If a mere captain of the Special Investigation Team possessed such might, then what kind of earth-shattering presence must the legendary Martial Saint command?

Chen Yan's heart surged with excitement for a moment.

Before long, he saw the Special Investigation Team members downstairs beginning to pack up.

Chen Kefa issued new orders, seemingly preparing for a wider-scale search.

The evacuated residents were also being guided away, unable to return home for the time being.

The scene quickly became empty.

Chen Yan seized the opportunity, controlling the paper bird to fly cautiously toward the spot where the Spirit Race creature had dissipated.

The moment he drew near, an extremely faint, yet incredibly familiar fluctuation of psychic energy was keenly captured by him.

Chen Yan's heart skipped a beat.

This... this residual fluctuation, isn't it from the same Spirit Race creature whose essence I devoured part of last night!

So it was the same one!

He realized it in an instant.

It seemed this Spirit Race lifeform had been severely wounded by his divine sense projection last night and had lost a portion of its psychic origin.

This had left it critically injured, forcing it to hide in its lair to lick its wounds and recover slowly.

As it turned out, it was just plain unlucky; before it could even catch its breath, it had been cornered by the Special Investigation Team he had inadvertently led to its doorstep.

How miserable could one be!

However, Chen Yan soon discovered something wrong.

He could clearly feel that the psychic energy shattered by the "Spring Thunder" strike, though it had become incredibly scattered and weak, had not completely dissipated into the world.

On the contrary.

These psychic energy particles, finer than dust, were moving at an extremely slow, yet undeniable speed toward a central point, faintly showing signs of re-condensing!

Chen Yan's bird eyes widened instantly.

Could it be... that destroying the physical body alone isn't enough to kill them completely?

This Spirit Race... can actually resurrect on the spot?!

This discovery made Chen Yan's heart sink.

If this were true, the level of trouble posed by the Spirit Race would far exceed everyone's expectations!

It meant that conventional physical attacks were almost useless against them!

Unless one possessed, like him, special means to directly attack and devour their psychic origin;

Either that, or one must find a way to capture them alive!

Yet, the physical bodies of the Spirit Race were so fragile that a thunderous, unrestrained strike like the one Chen Kefa had delivered could never result in a "live capture"; it would only blast them into oblivion in an instant.

And this, ironically, played right into the hands of the Spirit Race.

Once the physical body was destroyed, their spiritual essence could dissipate and lie dormant, waiting for the day they could reconverge and resurrect.

They could neither be killed nor captured.

If one were even slightly careless, they risked being backlashed by the Spirit Race's mental attacks, ending up either dead or insane!

"So... it seems I must be the one to do it."

Chen Yan's thoughts raced, and he hesitated no longer.

The faint wisp of divine sense within the sparrow suddenly activated, transforming into an invisible vortex that generated a powerful suction force!

In the air, those thin wisps of spiritual energy that had been drifting slowly, attempting to reconverge, were instantly and forcibly seized by this power!

Like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea, they surged into the sparrow's body, Ultimately to be completely devoured by that wisp of Chen Yan's divine sense!

"Mmm... how comfortable."

Even separated by the sparrow avatar, Chen Yan's true body still trembled slightly.

Compared to the one he encountered at dawn, The purity and total volume of this residual spiritual energy he was devouring now far exceeded the previous one!

It was nearly three times the amount!

And this power was continuously feeding back into his projected wisp of divine sense.

His divine sense grew solid and expanded at an astonishing speed!

Its strength soared, and in the blink of an eye, it had reached nearly half the intensity of his true body's divine sense!

An unprecedented sense of fullness and keenness traveled back along the connection between that wisp of divine sense and his true body.

Through the sparrow's eyes, he could seemingly "see" the more subtle energy flows in the air and perceive the strength of blood-qi and the mental state of every person downstairs with greater clarity.

The improvement brought about by this devouring was truly immense!