Chen Yan Transmits Power, Enormous Gains!

Chen Yan transmits his technique, reaping a massive harvest! "What should this junior do?!"

Wang Jian reacted immediately, realizing a powerhouse was secretly assisting him, and hurriedly shouted toward the empty surroundings.

Because he had just exhausted his strength, his voice trembled.

A voice did not come through his ears, but resonated directly within his mind:

"The Spirit Race is treacherous; they must have a vessel!"

"Find its physical body and destroy it to break this deadlock!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Jian did not hesitate in the slightest.

He immediately braced his body, weakened from the resistance, and began to search the area with vigilance.

Hidden in the shadows, Chen Yan was struggling to fend off the Spirit Race's ferocious counterattacks while using his keen divine sense to observe everything around him.

He soon discovered a detail.

Whenever Wang Jian approached a discarded trash bin at the end of the alley, the Spirit Race's mental attack would show a faint, almost imperceptible weakening.

But the moment Wang Jian walked away, the onslaught would immediately turn fierce again.

"That's it!"

Chen Yan's voice exploded in Wang Jian's mind once more.

"Its physical shell is hidden near that trash bin! Destroy it!"

The Spirit Race clearly sensed Chen Yan's intent and instantly became incredibly frantic!

It no longer cared about entangling with Chen Yan; all of its mental energy retracted violently, desperate to return to its original body at once!

"Trying to run?"

Although Chen Yan's divine sense was already heavily depleted and had become somewhat illusory, it still clung to the opponent like taffy.

He had to buy that crucial moment for Wang Jian!

Having received the hint, Wang Jian's gaze turned sharp as lightning, instantly locking onto the rusted trash bin.

That was it!

At this life-or-death juncture, he held nothing back, squeezing the potential from the depths of his body to the limit.

His "Mystic Rock Bone" physique emitted a low hum at this moment, as if establishing an unprecedented connection with the earth beneath his feet.

The Yellow-Black Fist intent, which he had only just begun to learn and barely grasped the surface of, suddenly experienced a flash of inspiration and became perfectly clear!

He took a sudden step forward, lowered his center of gravity, sank his hips, and assumed an incredibly solid stance.

A rich, earthy-yellow luster suddenly ignited upon his right fist, no longer the barely visible glimmer from before.

His entire body's blood, will, and even that trace of heaviness drawn from the earth were poured entirely into this single strike!

"Yellow-Black Fist—break for me!"

Accompanied by a suppressed low roar, his fist tore through the surrounding air.

There was no earth-shattering boom; he simply drove his fist solidly into the shadows behind the trash bin!

A dull, bursting sound rang out.

The sound was peculiar; it did not sound like striking metal, but rather like smashing a ripe watermelon with a sledgehammer.

At the same time, an intangible shriek, sharp to the extreme and filled with despair and venom, exploded in Wang Jian's mental world before abruptly cutting off.

As if it were a hallucination, the cold, deathly stillness that had shrouded the entire street shattered instantly like a popped soap bubble.

The air began to flow again, carrying the unique chill of the night.

In the distance, the faint sound of vehicles passing by finally returned, and the city's mundane vitality came back with it.

The dead end had been broken!

With a "thud," Wang Jian could no longer hold himself up and collapsed heavily onto one knee.

His muscles were trembling uncontrollably, sweat drenched him as if he had just been fished out of water, and he gasped for air, his lungs burning with pain.

Yet, he dared not delay for a second, immediately fishing his phone from his pocket and dialing the Public Security Bureau's emergency line with trembling fingers.

"West District... Qinghe Road... suspected high-level Spirit Race... requesting support..."

After reporting the location and situation in the most concise language possible, he hung up and forced himself to stand up, swaying.

He looked around the empty street, cupped his hands toward the air, and bowed deeply.

"Zhenwei Martial Arts Hall disciple Wang Jian, many thanks to you, Senior, for saving my life!"

His voice was hoarse from exhaustion, yet filled with sincere gratitude.

"I beg you, Senior, to reveal yourself so that this junior may repay you in the future!"

However, Chen Yan, hidden in the dark, had no time to attend to him.

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The strand of Divine Sense he had differentiated had already been heavily depleted during the fierce confrontation with the Spirit Race just moments ago; at this moment, it was so thin it was nearly transparent, ready to dissipate like a wisp of smoke at any second.

Differentiating only one-third of his Divine Sense was certainly a cautious move.

But this time, it made Chen Yan realize that it was likely insufficient to handle unexpected situations!

It could be said that if Wang Jian's actions had been even three or five breaths slower, the one to collapse first would likely have been Chen Yan himself.

This kid is actually quite sharp.

Chen Yan muttered to himself, his thoughts racing, and a brilliant idea surged into his mind.

He immediately mimicked an aged and feeble tone, sending his intermittent voice directly into Wang Jian's mind:

"Cough... cough, cough... This old man... is merely a rogue martial artist who has been quietly cultivating mental power. Today... it was a chance encounter..."

The voice was as thin as a gossamer thread, as if he were about to breathe his last at any moment.

"This fiend... was exceptionally fierce, and this old man's soul power is nearly exhausted... I fear... my time is short..."

"Seeing that you... have a firm will and a unique constitution, you and I can be considered to have a bond..."

"Today, I shall pass on to you a 'Mystic Meditation Method'. I hope you... make good use of it, and in the future... slay demons and eliminate devils, to protect our human race..."

Having said this, he gave Wang Jian no opportunity to react or ask questions.

Chen Yan transformed the basic visualization mantra and mental power circulation path of the modified and simplified "Mystic Meditation Method" into a stream of information, forcibly imprinting it deep into Wang Jian's mind.

Once this was done, the "aged" voice vanished completely, leaving not a trace of sound...

It was as if he had run out of oil and died suddenly.

A trace of coolness brushed against the back of Wang Jian's neck. Before he could think it through, a soft light exploded deep within his consciousness.

Countless "bits of information" surged in like a stream; they were neither text nor speech, but impressions that embedded themselves directly into his mind like a brand.

He kept his eyes closed, yet he clearly saw a wisp of energy traveling along a mysterious trajectory within his consciousness.

It felt tingling when it wound past his brow, and warm when it drifted over his heart.

The circulation path, breathing rhythm, and essential techniques of the "Mystic Meditation Method" became instinct without the need for explanation; even his breathing slowed and lengthened on its own.

This transmission carried no pressure, no swelling pain, and no dizziness; the technique seeped into him like spring rain soaking into the soil.

He tried to regulate his breathing according to that rhythm, and the energy in his consciousness immediately followed the trajectory... his brow felt heavy, his heart felt warm, and it seemed as if a gentle light was condensing.

Wang Jian was suddenly stunned, standing frozen in place.

The senior... passed on his cultivation to me, and then... passed away?

A wave of immense sorrow and reverence instantly filled his chest.

He knelt on both knees toward the void and knocked his head firmly against the ground three times, his forehead colliding with the cold floor with a dull thud.

"This junior will never forget the grace of the senior's teaching! I will certainly not fail the senior's trust and will carry this method forward!"

He truly believed that the mysterious expert had exhausted his final shred of life force to save him and pass on the technique.

Little did he know, just as he was sorrowfully kowtowing.

Chen Yan, having finished "passing on his cultivation," was doing the exact opposite.

At the very last moment after imprinting the information, just as that strand of Divine Sense was about to dissipate.

Chen Yan, like a wild wolf that had been starving for three days and three nights, lunged fiercely at the pure mental energy that had scattered into the air after the Spirit Race's body was blown apart and had not yet fully dissipated!

Whale-swallowing! Absorption!

[Devoured Spirit Race mental origin! Mental power +356!]

[Skill "Mystic Meditation Method" proficiency significantly increased, breaking through to the Great Success realm! Current progress: Great Success (0/10000)]

[Skill "Divine Sense Differentiation" proficiency significantly increased, breaking through to the Great Success realm! Current progress: Great Success (0/10000)]

[Current mental power: 2456/10000!]

A massive, unimaginably pure amount of energy surged into Chen Yan's Divine Sense like a hundred rivers returning to the sea!

The spark that was about to extinguish instantly turned into a raging wildfire!

Not only was his consumed Divine Sense instantly replenished, but it was also several times more solid than before!

Both core skills had broken through, and his total mental power had skyrocketed crazily, achieving a reversal over his Qi and blood values in one fell swoop!

This wave was a massive profit!

At the same time, another notification sounded.

[Current investment target: Wang Jian]

[Investment action: Provided guidance to break the deadlock, gifted a cultivation technique, successfully reversed his certain-death situation, and helped him comprehend fist intent, stimulating his potential.]

[Comprehensive evaluation: Excellent!]

[Reward obtained: Luck +20!]