"What should I do, senior?!"
Wang Jian immediately realized that a powerful expert was secretly helping him. He hurriedly shouted toward the empty surroundings.
He had only just recovered from his exhaustion, and his voice was still trembling.
A voice didn't come through his ears. It sounded directly inside his mind:
"The Spirit Race is strange and elusive; it must have a weakness!"
"Find its physical body. Destroy it, and you can break this trap!"
Wang Jian didn't hesitate for a moment.
He immediately forced his weakened body to move, staying alert as he searched the area.
In secret, Chen Yan struggled to hold off the Spirit Race's fierce counterattack while using his keen divine sense to observe everything around him.
He soon noticed a detail.
Whenever Wang Jian approached a discarded trash bin at the end of the alley, the Spirit Race's mental attack weakened ever so slightly—so slightly that it was almost impossible to detect.
But as soon as Wang Jian moved away, the attack immediately grew fierce again.
"It's there!"
Chen Yan's voice rang out in Wang Jian's mind once more.
"Its body is hidden near that trash bin! Destroy it!"
The Spirit Race had clearly sensed Chen Yan's intentions. In an instant, it grew frenzied!
It stopped trying to keep Chen Yan occupied. All its mental power abruptly drew back as it tried to return to its true body at once!
"Trying to run?"
Although Chen Yan's divine sense had been greatly depleted and was growing somewhat indistinct, it still clung to his opponent like sticky candy.
He had to buy Wang Jian that crucial moment!
With the warning, Wang Jian's gaze flashed like lightning and locked onto the rusty trash bin.
There!
At this critical moment, he held nothing back. He squeezed every last bit of potential from deep within his body.
His Mystic Rock Bone constitution gave off a low hum, as if it had forged an unprecedented connection with the earth beneath his feet.
The Yellow-Black Fist intent, which he had only just begun to learn and barely understood, suddenly clicked into place. In that instant, he grasped it completely!
He stepped forward sharply, lowered his body, and settled into an exceptionally solid stance.
A dense, earthen-yellow glow suddenly flared around his right fist, no longer the faint glimmer it had been before.
All his vital energy and willpower, along with the trace of weight he had drawn from the earth, poured into that single punch!
"Yellow-Black Fist—Break!"
With a suppressed growl, his fist tore through the air around him.
There was no earth-shaking crash. He simply drove his fist squarely into the shadow behind the trash bin!
A dull cracking sound rang out.
It was an odd sound—not like a blow landing on metal, but more like a hammer smashing a ripe watermelon.
At the same time, a soundless shriek—piercing beyond measure and filled with despair and venom—exploded in Wang Jian's mind, then abruptly cut off.
As if it had been an illusion, the icy stillness that had enveloped the entire street burst apart like a punctured soap bubble.
The air began to move again, carrying the night's familiar chill.
In the distance, the faint sound of a passing car finally reached them. The city's hum of life returned.
The deadly trap was broken!
With a thud, Wang Jian could no longer hold himself up and dropped to one knee.
His muscles trembled uncontrollably. Sweat drenched him as if he had just been pulled from the water, and he gasped for breath, his lungs burning.
But he didn't dare delay. He immediately fumbled a phone out of his pocket and, with shaking fingers, called the Public Security Bureau's emergency line.
"West District... Qinghe Road... suspected high-level Spirit Race... request for backup..."
After reporting the location and situation as briefly as possible, he hung up and forced himself to his unsteady feet.
He looked around the deserted street, clasped his hands toward the empty air, and bowed deeply.
"Wang Jian, a disciple of Zhenwei Martial Arts Hall, thanks senior for saving my life!"
His voice was hoarse with exhaustion, but his gratitude was sincere.
"Please, senior, show yourself. Allow me to repay you someday!"
But Chen Yan, hidden nearby, had no time to respond.
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The strand of divine sense Chen Yan had split off had already been greatly depleted in the fierce struggle against the Spirit Race. Now it was so faint it was almost transparent, and could dissipate like a wisp of smoke at any moment.
Splitting off only a third of his divine sense had certainly been a cautious move.
But this time, Chen Yan realized that it might not be enough to handle unexpected situations!
If Wang Jian had acted even three or five breaths later, Chen Yan might have been the first to collapse.
"This kid knows how to show proper respect."
Chen Yan muttered to himself, his thoughts racing as a brilliant idea came to him.
He immediately imitated an old, feeble voice and sent it in fits and starts directly into Wang Jian's mind:
"Cough... cough, cough... I am... merely a wandering martial artist who cultivates spiritual power in seclusion. Today... I happened to be passing by..."
The voice was so faint it seemed ready to give out at any moment.
"That creature... was exceptionally ferocious. This old man's soul power is nearly exhausted... I fear I have little time left..."
"Your... steadfast will and unusual constitution make you... a kindred spirit..."
"Today, I shall pass on the Mystic Meditation Method. I hope you... make good use of it, and one day... slay demons, drive out evil, and protect our human race..."
Without giving Wang Jian any chance to respond or ask questions, Chen Yan sent the basic visualization formula and spiritual-power circulation route of the Meditation Method he had revised and simplified straight into the depths of Wang Jian's mind as a stream of information.
Once he had done that, the "old man's" voice vanished completely, leaving not the slightest sound...
It was as if his strength had run dry and he had passed away on the spot.
A faint chill swept across the back of Wang Jian's neck. Before he could think it over, a soft light burst inside the depths of his consciousness.
Countless streams of "information" poured in. They were neither words nor language, but perceptions like imprints, embedding themselves directly in his mind.
His eyes were closed, yet he could clearly see a wisp of energy tracing a mysterious path through his consciousness.
It tingled as it wound past his brow and warmed as it passed over his chest.
The Meditation Method's circulation path, breathing rhythm, and techniques for focusing settled into his instincts without explanation. Even his breathing naturally slowed and deepened.
The transmission brought no pressure, no pain, and no dizziness. The method seeped into him like spring rain soaking into the earth.
He tried regulating his breath to match its rhythm. The energy in his consciousness immediately followed the path... his brow grew heavy, his chest warm, and a gentle light seemed to gather within him.
Wang Jian suddenly froze, standing stock-still.
The senior had... passed on his cultivation to him, then... died?
A wave of overwhelming sorrow and reverence filled his chest.
He dropped to his knees before the empty air and knocked his head firmly against the ground three times. His forehead struck the cold pavement with dull thuds.
"I will never forget your kindness in passing on this teaching, senior! I swear I won't let you down. I'll carry this method forward!"
He thought the mysterious expert had exhausted the last of his life force saving him and passing on the method.
Little did he know that while he knelt in grief, Chen Yan was doing the exact opposite.
At the very last moment, after finishing the transmission of the information, the divine sense that had been on the verge of vanishing—
Chen Yan lunged like a wolf that hadn't eaten in three days, pouncing on the pure spiritual energy that had scattered through the air when the Spirit Race's body was destroyed, before it could dissipate completely!
Devour! Absorb!
[Devoured the Spirit Race's spiritual origin! Spiritual power +356!] [Skill "Meditation Method" proficiency greatly increased, breaking through to the Great Mastery realm! Current progress: Great Mastery (0/10000)] [Skill "Divine Sense Differentiation" proficiency greatly increased, breaking through to the Great Mastery realm! Current progress: Great Mastery (0/10000)] [Current spiritual power: 2456/10000!]
A vast amount of incomparably pure energy surged into Chen Yan's divine sense like a hundred rivers returning to the sea!
The spark that had nearly gone out instantly became a raging fire!
His depleted divine sense was not only replenished in an instant, but became several times more substantial than before!
Both of his core skills broke through, and his total spiritual power surged wildly, overtaking his vital energy in one fell swoop!
What a huge score!
At the same time, another prompt sounded.
[Current investment target: Wang Jian] [Investment action: Guided him to break the deadlock and gifted him a cultivation method, successfully turning around his certain-death situation and helping him comprehend fist intent, thereby awakening his potential.] [Overall rating: Excellent!] [Reward received: Fortune +20!]
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