The Sixth Sense

What was this? A soul ring!

Where had this soul ring come from?

Just as Ji Feng was wondering where his soul ring had come from, a young girl's giggle rang out.

"Big brother~ What do you think~ Don't you love it~ There's another room, too~"

A room?

This was a room!

Ji Feng opened Blood Gate One. Like the original space, this place was roughly a hundred square meters, only without the Dragon Corpse.

Without the Dragon Corpse taking up space, it felt much more open.

Buckets, chairs, tables-all his everyday necessities were here.

The Dragon Corpse had deliberately moved these things into Room One.

Ji Feng was dumbfounded.

He wasn't surprised that the Dragon Corpse could move things. That was an application of telekinesis. What truly shocked him was that she could add another space to the Undead Demiplane!

The Undead Demiplane had been created by Electrolux, yet this Dragon Corpse could expand it further. Just what level was she at?

With an extra room, Ji Feng was both surprised and delighted.

He looked at the Dragon Corpse and asked, "Then where did this soul ring come from?"

"Big brother, this is my present to you. You've fed me so much, so of course I had to give you something in return."

"You gave me this soul ring? You've become my soul spirit? Seriously?"

"What's a soul spirit? I don't know, but this space really is amazing. I can pass my power on to you, as long as you have an available soul ring slot."

"Then why is there only one soul ring? My second martial soul can clearly hold two. Did you skim one off?"

This Dragon Corpse really had solved a huge problem for Ji Feng.

Getting a suitable soul ring for his "Space" martial soul was as hard as climbing to heaven.

Ji Feng couldn't remember the original story ever mentioning a soul beast with spatial abilities.

He wouldn't even have known where to start looking.

Now that the Dragon Corpse could cosplay as a soul spirit and give him soul rings, he wouldn't have to risk his life getting them anymore.

Sweet!

"Oh, big brother, I can only do as much work as the food I've eaten allows. You've only fed me this much, so I could only condense one twenty-five-thousand-year soul ring~ Boohoo~ Your little sister is so useless~ I couldn't make more soul rings~ It's all your little sister's fault~"

What a little manipulator.

"All right, all right. What can this soul ring do?"

"Big brother, this is only a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring. It only has one soul skill."

"Why don't I feel anything? What soul skill? Why does there seem to be so much more dust?"

"That's the ability, big brother. First soul skill: Spatial Perception."

"Spatial Perception? So it enhances my perception? That's pretty useful."

"Not just that, big brother. All five of your senses will improve. Most importantly, your sixth sense."

"Sixth sense? What sixth sense? Hey, little sister, don't go quiet on me."

Once the Dragon Corpse shut her mouth, Ji Feng was like an idiot talking to thin air. Anyone watching would have thought he had schizophrenia.

"Oh, big brother, I'm tired. Don't worry about that sixth sense. You'll feel it yourself."

Ji Feng didn't press her further. With this Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring, his perception had become much sharper. If he ran into that old lady's crooked shop again, he would definitely sense it beforehand.

The perception granted by this soul skill operated on a spatial level.

In simpler terms, wherever there was space, Ji Feng could perceive it.

In this world, what wasn't within space?

Only people's minds.

Apart from what people were thinking, Ji Feng could perceive everything.

In a splendid mood, Ji Feng stopped disturbing his little sister's rest. He still had to go see Tang Ya.

After leaving the Undead Demiplane, Ji Feng strode toward Soul Tool Street. Before he had covered even half the distance, an elegant carriage stopped in his path.

"Sir, your carriage?"

Ji Feng froze.

"I didn't call for a carriage."

Regardless of what Ji Feng said, the coachman went on, "That place? I know it! I know it! Three Silver Soul Coins."

Ji Feng was dumbfounded. I'm not even taking a carriage. Why are you telling me all this?

The coachman pulled back the carriage curtain on his own. "Get in, sir."

Ji Feng looked up and saw someone inside.

The person was tall, dressed in a black feathered gown and a formal hat with its brim pulled very low.

The two peaks on her chest rose so high that Ji Feng could tell at a glance she wasn't a man.

She was a woman.

The woman raised her head, and Ji Feng immediately recognized her as Ning Yu of the Ning Family.

Ji Feng climbed straight into the carriage. The coachman lowered the curtain and set off at once.

"Boss Ning, where are we going?"

"To see that girl with you."

Ji Feng asked, "Why are you dressed like this? Are you trying to hide?"

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had always favored lavish attire. Ning Yu's plain black outfit was clearly unusual.

"In the Jianghu, blows are always traded back and forth. Yesterday, we killed Ma Chuwen. Now it's their turn to come after us."

"Did someone see us? What evidence do they have that we did it?"

"They don't need evidence. They only need a pretext to act. The Xiang Family knows I had a grudge against Ma Chuwen.

"We struck at Ma Chuwen from the shadows, and the Xiang Family's pill workshop won't act openly either. I need to lie low for a while and return to Inkstone Village."

"Inkstone Village? Until when?"

"Until the Xiang Family is willing to sit down and talk properly with me."

Ji Feng curled his lip. "You can talk over something like this? Wouldn't they just crush you to death as soon as they made a move?"

Ning Yu took a deep breath, the peaks on her chest heaving. "We're all doing business, just trying to make money. They won't make mortal enemies of us either.

"We all show each other respect. Our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect has quite a reputation in the Jianghu, too."

Whenever she spoke of the Jianghu, Ning Yu wore a proud expression.

Yet even now, Ji Feng still didn't understand what the Jianghu was.

Wasn't that something that only existed in martial arts novels?

"If this can be negotiated, why didn't you talk to the Xiang Family sooner?"

"Ah, things aren't what they used to be. In the past, our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect could talk to anyone we wanted. Now, Shrek City no longer needs us."

They didn't even need the strongest support family anymore?

But thinking about it, that made sense. Ning Rongrong's Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda hadn't been passed down, and members of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect could only reach rank seventy-nine at most.

People called it the number-one support martial soul out of courtesy.

In truth, everyone knew that since soul tools had appeared, soul tools were the best support.

Forget it. No point thinking about it. What mattered most now was finding a route to slip into the Sun Moon Empire.

Their Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect should have some connections.

"Boss Ning, how would I get to the Sun Moon Empire? Do you know a way?"

"The Sun Moon Empire? That's difficult. The border is very tense right now, and visas are tightly restricted."

Ji Feng smiled. "It's fine. I was just asking."

After half a day's journey, the coachman brought the carriage to Inkstone Village.

This place produced an ink-colored stone that could be used to dye clothing or craft low-grade soul tools.

Ji Feng got out of the carriage and followed Ning Yu into a small courtyard.

The courtyard was decorated with colorful gemstones and had three large, single-story houses.

Dust still lingered on the houses. They had clearly only recently been cleaned, and some spots hadn't been cleaned thoroughly.

Tang Ya was staying in the tile-roofed house to the east. Light refracted through the gemstones fell across her face in a riot of colors, making her look terribly pale.

Her meridians were still obstructed, and her lower body remained in a kneeling position.