Zhang Xiaohua had just wanted to release his divine sense when a wry smile touched his lips. The Incense-Passing Cult restricted the use of divine sense in its surroundings; it had to be the effect of the Incense-Passing Cult's formation. Presumably, the Incense-Passing Cult had Qi Cultivation experts of its own. He was merely at the peak of the sixth layer of Qi Cultivation. Counting on his fingers, he had only just crossed the threshold of mid Qi Cultivation. He could only pass himself off as an expert before those masters of martial arts. If he truly encountered an immortal-path expert, would he not be toyed with in the palm of their hand?
People, whether on the immortal path or the martial path, had to keep a low profile. Only by living low-key and acting low-key could one achieve success in high style. Mm, even after succeeding, one still had to stay low-key. It was enough to secretly enjoy it alone—why share the joy of success with others for no reason? Did they even want to share it with you?
Having my divine sense suppressed is actually a good thing! Zhang Xiaohua thought. *Ever since the Spirit Guiding Technique reached its first layer, it has never changed. Some time ago, I was comprehending incantations, grasping the Heavenly Dao, and refining pills, so I had less time to cultivate my divine sense. Though I have continued cultivating the Spirit Guiding Technique bit by bit, there has been no sign of progress. That day, the book Artifact Refining Under Heaven stirred that thread of divine sense within my danxin. I still do not know how it could be cultivated successfully. That simple thread of divine sense can nearly rival all of my divine sense put together. If I can cultivate the Spirit