Dao-Severing Immortal, Jiang Yingxue's Talent

Inside the wooden hut.

Ling Yun carefully closed the secret manual and tucked it into his robes.

After reading the entire manual, he was now completely certain that this divine ability was real—and immensely powerful.

The other party had not toyed with him. Yet having lived at the bottom for decades, Ling Yun did not immediately feel excited or thrilled.

Instead, he was afraid. His thoughts ran wild.

He knew all too well that there was no such thing as a benefit falling from the heavens. There had to be a purpose behind everything.

Could the other party have taken a liking to him?

Did he want to take him as a disciple? Was this a test?

Or had he seen through Ling Yun's constitution?

Although Ling Yun did not know the origin of his constitution, he knew in his heart that once it was exposed, it would inevitably draw the covetous eyes of countless great powers. When that happened, he would never know freedom again.

Compared to the goodwill of the cultivation world, Ling Yun was more willing to believe that malice would reach him first.

Thus, ever since learning that his constitution was unusual, he had never dared reveal it.

For fear of attracting covetous eyes.

He had heard that some old monsters even enjoyed seizing the bodies of prodigies to cultivate anew.

No!

Perhaps he could no longer stay in the Starfall Ancient Realm!

Uneasy, Ling Yun looked beyond the starry sky, his gaze gradually hardening.

Seven days later.

Luo Chen was on Spirit Deer Peak, guiding his disciples in the art of alchemy.

When his divine sense noticed Ling Yun's movements, the corner of his mouth twitched.

He had not expected his well-intentioned gesture to make Ling Yun overthink things so much that he directly developed