Purity Bamboo

"Ah~"

"Quack, quack, quack!"

"It hurts!"

The Buddhist son screamed, the mallard squawked in alarm, and Zhang Xuezhou cried out in pain.

Three utterly different voices came from a single mouth.

A foreign consciousness and Divine Sense had forced their way into the Divine Sense source in his mind. Although it was not physical contact like one body entering another, it was still a forcible intrusion, and the process could hardly be easy or pleasant.

But the Buddhist son was in even greater pain than Zhang Xuezhou.

He felt that he had underestimated the minor Third Realm cultivator before him far too much.

His target's cultivation was not high, but his Divine Sense was far stronger than it should have been for his realm, and was even on par with the Buddhist son's after his injury.

Great cultivators of the same level could neither transfer their cultivation to one another nor had any need to do so, and the Descent Incantation Method had an extremely high failure rate when used on a cultivator of the same level.

This Incantation Technique was used by high-level cultivators on the verge of death to pass down their legacy to lower-level cultivators. Their own beliefs could even influence the lower-level cultivator's growth for a long time.

That was the drawback the Buddhist son had mentioned.

But the Buddhist son had not expected his target to be nowhere near as weak as he had imagined, or that a mallard would be making a racket inside the Divine Sense source in his mind.

Three strands of Divine Sense crashed against one another, each collision landing on the Buddhist son's Divine Sense like a heavy punch.

"This shouldn't be happening. You haven't entered the Fourth Realm, so how could you have developed such a powerful ability?"

"Where