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Chapter 660 - Chapter 660 Chapter 660 A Mix of Joy and Sorrow

Chapter 660: Chapter 660: A Mix of Joy and Sorrow Chapter 660: Chapter 660: A Mix of Joy and Sorrow Huang Fu Wu Xia was always quite beloved by the elderly patriarch in the clan, which is why she could carry the wooden carving of the patriarch’s guiding spirit with her.

But the patriarch protected many in the clan, and his Divine Sense was not something she could call upon at will.

She had an intuitive feeling that Feng Jun was shrouded in profound secrets, and, having had a brush with death, he did not mind cultivating the Soul Imprint Manual.

The Soul Imprint Manual was of an infusing type; there was no need to study further, for once it was read, one could directly cultivate it.

However, such a manual was not only illicit to buy and sell, but also dangerous to read, since it was directly absorbed by the Divine Sense.

Huang Fu Wu Xia knew Feng Jun did not mind and was overjoyed, feeling that it was worth invoking the patriarch’s Divine Sense when Feng Jun read the manual. The patriarch’s Divine Sense could then stealthily attach itself.

Of course, she wasn’t necessarily trying to seize anything; for now, she was just curious about Feng Jun’s background and secrets.

Understanding these could present her with a greater business opportunity.

In fact, she had no intention of provoking Feng Jun. If he hadn’t insisted on cultivating the Soul Imprint Manual, bringing doom upon himself, she wouldn’t even have thought to invoke the patriarch’s Divine Sense, let alone recall the words “elderly patriarch.”

Indeed, very few knew of Master Huang Fu’s formidable ability to project his consciousness into another, his prowess in this aspect was so strong that his Divine Sense could attach to another’s without detection.

Of course, if Master Huang Fu were to try anything within the other’s Divine Sense, it would be easy to expose him. Even if Feng Jun didn’t notice, it couldn’t fool a potential Golden Core Master behind him.

Therefore, the patriarch’s action this time was truly just a very small wisp of Divine Sense, and the Divine Sense Plaque he gave to Huang Fu Wu Xia could only reveal the location of that thread, transmitting no further information.

This fitted Huang Fu Wu Xia’s plan; she had no intention of controlling Feng Jun. Otherwise, she could have simply called a few elders who had reached the Emergence Stage from her family. Why bother the elderly patriarch?

In reality, there was no more appropriate time to use the patriarch’s Divine Sense than in such a situation.

However, to her disappointment, Feng Jun was in no hurry to cultivate the manual. Why? Could he be waiting for that Qi Refining Variant…

Feng Jun returned to Luohua Manor and, seeing that there was still time before lunch, he had two hours to spare.

He then took out the black stone tablet and carefully weighed it in his palm.

This tablet was crafted from a type of stone known as Obsidian. He had checked it over many times and found nothing abnormal, but for some reason, he always felt a little restless on the Earth Plane.

He considered the possibility that Huang Fu Wu Xia was causing mischief, but he was more suspicious that it had something to do with a “Curse.”

Curse, a concept well known on the Earth Plane, was often referred to as a Curse Technique.

Such a thing was very likely the result of a Soul Search and could even involve betrayal and deceit; having a curse placed on it by someone else wouldn’t be unusual.

Of course, this could also be psychological. Once on the Earth Plane, he felt a lot more at ease.

Regardless, things like curses and imprints couldn’t possibly traverse planes–at least not at the level of Golden Core or Nascent Soul.

Only beings at the confluence level, powerful enough to cross planes, could do so. He did not believe he had access to such secret manuals.

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and adjusted his mood. Once his blood energy stabilized and his breathing slowed, he picked up the Obsidian tablet and gently pressed it to his forehead.

The next moment, he felt a slight stirring in his sea of consciousness, and a flood of information rushed in.

He held on for a few breaths until the flow of information ceased. With his eyes still closed, he adjusted his blood energy.

His body was completely normal, with no adverse reactions, save for a slight swelling sensation at both temples.

“This Soul Imprint Manual is really easy to learn,” Feng Jun muttered softly, “It’s just like fitting a square peg in a square hole.”

In truth, he was speaking without considering the broader difficulties. Soul Imprint Manuals generally caused great impact to the sea of consciousness, particularly those obtained through Soul Search, more so.

It was only because he cultivated the “Telekinesis” Divine Sense technique, which greatly exceeded that of other cultivators, even matching those at the Emergence Stage, that he felt it went so smoothly.

At the same moment, in the Earth Plane, Huang Fu Wu Xia, who was meditating, suddenly felt an inexplicable tremor in her heart and opened her eyes to look at the small table in front of her.

The Divine Sense Plaque made of Obsidian Gold suddenly emitted a dazzling white light, and its temperature rose sharply.

The next moment, the Divine Sense Plaque burned through the wooden table and fell to the ground, shattering into four or five pieces.

Huang Fu Wu Xia vaguely heard a phrase, “Damn it, how could this…”

She knew that the mishap on her end had once again disturbed the elderly patriarch, who rarely cursed.

Looking at the Divine Sense Plaque broken into pieces, Chairman Huang Fu was somewhat stunned: Obsidian Gold might not be the toughest, but it wasn’t so fragile, being slightly more ductile than Black Iron.

The next moment, she jumped up and hastily retrieved the elderly patriarch’s wooden carving to light incense again–as a junior, she certainly couldn’t wait for the elderly patriarch to seek her out, right?

Master Huang Fu appeared once again, and even though it was just a projection, one could tell from his face that he was far from pleased, “Flawless, where did you just drop my Divine Sense Plaque?”

The principle of the Divine Sense Plaque and Divine Sense is like this: both actually contain the Divine Sense of our ancient ancestor. If that strand of Divine Sense were to attach itself to Feng Jun’s Divine Sense, then the residue Divine Sense in the plaque could detect that strand and make the corresponding judgment.

Because he was not interested in the affair and did not want to monitor his own Divine Sense, he specifically created a Divine Sense Plaque and entrusted it to Huang Fu Flawless–just operate the Divine Sense Plaque if you want to know anything, don’t bother me.

Who would have thought, that strand of Divine Sense hadn’t even had the chance to move, and before it could connect to the Divine Sense on this side, it was annihilated by the interdimensional barrier.

The Divine Sense Plaque needed to respond to that strand of Divine Sense, to make the connection, but it also collided directly with the interdimensional barrier.

The Divine Sense of a Golden Core Master is of course very powerful, especially Master Huang Fu, who has exceedingly profound achievements in this area.

But against the existence of an interdimensional level, there are but two words–ha-ha.

Forget about Golden Core; even Immortals of the Nascent Soul or Emergence Stage would turn to ash in an instant.

To Master Huang Fu, this concentration of Divine Sense in the plaque was quite significant. The sudden sensation of it melting like ice and snow even disturbed the Divine Sense of his true body.

If the Divine Sense Plaque hadn’t shattered, his true body’s Divine Sense might have been drawn in as well.

He truly found it strange, not even considering that the issue could be with that strand of Divine Sense. He felt it was more likely that the Divine Sense Plaque had been thrown into the mouth of a Soul Devouring Beast, or that a cultivator of Nascent Soul or higher level had launched an attack on it.

But the problem was, he was too far from Huang Fu Flawless. Without the little girl lighting the incense to worship the wooden carving, he could not sense anything.

Once the wooden carving was activated by the incense, he descended in thought at the first opportunity, and upon seeing that he was in front of Flawless, he couldn’t help but speak out, “The Divine Sense Plaque, where have you thrown it to?”

“It’s just on the table,” Huang Fu Flawless pointed, somewhat bemused, “Look, even the table has been burnt through.”

As a Golden Core Cultivator, Master Huang Fu understood after one glance, “Oh, that strand of Divine Sense encountered a problem–damn, isn’t this too much? It should have ended after erasing that strand of Divine Sense; why attack my Divine Sense Plaque? Is this picking a fight?”

Huang Fu Flawless was speechless, “So it really was him; Ancestral God, what is the cultivation level of the person who made the move?”

Master Huang Fu pondered for a moment then asked, “Before the Divine Sense Plaque shattered, did anyone give a warning?”

“No, it happened in the blink of an eye,” replied Huang Fu Flawless, a bit stunned, “I just saw the Divine Sense Plaque emit a white light, then whoosh–the wooden table was burnt through, and then… it was like this.”

Master Huang Fu was instantly taken aback and murmured lowly after a long pause, “A blink of an eye? This isn’t the cultivation level of Nascent Soul…”

“Ah?” the astonished Huang Fu Flawless’s mouth hung open “Could it be an Immortal of the Emergence Stage?”

In this realm’s Cultivation World, it was Golden Core that was revered, with Nascent Soul only occasionally seen, and absolutely no Emergence Stage.

“It might not even be Emergence,” Master Huang Fu gave a bitter smile. He had a rather high opinion of himself, “My Divine Sense can withstand a Nascent Soul; and even if I met an Emergence Stage, it’s not that… sigh, never mind, I am leaving…”

He felt a sort of frightful sensation. While that strand of Divine Sense might be inconsequential, the Divine Sense in the plaque was equivalent to three years of his arduous cultivation. If the will of this descending Divine Sense were to be struck down, it would take him twenty years to recover.

“Don’t go, Ancestral God,” called out Huang Fu Flawless, seeing his figure fade away, “I told you. This person is interesting, and he might not have any hostility. It could be really that counterattack mechanism… right?”

The incense was only ten centimeters, burning rapidly, and just as it was about to burn down, a voice transmitted from the air, “Hmm, alright, he is interesting. Make an effort to befriend him…”

Seeing the incense finally burn out, Huang Fu Flawless put away the wooden carving, a smile creeping onto her lips, “Humph, I knew you had a secret… but for offending my family’s Ancestral God, how can I let you off?”

After a while, she murmured softly to herself, “Should I… go look for that person now?”

“But, it’s late at night, and that person is cultivating a harmonizing Cultivation Technique… Can’t you have some guts and cultivate some serious techniques?”

Meanwhile, Feng Jun was unaware that he was being spoken of as he excitedly assimilated the ‘Thirty-Six Essence Blood Control Techniques.’

On the Mobile Phone plane, there’s an unwritten rule: Dharma that requires Essence Blood to control tends to be easier to master–for instance, Feng Jun’s first research into Talismans was the ‘Thunderclap Talisman,’ followed by the Gan Lin Talisman.

However, the first one he successfully crafted was the ‘Essence Blood Protection Talisman’–and he had only recently acquired this Talisman, spending the least amount of time researching it.

Thirty-Six Essence Blood Control Techniques also followed this rule, being easy to master, especially considering its related information was directly infused into his mind.

By lunchtime, he had already grasped the secret technique, so he went straight to the Bamboo Forest after eating.

Li Shishi was his assistant, calling out from behind, “President Feng, are you not going to take a nap?”

In her memory, President Feng always cared about taking midday rest.

“No,” Feng Jun replied offhand. He had had plenty of sleep before coming to the Earth Plane and was eager to experience the power of the newly learned secret technique.

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