The power of the Divine Sense was extremely mysterious. It was formless and imperceptible.
Only the Divine Sense could resist the prying of the Divine Sense.
Without a doubt, none of the disciples of the Four Great Forces, even those who had reached the peak ninth-layer Qi Path, had cultivated the Divine Sense.
In fact, cultivators like Lin Buzheng who had awakened the Divine Sense at the Qi Path Realm were rare.
Most cultivators, no matter how talented they were, had to follow the rules and only awaken their Divine Sense after reaching the Spirit Path Realm.
With the support of the Divine Sense, Lin Buzheng's strength did not lose to the genius disciples of the Four Great Forces.
Lin Buzheng had absolute confidence that he would only need around a hundred moves to defeat these geniuses.
In the next moment, Lin Buzheng retracted his Divine Sense and passed through the crowd, heading out of the mountain.
Not long after, he walked out of the inn opened by the Bahuang Wanbao Pavilion and returned to the main residence.
On the streets of the Evergreen Princess' residence, the disciples of the clan came and went, creating a hubbub of noise.
He didn't look any different from how he was in the past.
"It's Lin Fei-yan and Fatty Lin!"
Lin Buzheng squinted his eyes.
He saw two familiar figures in a restaurant on the side of the street and quickly walked over.
Recently, Lin Buzheng had been focusing on cultivation and did not keep in contact with Lin Fei-yan and Fatty Lin.
Now that they met again, they naturally had to drink.
Apart from that, Lin Fei-yan was an elite disciple of the clan and had access to the upper echelons of the clan.
Fatty Lin was smart and knew many secrets of the clan.
Lin Buzheng might be able to find out information about himself from the two.
Apart from Lin Fei-yan and Fatty Lin, there was another figure at the table.
She was a skinny and weak young girl.
She wore green clothes and had a depressed expression on her face.
If Lin Buzheng remembered correctly, this woman's name was Lin Qing Qing.
Like Lin Buzheng and Fatty Lin, they were all disciples from the branch family of Yong Ning City.
"Big Brother, you finally appeared!"
"We haven't seen each other for so long. Where did Big Brother go?"
Lin Fei-yan and Fatty Lin were surprised and overjoyed to see Lin Buzheng. They rose to their feet and welcomed him warmly.
Liu Qingqing also stood up and bowed respectfully.
Not long ago, Lin Buzheng defeated Lin Tianhe, Lin Zheng, and Lin Luan in a spar of magical powers. He had already become an influential figure in the clan.
Compared to when he first joined the sect, his status had undergone an earth-shattering change. He vaguely had the aura of a promising future.
As such, even though Lin Fei-yan and Fatty Lin were on good terms with Lin Buzheng, they were still extremely respectful toward him.
On top of that, Lin Buzheng had also awakened the power of Divine Sense.
Although Lin Fei-yan and Fatty Lin were limited by their cultivation and could not sense the existence of this power, they could feel the aura from Lin Buzheng's body. It was extremely majestic and dignified.
As such, their attitude toward Lin Buzheng became even more respectful.
"Have a seat!"
Lin Buzheng nodded and sat down in a relaxed manner.
Together with Lin Feiyan and Little Fatty Lin, they ate heartily and drank heartily.
After three rounds of wine, the atmosphere became lively.
"Big Brother, look, I've obtained a middle-grade artifact!"
In the next moment, the drunken Little Fatty Lin took out a ring from his pocket and showed it off.
Ding!
As Lin Buzheng saw, the ring on Fatty Lin's hand was emitting a dazzling light.
The surface of the ring was engraved with countless inscriptions, making it look extremely mysterious and sacred.
It was indeed a rare middle-grade artifact.
"Tsk, this ring of yours is just a casual creation of a disciple of the Flying Dragon Sect. It's not worth much."
"An artifact made by a disciple of the Chongsheng Sect is rare!"
Lin Fei-yan took a big gulp of wine and snorted at the artifact that Fatty Lin took out.
Above the clans of Yong Ning City was the clan of Princess Changqing.
Above the main clan was the Sect.
The Chongsheng Sect, the Flying Dragon Sect, and the other Sects were even more terrifying than the five major factions of Yong Ning City.
Be it martial arts manuals, pills, or artifacts, as long as they were slightly related to these Sects, their value would increase by at least tenfold.
"So what?"
"You're just jealous. Why don't you take out the Chongsheng Sect's artifact and show it to everyone?"
Fatty Lin sneered.
Lin Fei-yan and Fatty Lin were born to be incompatible. Every time they met, they would fight.
Lin Buzheng took a big gulp of wine. He was already used to it.
"You, you damn fatty, I curse you to be captured by the Demonic Lord Bewitchment. First your ass, then your heart."
"Let's see if your middle-grade artifact can save you then!"
In the end, Lin Feiyan could not win against Little Fatty Lin in an argument. He admitted defeat with a look of dissatisfaction on his face.
However, he was still cursing Little Fatty Lin at the side.
The Demonic Lord Bewitchment was a supreme expert that had appeared in Evergreen County recently.
It was said that he came from a mysterious demonic sect, and his cultivation had reached the terrifying Dao realm.
His mental power was so strong that he could bewitch people with just a look.
Even a spirit path cultivator could not resist it.
The Demonic Lord Bewitchment was a lustful person who loved women the most.
He would kidnap beauties and humiliate them, then kill them cruelly and dig out their hearts to go with wine.
As a result, all the female martial artists in Evergreen County felt insecure.
In order to curse Fatty Lin, Lin Fei-yan had even used the Demonic Lord Bewitchment. He had really put in a lot of effort.
"Qingqing, what are you thinking about? Why are you so depressed?"
In the next moment, Lin Buzheng turned to look at Lin Qingqing with concern.
He noticed that Lin Qingqing had been depressed since the beginning. It was obvious that she had something on her mind.
"No, nothing."
"I just feel that cultivating in the main house is too stressful."
"I want to go home …"
Lin Qingqing forced a smile at Lin Buzheng.
She reached out and tidied her messy hair behind her ear with her slender hand.
A simple sentence instantly calmed down the atmosphere on the table.
"In Yongning City, my cultivation is only below Brother Bu Zheng, Lin Hao, and a few others."
"I thought that I would be able to improve after coming to the main house."
"But I didn't expect that the disciples of the main house are as strong as the clouds. The competition is a hundred times more intense than the branch families."
"I'm tired, I want to go home."
Lin Qingqing let out a long sigh. Her voice was filled with endless bitterness.
Lin Buzheng remained silent.
In the world of martial arts, which cultivator did not want to become stronger?
However, the path of cultivation was a heaven-defying path against the heavens, against the earth, and against others.
The slightest bit of carelessness could cause one to perish. Their bodies would be crushed and they would be doomed eternally.
Lin Qingqing's cultivation was only at the third stage of the qi path, and she did not have any heaven-defying talent.
In the main house, no matter how much she cultivated, she would never be able to stand out.
She had no fate with the resources of the main house to nurture elite disciples.
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