After exchanging glances with Ghosteye Granny, Lin Jin had learned a thing or two about psychic attacks. Truth be told, Lin Jin definitely had an innate advantage in terms of psychic cultivation.
He had the Museum of Deadly Beasts. Every time he mentally traversed through the collection to research on beasts and research methods to cure them, he would have to use his psychic power to enter the museum.
As time went by, Lin Jin's psychic power had been trained by the museum to become incredibly resilient and powerful.
Just like a young man who had never practiced martial arts before, he had a strong physique since he was young. His stamina was more than ten times that of his peers, and his physique was one in a million.
If a talent like this were to learn martial arts one day, would he be able to improve by leaps and bounds?
That was for sure.
It could be said that Ghosteye Granny's attack had opened a door for Lin Jin. It was as if she had poked open a paper window, allowing him to see a whole new world.
Outside Xuan Dao Sect's Everlasting Hall, Lin Jin and the young man standing behind Spiritual Master Miao Yan locked eyes. Immediately, Lin Jin sensed a psyche trying to infiltrate and spy on him.
"Impudent!"
Lin Jin was obviously upset.
After all, he was a guest and this inhuman young man was trying to spy on him. Was he relying on his powerful psychic power?
This reminded Lin Jin of Ghosteye Granny. Didn't she try to kill Lin Jin with a glare just because she was proficient in psychic spells? She ended up asking for trouble.
Although this young man meant no harm, Lin Jin's place wasn't a public restroom where he could come and go as he pleased. Lin Jin decided to play a trick. He deliberately let his guard down and allowed the man's psyche to enter.
He could sense that the man's psyche was delighted and even pleased with himself.
It was the kind of arrogance that came from someone who felt that no one would notice even if he had done something bad.
Then, the psyche began searching and probing. Just then, Lin Jin abruptly cut off the man's path of retreat. It was as if he was waiting for a thief to enter the house and then suddenly locked the door.
This was going to get interesting.
The consciousness of the other party froze for a moment. Then, he tried to leave. However, he realized that he could not leave at all. This time around, he was clearly flustered.
Lin Jin's ability to seal off his psyche was self-taught. As the saying went, 'Offense and Defense are interlinked'. After fighting Ghosteye twice, and after some pondering, Lin Jin managed to come up with a spell that utilized psyche. Now that he was putting it into practice, it was surprisingly effective.
The teenager's brows were tightly knitted together but he didn't move an inch. Lin Jin was the same. But because he was unprepared, Lin Jin actually had the upper hand.
Perhaps False Immortals with insufficient cultivation bases wouldn't be able to detect a battle of divine will, but for a True Immortal like Reverend Miao Yan, it would be a problem if he couldn't detect it.
At this moment, Reverend Miao Yan was the first to notice the problem. With a careful look, he knew what was going on.
It was Mr. Qi who was curious so he tried to probe Lin Jin with his psyche. He thought it would be a sure thing, but who knew he would be trapped by Lin Jin's psyche.
This was simply unbelievable.
Although Mr. Qi's strength had been greatly reduced due to his injuries and his psyche was much weaker, he was once a glorious man. On the other hand, Lin Jin was a mere mortal yet his psyche was so strong that it was comparable to a true immortal.
'He really is Immortal Unfettered's disciple! ' Reverend Miao Yan mused. Mr. Qi was clearly in the wrong here. After all, it was Mr. Qi who tried to probe Lin Jin with his psyche first, which was why he was trapped. Reverend Miao Yan couldn't act recklessly either. Invoking a spell, he sent his psyche out to where Lin Jin was.
Mister Qi's Divine Sense was in the middle of it, unable to move up, down, left, or right.
Mr. Qi was clearly panicking.
He began to run around randomly, hoping to use his psyche's brute force to break out.
However, the surrounding clouds were extremely tight, and the clouds were very resilient. It was like a giant net in all directions, and there was no way to break through. Every time he tried, he would be bounced back.
Just then, a vague silhouette appeared outside the clouds.
It was Lin Jin's psyche. Staring at Mr. Qi within the clouds, Lin Jin mused, 'How dare a brat plot against me?'
Of course, strictly speaking, it wasn't a plot. After all, Mr. Qi wasn't hostile and was completely different from the ghost-eyed granny. He was just probing.
But Lin Jin didn't like it.
Just then, Lin Jin heard a commotion inside the Museum of Deadly Beasts. Turning around, he froze.
There was a new entry in the museum, and it was the brat he trapped. When Lin Jin saw who it was, he was stunned.
"Oh my god!" Lin Jin felt his hair stand on end as he read the information in the museum.
If his Divine Will had hairs on it.
"Rank 8 immortal beast, qilin, attribute of thunder and lightning."
"Paragon of beasts, remarkable."
"Damaged foundation, cultivation greatly reduced. There are three ways to treat it, namely …"
Ignoring everything else, just the first line alone made Lin Jin's scalp tingle.
Rank 8 immortal beast?
Was this a joke? He actually trapped a Rank 8 immortal beast. It felt like he was digging his own grave. This was the reason why Lin Jin was afraid. But soon, he realized that if this Rank 8 qilin was really that powerful, it shouldn't be unable to break out of a newbie's psyche predicament.
"Right, it's injured!" Lin Jin immediately checked the qilin's injuries. After a careful study, he nodded to himself. "No wonder!"
This Mr. Qilin had been seriously injured, even to the extent that his foundation was damaged. It was really lucky that he was still alive. With this kind of injury, any Genuine Immortal would definitely die. However, this Qilin Immortal Beast could actually live for thousands of years with such serious injuries.
Impressive indeed.
Just then, Lin Jin felt another psyche approaching him. Turning around, he saw Spiritual Master Miao Yan's silhouette looming in the distance. Spiritual Master Miao Yan saluted him and said, "Brother Lin, Mr. Qilin doesn't mean any harm. He's probably just curious about you so he used his psyche to check on you. I'm sure you can tell."
Spiritual Master Miao Yan was very polite.
After all, this was a telepathic meeting. Even Chen Xuankong and the others weren't aware of it.
Moreover, Spiritual Master Miao Yan was now certain that Lin Jin's strength was extraordinary. Even if he wasn't an immortal, his knowledge and knowledge far surpassed that of an average immortal.
For example, Lin Jin's psyche seemed extremely stable. Since ancient times, the cultivation of psyche was extremely secretive and rare. Regular itinerant cultivators had no chance of obtaining it. Only a few major immortal sects would have such a legacy.
However, to truly condense a psyche was extremely difficult. Not only did it depend on luck, but it also depended on talent.
On the other hand, many barbarian immortal shamans were born with powerful psyches. They could use their psyche to perform witchcraft, which was incredibly strange and impossible to guard against.
However, Lin Jin wasn't a barbarian immortal shaman. It could only be said that this' Curator 'was remarkable to be able to produce such a talented disciple.
Spiritual Master Miao Yan glanced at the faintly discernible door behind Lin Jin. He was almost certain that this Curator was Unfettered Immortal.
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