A strand of killing intent faintly emerged from the center of her brow.
In the silent Hundred Herb Garden, an incomparably terrifying pressure appeared.
Chen Changsheng stared blankly at her face, feeling the strand of killing intent and the ocean-like pressure around him. He subconsciously stopped struggling, vaguely guessing that something must have happened.
She looked into his eyes. Was the problem in his eyes?
No, the eyes were the windows to the soul.
Through his eyes, she saw his sea of consciousness.
She could not see his thoughts, but she could clearly feel that strand of divine sense that did not belong to him.
That strand of divine sense was very faint, but also very tenacious and very cunning. It hid in the deepest part of Chen Changsheng's sea of consciousness, quietly lying on the bottom of the sea with those rocks formed from his subconscious. Not to mention Chen Chang Sheng himself, even if it was her, if it wasn't for her sudden desire to look at Chen Chang Sheng tonight and attempt to find something in his face and eyes to confirm or deny her conjecture, she wouldn't have been able to discover that extremely fine divine sense.
"Who would be so daring to attack him?"
She looked at that strand of divine sense in the depths of Chen Changsheng's sea of consciousness and gave a cold snort.
With this cold snort, a strand of her divine sense entered Chen Changsheng's sea of consciousness. Of course, this was only an extremely small portion of her entire divine sense. Otherwise, with the strength of her divine sense, the moment it entered Chen Changsheng's sea of consciousness, his head would probably explode and he would die.
Even so, when that strand of divine sense entered, Chen Changsheng's sea of consciousness still fell into a violent storm. Countless huge waves were constantly generated, countless bubbles appeared on the surface of the sea, and even the deepest part of the sea was affected.
That strand of divine sense that had invaded Chen Changsheng's sea of consciousness had been hidden at the bottom of the sea for who knew how long. At this time, it could no longer disguise itself. Along with the great waves that reached deep into the sea, the surrounding seawater was instantly dyed red.
An incomparably terrifying stench of blood flooded the world.
Chen Changsheng's sea of consciousness seemed to become a sea of blood.
This hidden strand of divine sense, after appearing in Tibet, was actually so powerful. One could imagine, if it wasn't discovered in advance, how easy would it be for the owner of this strand of divine sense to secretly kill Chen Chang Sheng one day!
Even now, that strand of divine sense still wanted to kill Chen Changsheng.
Chen Chang Sheng still didn't know anything. His Sea of Consciousness was currently experiencing countless storms. Under the violent storms, the color of blood gradually spread towards the horizon. But he didn't realize it himself. He just felt a little absent-minded.
Fortunately, she was sitting in front of him – whether Chen Chang Sheng was that person or not, it was still her business. She wouldn't allow anyone else to touch it, even if it was her own dog that attacked Chen Chang Sheng.
That's right, in the instant that strand of divine sense floated up along with the seawater, she knew who planted this strand of divine sense in Chen Chang Sheng's sea of consciousness, because that bloody scent was too clear, too pungent.
She dipped her hand into the bowl and dipped it into the tea.
Chen Chang Sheng absentmindedly felt as though he had returned to a long time ago. At that time, she had dipped her finger in tea and written the word "Ice" on the stone table, helping him find New North Bridge and thus finding the Black Dragon.
But this time she wasn't going to write.
She flicked her finger and a drop of tea fell on Chen Chang Sheng's forehead.
With a sizzling sound, the drop of tea turned into white smoke and disappeared without a trace.
Chen Chang Sheng only felt a buzzing sound in his sea of consciousness and fainted just like that.
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At the same time that the drop of tea fell on Chen Chang Sheng's forehead, in that mansion in the alley of the Northern Military Department, a teacup fell to the ground, shattering into pieces.
Zhou Tong's hand froze in the air, his face abnormally pale, as if he had contracted a serious illness in an extremely short period of time. Then, his hand began to tremble, and soon after, his entire body began to tremble. The surface of his crimson official's gown, because of the trembling, was slightly warped, resembling a sea of blood blown by the wind.
Just a moment ago, he had steeped a bowl of very good black tea. When the temperature was right and he was about to drink it, he didn't expect his sea of consciousness to suddenly feel an extremely intense pain.
That pain was so real, as if someone had used a rusty knife to stab into the depths of his brain. Even he was unable to endure this pain. His fingers loosened, causing the teacup to fall to the ground.
Only he, who had dealt with pain for half his life, could still sit in his chair at this moment. Although his face was pale and his body was trembling, as if he was suffering from a terrible illness, at least he hadn't fainted.
In the instant that his sea of consciousness was in pain, Zhou Tong knew what had happened.
On that day in the small courtyard where the crabapple blossoms had bloomed, he had borrowed the sinister pressure of Zhou Prison, not sparing any effort to use a technique to conceal a strand of his spiritual sense in the depths of Chen Chang Sheng's sea of consciousness.
The Great Crimson Gown was truly worthy of being called the most bizarre of consciousness-type attacks. He had done this so silently that neither Chen Chang Sheng nor Tang Thirty-Six had noticed.
But even the most powerful and bizarre consciousness-type attacks would still be limited. Zhou Tong's Great Crimson Gown could not allow him to constantly investigate the situation in Chen Chang Sheng's sea of consciousness. It was more like a spy, hidden in the plains behind the enemy lines, recording everything it saw. Later on, when Zhou Tong withdrew that strand of spiritual sense, he would know just what Chen Chang Sheng had encountered in the last few days, just who it was.
Of course, that strand of spiritual sense that was like a roaming cavalryman could, at certain special moments, launch a suicidal attack against the generals in the enemy camp.
This was also a method that Zhou Tong had prepared. He wanted to control Chen Chang Sheng's life and death with a single thought.
But he had not expected that his strand of spiritual sense would actually be discovered by someone and even directly obliterated by that person!
The obliteration of that strand of spiritual sense had a direct backlash against his sea of consciousness, inflicting severe injuries on him.
Who was it? Who could discover that strand of spiritual sense hidden in the depths of Chen Chang Sheng's sea of consciousness? And who had such a powerful divine ability that could so easily obliterate his Great Crimson Gown?
Zhou Tong's face was very pale, his eyes bloodshot, shocked and confused. With a chill, he thought to himself, could it be the Pope?
There were very few people in the world that could see through his Great Crimson Gown secret technique, and only a scant few people in the capital. The Pope was naturally one of them. It was just that he had made the appropriate arrangements to hide it from the Pope's eyes, so how could the Pope see through it?
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When Chen Chang Sheng woke up, he realized that he had fallen asleep on the stone table.
He raised his head and saw that the middle-aged woman had left at some point. The teapot and teacups on the stone table had vanished without a trace, as had the Black Goat. The night forest of the Hundred Herb Garden was still so serene and beautiful, the cheerful cries of insects echoing everywhere.
This place was so quiet and beautiful that it seemed like a dream. He really did feel like he had just been dreaming.
He had not met the middle-aged woman by the pond, nor had he followed her to the Hundred Herb Garden, nor had he sat across from her to drink tea.
He subconsciously extended his hand to touch the space between his eyebrows and realized that his hand was somewhat damp and cool.
He drew back his finger and glanced at it, but he could not confirm that it was that drop of tea.
But that damp and cool feeling was especially good, seeping into his heart from the space between his eyebrows, making him feel incomparably refreshed.
For some reason, he felt much more relaxed, much more clear-headed, as if his body had been carefully washed from the inside out, leaving not a single filth behind.
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After returning to the Orthodox Academy from the Hundred Herb Garden, Chen Chang Sheng thought of his previous encounter and felt somewhat uneasy. He began to meditate under the great banyan tree and began to examine himself, but he did not discover anything strange. Whether it was his Ethereal Palace, his sea of consciousness, or his meridians, they were all the same as before. Those severed meridians were still blocked, his true essence had not been damaged, his spiritual sense had not grown stronger, only … there seemed to be a different Qi.
If his previous spiritual sense could be said to be as tranquil as water and as heavy as a mountain, then it was as if it had been washed by the spring rain. The surface of the water was much livelier and the mountains much wetter.
Was it the change brought about by that drop of tea? Chen Chang Sheng did not know, nor could he understand. He sat in a daze under the tree by the lake for a very long time, before getting up and leaving.
Returning to the small building, he went to Zhexiu's room as usual. Inserting a golden needle into the neck, gently transferring true essence, aiding in the dispersion of the medicinal effects, there were only a few methods of treatment.
After so many days of treatment, with Chen Chang Sheng's medical expertise as well as the spiritual medicines that he had obtained from the Li Palace and stolen from the Hundred Herb Garden, Zhexiu's body had already greatly improved. A few days ago, he was able to walk a few steps while supported. But he still continued to lie in bed for long periods of time, unless absolutely necessary, he would not even turn over. Xuan Yuan Po had once expressed his confusion about this, but only Chen Chang Sheng knew the reason.
The dark times of Zhou Prison had left far too many wounds on Zhexiu's body. Those wounds had gradually healed on the surface, but the pain still remained within his body.
Wounds were pain, and the term 'wound and pain' had never been able to be separated. If there was any movement, Zhexiu would feel a terrifying pain, so much so that the wolf youth famed for his willpower would rather appear like a good-for-nothing and lie motionless on the bed.
Chen Chang Sheng knew how much pain Zhexiu was in, so he did not believe him to be a good-for-nothing. On the contrary, every time he saw Zhexiu's expressionless face, he would sigh in admiration at Zhexiu's ability to endure until now, not crying or screaming.
"Once the meridians have completely healed, we can invite the priests of the Thirteen Divisions of Radiant Green to come and use the Sacred Light technique."
Chen Chang Sheng took the golden needle from Zhexiu's body and said this with some relief.
Suddenly, his fingers stopped moving. At this moment, his thumb and forefinger were pinching the last golden needle in Zhexiu's neck.
He was keenly aware that below the golden needle was an important meridian shared by both humans and demi-humans. It stretched from three li of the Ethereal Palace all the way to the lower edge of the sea of consciousness.
After Zhexiu had been imprisoned in Zhou Prison, the first thing Zhou Tong had done was to use a secret technique to directly sever that meridian and cripple his cultivation.
That meridian was far too important and far too sensitive. Let alone actually touching it, just lightly brushing it with one's spiritual sense would make one feel uncomfortable. If one were to really touch it, that kind of pain … Chen Chang Sheng could only imagine. Of all the people he knew, only Zhexiu had ever endured such pain, so every time he placed a needle there, he would be especially careful and conservative.
He was keenly aware that the recovery of that meridian could not rely on any external force, only time. As a result, he had never given Zhexiu any time for his complete recovery, even mentally preparing himself for three years or even longer. Yet … just when he was prepared to remove the golden needle, he suddenly felt a faint ripple coming from below the needle.
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