Martial Master

The two figures moved at an astonishing speed and quickly arrived outside Qin Chen's residence.

Swish, swish!

The two shadows soared into the air and landed within the residence, their speed so fast that the patrolling city guards outside didn't even have time to notice.

Mystic Level martial artists have incredibly sharp senses; even without cultivating spiritual power, they can easily perceive movements within a hundred meters and avoid some dangers.

"It should be right here."

Li Yang and Zuo Dao exchanged a glance, their senses spreading towards the interior of the residence.

Having successfully cultivated the Spiritual Storm, Qin Chen did not continue his training but instead took out the mysterious rust sword and sensed its internal structure.

The black soul shadow was absorbed into the mysterious rust sword, which certainly didn’t happen for no reason; there must be a reason behind it, and Qin Chen's task was to uncover that reason.

However, no matter how he sensed it, the mysterious rust sword seemed like a deep abyss filled with endless darkness, making it impossible for him to see through even a bit.

"What exactly is this mysterious rust sword?"

Qin Chen furrowed his brow, just as he was about to investigate closely, a sudden frown crossed his face—there was a sensing wave that had just scanned over.

"It’s a Mystic Level martial artist."

The spiritual perception of Mystic Level martial artists is extremely concealed; generally, those below Mystic Level cannot sense it at all.

However, Qin Chen was a spiritual power cultivator, and his soul power was incredibly terrifying, even comparable to the strength of a Nineth Level Martial God, which allowed him to notice.

"Here they come again, two of them!"

Qin Chen’s expression became serious, but on the surface, he pretended as if nothing was amiss, continuing to handle the rust sword in his hand.

"Who wants to deal with me? And two Mystic Level martial artists at once?"

In his heart, Qin Chen was speculating.

Mystic Level martial artists are not common; in places like the five nations of the northwest, they already belong to the top combat strength. Joining the army, they would at least be a major general; joining a family would be enough to become a high-ranking elder, and in top sects, they would at least be an inner elder.

"Could it be Zhao Feng?"

The first person that surfaced in Qin Chen's mind was Zhao Feng.

Without a doubt, the one who most wanted to kill him in the entire Great Qi Kingdom was Zhao Feng; others simply didn’t have the guts or the resources.

"But this aura seems familiar as if I’ve seen it somewhere before."

"It’s from the Ghost Immortal Sect!"

Suddenly, Qin Chen was startled; the sensing aura he just felt gave him a very familiar feeling. Looking back, it was very similar to the aura on Nian Wuji and Ling Zhong during the initial trials of the Five Nations Great Competition.

The martial artists of the Ghost Immortal Sect often practiced similar techniques, which also led to their auras being somewhat close.

This kind of aura is very ethereal; most martial artists might not be able to perceive it, and even if they remember it, they would quickly forget.

However, Qin Chen’s perception was too sharp; as long as it was an aura he had experienced, he would never forget it.

"I didn’t expect the Ghost Immortal Sect would come to the capital of the Great Qi Kingdom, but why do they want to attack me? Didn’t they already determine that the culprit was Qin Feng?"

Qin Chen kept pondering in his mind, but on the surface, he remained indifferent.

In a corner of the residence.

Li Yang and Zuo Dao’s perception penetrated through the walls, landing on Qin Chen.

"Peak mid Heaven Level cultivation? I thought he was only at the early Heaven Level? And his aura is so profound?"

Li Yang exclaimed softly. Before coming here, he had already thoroughly read the intel and knew Qin Chen's cultivation level was only early Heaven Level. Unexpectedly, upon seeing him now, he had already reached peak mid Heaven Level.