Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
“Huh?”
Qiao Jin felt sothing, and in an instant, she turned her head and locked her eyes on the side of the building.
It was a pity that she hadn’t done a magic formation to strengthen the eyesight of this new body yet, but she could simply sense a different aura over there.
Suddenly, she saw sothing different.
There were only a few huge shadows flying through the air like ink, but from the shape, Qiao Jin could see what they were at once.
“Raksha realm.”
She was slightly surprised.
In addition to the human world, there were other worlds in a dinsion that humans couldn’t access.
They coexisted, but they were basically mutually incompatible.
Only Spiritualists with extraordinary talents could access that realm.
The Raksha realm was a world where demons ran rampant. There were so monsters amongst rogue Spiritualists, and these were connected to the Raksha realm.
Ordinary monsters might be able to get a trace of the Raksha realm from its leaked aura, but in this case, it was clear that so human soul was coexisting in the Raksha realm.
But how could sothing so shocking exist in this world?
She fixed her gaze in that direction. Although she couldn’t see anyone, the cloud of death energy was extrely conspicuous.
She had only seen it on Song Yanqing.
Song Yanqing?
Qiao Jin hesitated for a mont. Her eyes looked away from the death energy, then she finally resud chasing her target.
Forget it, her intuition told her. It wouldn’t be suitable for her to go over there today.
When she left, the Raksha realm also disappeared.
Song Yanqing opened his eyes. The world had returned to normal.
His eyes looked down. They were simply ordinary eyes, so no matter how good his eyesight was, it was impossible for him to pinpoint where the light just now had co from.
His lips were abnormally pale.
Compared with his usual nonchalant temperant, he was uncharacteristically irritable.
This had never before been seen.
He had never seen light in this world, so he needed to know what it was.
It seed like a person, but he hadn’t seen it that clearly.
***
After chasing him all the way to the back of a remote residential building, she stopped.
It was an old residential community, the kind where many people lived. There were so disheveled construction workers nearby. It was probably a working-class neighborhood.
She was standing at a back door. It looked like she was in an alley, but there were doors on both sides.
It was currently the middle of the workday, so no one was around at the mont.
There was only a middle-aged woman washing clothes in the sink.
She glanced at Qiao Jin curiously.
Qiao Jin smiled. “Auntie, when your son cos back tonight, don’t cook stir-fried beans for him.”
The woman didn’t know how to respond. She thought about it for a long while, then reacted accordingly.
She rolled her eyes.
After Qiao Jin said this, the scruffy man ran into the alley from outside.
The terrain here was more complicated, so he’d managed to ditch the black t-shirt man.
Still, he hadn’t expected to encounter Qiao Jin.
He didn’t know Qiao Jin, so he was caught off guard. Quickly, though, he protected his bag as he walked inside.
Qiao Jin stretched out her hand and shook it on top of his head for a mont, and the scruffy man suddenly got a headache. Qiao Jin had conjured a piece of black crystal from his head.
This was the Seed of Spirituality.
It was sothing that every Spiritualist had, and it represented the powers of the Spiritualist.
This man was a rogue Spiritualist that had beco a monster, so the Seed of Spirituality in his head had turned black.
Apart from Qiao Jin, no other Spiritualist in this world could extract the Seed of Spirituality of another.
Her movents were fast, and a cloud of black energy quickly dissipated at the tips of her fingers. The man simply turned his head and glanced at Qiao Jin strangely, without feeling any discomfort.
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