Return of the King, Chapter 610 - 610 599

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610: Chapter 599

“Discovered it?” Qingluan asked with a smile.

“This, I don’t know why at that ti, I was so precise in catching that bullet.” Song Yun frowned, puzzled.

“It’s because of your heart,” Qingluan said with a laugh.

“What I told you last ti, the heart of a person who practices martial arts.”

“Heart?”

“Yes, if it were just brute strength, you could match an ordinary god-ranked martial artist, but the heart you cultivate is way off from theirs, so much so that it’s like you both have the strength of a hundred jin, but while they wield maces and axes, you are using a wooden stick.

Even if both of you have the power of a hundred levels, they can easily defeat you!”

“Oh?

I think I kind of get it now!”

“Based on my analysis, before that bullet hit you, your spirit had a concentration like never before.

In a cultivation novel, this heightened state of spirit would be called being ‘in ditation.’ We martial artists call it that too, but it isn’t as mystical as the novels claim, with strength vastly increasing upon entering ditation.

What we an by ‘in ditation’ is your spirit concentrating to a certain level, and once you reach this level, your spirit begins to affect your physical actions, like that quick block you did, and the strength your body had when stopping the bullet, which were both significantly higher than at your peak.”

“Is that so?” Song Yun asked.

“Of course, let

put it this way, if your dagger hadn’t stopped that bullet, your waist would have been directly broken,” Qingluan said earnestly.

“That dangerous?”

“Hehe, if it weren’t for such a desperate situation, you wouldn’t have been able to focus your spirit to that extent!

Although it was dangerous, you survived.

And now, it’s ti for the reward!” Qingluan said, her smile growing even stronger.

“Ti for the reward?” Song Yun looked at Qingluan in surprise.

“What reward?”

“Try it out, focus your spirit,” Qingluan said with a smile.

“Focus my spirit?

For what?

Where should I concentrate?” Song Yun was even more astonished.

“Ah, that’s how it is!” Qingluan raised her hand, stretched out her finger, and stopped about 20 centiters away from Song Yun’s face, “Focus all your spirit on my finger.”

“Damn, don’t tell

I have so kind of ntal psychic power?” Song Yun’s heart trembled; he hadn’t read few novels and knew that there was a kind of psychic power that could control things with a strong spiritual power.

“Thinking too much, that’s all fictional.

Pay attention to my finger and focus all your spirit, quickly,” Qingluan instructed.

“Okay.” Song Yun steadied himself and then fixed his eyes firmly on Qingluan’s hand.

Suddenly, Song Yun started to feel a bit numb and itchy in his head, and then his consciousness felt as if it was becoming blurry for a mont, but at the exact mont it began to blur, Song Yun’s consciousness beca extrely clear.

Thump, thump, thump.

Song Yun suddenly heard a series of slow and powerful sounds coming from Qingluan’s finger—the pulse!

Yes!

The pulse!!!

Song Yun was shocked; could he actually feel Qingluan’s pulse from such a distance?

What was going on?

“Feel it?” Qingluan withdrew her hand and asked with a smile.

“Yeah, I felt your pulse, why is this?

I didn’t use any dium at all!!” Song Yun asked in astonishnt.

“This is the benefit of your recent gains; your spirit has improved to a certain extent, making your sixth sense much stronger.

And, actually, what you said before isn’t correct, you didn’t lack a dium; air could also be considered a dium.

Now, your spiritual power can sense the slightest changes in the air.

This is the first realm of cultivating the heart; we call it ‘As the Mind Wills.’ And the advantage of this is that you can sense the presence of your enemies faster, enhancing your sensitivity to their qi significantly.”

“Oh?

How so?” Song Yun asked.

“Like just now, focus your spirit,” Qingluan said softly.

“Okay.” Song Yun concentrated his spirit.

“Turn around.”

“Okay.” Song Yun turned his body around.

“Feel it, what am I doing now?” Qingluan asked.

“You??” Song Yun frowned, focusing all his spirit, then spreading it around him.

Suddenly, Song Yun felt that he could seemingly see the scene behind him—a series of images appeared in his mind.

Song Yun felt Qingluan slowly raising her hand, then spinning it with one hand.

“Your hand is spinning.” Song Yun seriously said.

“Yes, that’s it.

Turn back around,” Qingluan instructed.

“Now you understand, right?

These are the advantages you can reap,” Qingluan said, smiling very joyfully.

“Yeah!!” Song Yun nodded excitedly, not expecting that his serious injury could make his spiritual power, or rather his sixth sense, so strong that he could sense soone’s heartbeat through the air.

In the future, whenever soone lurked nearby intending to ambush him, he would certainly be able to detect them imdiately, and moreover, having felt Qingluan’s movents while his back was turned, Song Yun suddenly thought that this ability was very useful.

Just think, standing at the bathroom door, concentrating his spiritual power, then sensing what’s happening inside the bathroom—then it would be like having a natural X-ray vision.

Tsk tsk, the thought alone got Song Yun’s blood rushing, uncontrollable.

“What’s going on, your blood is flowing out again!!” Qingluan looked at the faint trace of blood seeping from Song Yun’s chest, puzzled.

“This, it’s fine for so blood to flow out,” Song Yun said with an embarrassed smile but was too shy to ntion that his excitent over certain thoughts had gone too far.

“Well, you should rest a bit longer.

Mr.

Song has already sent you healing potions, and in a few days, you’ll be as good as new,” Qingluan said with a smile, then stood up from her seat.

“I’ve suffered a big loss this ti; you must speak to my Second Grandpa and ask him to give

so more benefits,” Song Yun said.

“Mr.

Song said he knows, hehe.

I’ll be going out for a while now; stay here, this place is very safe,” Qingluan said before leaving the room.

Song Yun rested his hands behind his head and closed his eyes, his mind intermittently pondering over his powerful sixth sense, and what it could bring him.

Thinking about sensing every move of others through walls in the future, Song Yun was extrely excited, contemplating that once he returned to the villa, he would stand outside Li Shishi’s room and really feel out what she was doing inside; or head to those small inns, sensing what people inside were doing.