Transmigrating to the Qi Cultivation Path, I became an outdated Foundation Establishment cultivator.

Outside Wanchen Mountain,

On the Hunlong River.

As dusk settled, the blood-red setting sun dyed the wide river surface crimson.

The river wind was biting, stirring up layers of turbid waves that crashed against the jagged rocks on both banks, creating a deafening roar.

A figure in cyan was flying low over the turbulent river, riding a sword.

The swordsman's eyes were like lightning, and his divine sense swept across the river like ripples, as if searching for something.

Just then, a streak of light suddenly appeared across the river from the opposite bank.

Looking up, one could see an old man riding a bronze-headed unicorn, pulling a cloud chariot that emitted colorful light as it arrived through the air.

Light gauze curtains hung around the cloud-borne carriage, fluttering gently in the wind, and a woman could be vaguely seen sitting inside.

As the cloud chariot slowly came to a stop above the river, the woman gently lifted the curtain with her delicate hand, stepped out of the chariot, and landed steadily in mid-air.

The woman was extremely beautiful, wearing a scarlet strapless flowing fairy dress made of extremely thin gauze that tightly wrapped her hot and delicate body.

Her shoulders were partially exposed, revealing large expanses of snow-white skin like solidified cream. Her collarbones were deeply sunken, and her breasts were high and firm, trembling slightly with each breath, drawing a breathtaking arc.

A dark gold silk sash was tied around her waist, which tightened her slender waist, making her hips appear round and perky, and her legs long and straight.

Seeing the figure riding a sword on the river stop, the woman on the cloud carriage bowed gracefully, her movements elegant and gentle, and said:

"Greetings, Fellow Daoist Ye."

The swordsman was a heroic young man who looked no more than fifteen or sixteen years old. His brows revealed the sharpness of a newborn calf, and the spiritual energy around him was extremely powerful, far surpassing that of ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivators.

The dashing young man nodded slightly, a hint of arrogance in his expression, and said calmly:

"I have already taken care of the matter entrusted to me by Fairy Lin."

That so-called number one cultivator of the Silver Sand River was utterly defeated; his heart meridian was shattered by a single strike from a distance, and he fell into the Hunlong River.

Despite this, the valiant young man Ye Shao Chen felt somewhat uneasy.

He reflected on the previous situation and realized that he lacked experience in traveling and should not have attacked from such a distance, which gave the other party a chance to escape and fall into the water.

He knew that the so-called number one cultivator of the Silver Sand River was also the patriarch of the largest immortal cultivation family in the area. He must be quite wealthy, and his storage bag must contain many good things.

It would have been fine if the other party had fallen into the Hunlong River, but the problem was that he gained nothing in the end.

"When this journey comes to an end and we return to the mountain, it will coincide with Master's six hundredth birthday."

Originally, I planned to find a top-grade treasure to present to my master as a birthday gift, but unfortunately I didn't encounter any decent opportunities on this trip down the mountain. I can only gather the necessary materials to see if I can buy a mid-to-high-grade treasure.

Therefore, this person's personal belongings should not be overlooked.

A thought flashed through the young man's mind, and it was this thought that made him linger here to search carefully.

Upon hearing these words, the beautiful Lin Wanrou immediately beamed with joy, her captivating phoenix eyes filled with adoration as she showered the young man surnamed Ye with flattery.

"Fellow Daoist Ye is indeed incredibly powerful; he is truly admirable."

He Sheng, who had terrorized the Silver Sand River for many years, has finally fallen at the hands of you, fellow Daoist; it is his inescapable fate.

As the two were talking, Ye Shao Chen suddenly frowned, and his originally calm expression instantly became serious.

However, his extended divine sense sensed a faint fluctuation of magical power emanating from the bottom of the Hunlong River, dozens of feet away.

Most importantly, this fluctuation has reached the Foundation Establishment level!

Ye Shao Chen was startled and thought to himself:

Could it be that He Sheng is still alive?

Do not!

Absolutely impossible!

His heart meridians were clearly crushed, how could he possibly still have a chance of survival?

Could it be...?

Ye Shao Chen's mind raced, but he tried his best to conceal his changing expression, only pretending to be calm as he flicked his sleeve.

However, the beautiful woman surnamed Lin was incredibly perceptive. Her seemingly affectionate phoenix eyes were actually constantly observing the boy's subtle expressions, and she instantly caught the fleeting look of surprise and doubt in his eyes.

"Fellow Daoist Ye, has something happened?"

Lin Wanrou leaned forward slightly, the snow-white fabric of her bodice swaying with the movement, creating a dazzling arc of light. Her tone conveyed just the right amount of concern and probing.

Ye Shao Chen's heart fluttered slightly at the sight of her, but unwilling to lose face in front of this woman, he maintained his composure and said:

"It's nothing, I just received a message from my fellow disciple."

Let us meet at Shaosi Mountain, eight thousand li to the north, a few days later.

That's half true and half false.

This was Ye Shao Chen's first time leaving the sect to travel. His real destination was the Youxuan Mountain in the far north, a place covered in ice and snow all year round, to attend the Ten Directions Assembly held by the Youxuan Sect a year later.

Shaosi Mountain is indeed in the north, and it is also the only way to reach Youxuan Mountain.

He did indeed have an agreement with his fellow disciples to meet at Shaosi Mountain and continue north, but where would he get a message now?

Upon hearing this, Lin Wanrou's smile remained unchanged, but she had a vague feeling that something was amiss and was preparing to try to get more information out of her.

Unexpectedly, Ye Shaozhen spoke first:

"Alas, my senior brother is impatient; he urged me on in his messages."

I can only find another opportunity to travel with Fairy Lin in the future. Farewell for now!

Before he finished speaking, a burst of azure light erupted from his body, transforming into a streak of azure sword light that swept across the surface of the Hunlong River.

Looking in the direction he left, Lin Wanrou's smile froze instantly, and her brows furrowed tightly.

"Shaosi Mountain is clearly in the northwest, so why is Ye Shaochen heading southeast?"

Lin Wanrou was always suspicious, and looked at the old man standing quietly behind her, saying:

"Mr. Xu, what do you think?"

The old man bowed and said:

"This old servant dares not presume to speculate about the disciples of the upper sect."

But this old servant had previously observed Ye Daxiu's attack through the Water Mirror and felt that this disciple of the upper sect was truly extremely powerful. With his late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivation, he completely crushed He Sheng, who was at the peak of the mid-stage Foundation Establishment!

The elderly man surnamed Xu spoke very cautiously. After considering his words carefully, Lin Wanrou gave the instructions:

"Old Xu, you secretly returned to Yinsha River and spread rumors in Xiajiangfang."

Take He Sheng, for example. During Wanchaonian's Foundation Establishment Ceremony, he clashed with the Supreme Elder of Jinyun Sect and was killed by this fake Core Formation cultivator outside Wanchen Mountain.

"Let's stir things up first, then I refuse to believe the other Foundation Establishment families, who have been oppressed by the He family for so long, will sit idly by!"

The old man surnamed Xu bowed and accepted the order. He then put away the cloud chariot and rode the bronze-headed unicorn southward.

As for Lin Wanrou, she glanced in the direction Ye Shaochen had left, then rode a silk handkerchief towards Wanchen Mountain.

......

The Hunlong River flows mightily.

A barely perceptible undercurrent rushed along the riverbed, leaving not even the water plants disturbed in its wake. This was He Sheng riding the water.

He had previously used the newly mastered Tranquil Water Escape technique to travel more than twenty miles in just a hundred breaths, escaping the territory of Wanchen Mountain in one fell swoop.

However, while this water escape technique is fast, it consumes a great deal of magical power, making it difficult to maintain for long.

Therefore, He Sheng stopped using his escape technique and simply used the Clear Wave Water Control Technique to travel quickly.

Whoosh!

He Sheng felt as if the water around him had become part of his body, no longer an obstacle, but rather a force that propelled him forward.

"This speed... seems even faster than Brother Piao's flying on his magical artifact!"

Piao Ge traveled north from Changyang Mountain, riding his magical artifact along the way. With frequent stops and starts, it took him nearly five days to cover the distance of ten thousand miles.

If you calculate carefully, on average you can only travel about two hundred li in an hour.

Of course, this is the average speed of the flying artifact. If one spares no effort and pushes the flying artifact to its limit, it can reach a speed of three or four hundred miles per hour.

But that situation couldn't last long, since the magic power couldn't sustain it.

But what about now?

He Sheng clearly felt that he was using the "Qinglan Water Control Technique" at a superb level to travel with the water, and his speed seemed to be able to match the speed at which Piao Ge was frantically urging his magic weapon to travel!

Moreover, he sensed the rate at which his internal energy was being consumed, and it was actually lower than the rate at which he could normally control magical artifacts.

"All of this is because of that 'Realm of Water Transformation'!"

Under the blessing of this mysterious artistic conception, He Sheng felt as if his whole body had completely transformed into the water, no longer a mortal body traveling through the water, but becoming the water itself.

Since it is water, it is naturally not bound by anything. The hidden reefs, tangled water plants, and turbid silt at the bottom of the river are no obstacle to it. It flows like water, smooth and effortless.

What's even better is that he was going downstream, taking advantage of the natural flow of the river. He didn't need to expend any magic to fight against the water's resistance; instead, he could enjoy the feeling of being propelled by the current.

This is like an ordinary person sailing with the wind; with just a gentle steer, they can travel a thousand miles a day.

Not only that...

He Sheng suddenly felt a pang in his heart, closed his eyes, but seemed to "see" even more.

This was his divine consciousness, which seemed to have merged with the vast river.

Without needing to consciously release his divine sense to investigate, the surrounding water ripples, swimming fish, and even the swaying of aquatic plants a hundred feet away were all clearly reflected in his mind.

This is a very peculiar state.

In the past, releasing one's divine sense was like lighting a lamp in the darkness; the area illuminated was visible, but the area outside the light remained pitch black, and it was easily detected by high-level cultivators.

But now, he seems to have become the river, and wherever the water flows, everything is within his perception.

According to Piao Ge's memory of cultivation common sense, ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivators, even those at the late Foundation Establishment Great Perfection stage, can only have their divine sense covering a range of about a hundred feet.

However, with the help of the "Water Transformation Realm", I can easily perceive various situations within a radius of about 1 mile. My spiritual perception ability far surpasses that of ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivators.

Moreover... this perception seems capable of going even further.

This was by no means He Sheng's illusion, but rather a result of his discovery when he used the Weilan Water Escape Technique to travel, that his divine sense could even extend beyond the river water, using the water vapor between heaven and earth to remotely sense situations further away.

However, this perception is very vague and cannot be manifested in the sea of ​​consciousness.

That vague perception was quite similar to the so-called sixth sense or spiritual awareness I had before I transmigrated.

Although this perception is vague, it is by no means useless.

Firstly, it can extend its sensing range far beyond the area covered by ordinary divine sense;

Furthermore, it allows for some feedback.

For example, He Sheng sensed a strong warning sign through the water vapor in the world, thus knowing that the suspected Core Formation expert was indeed guarding the corpse on the river!

"It seems that the 'Ripples Water Escape' is not just a kind of escape technique. 'Ripples' should be a more profound artistic conception than 'Water Transformation'."

I must have used the subtle ripples to expand my spiritual sense before I was able to sense anything.

"Then...can I separate the 'Rippling Essence' from the 'Rippling Water Escape' and use it separately, allowing my divine sense to expand further, to see if I've escaped the danger?"

With a thought arising, He Sheng, while riding the water at high speed, savored the profound feeling he had experienced when he used the Rippling Water Escape technique earlier.

It was not just a surge of magical power, but a resonance of the mind, as if ripples were spreading from the heart to the lake, extending outwards and throughout the world.

A gentle ripple... A breeze begins on the tip of a blade of grass, and a wave is formed from a gentle ripple.

He Sheng had a vague feeling in his heart and carefully sensed the fluctuations in the divine will.

At first, the sea of ​​consciousness was in chaos, and the artistic conception was as elusive as a wisp of silk, fleeting in an instant.

But now his mind and spirit are in harmony with the river, and with the mighty Hunlong River as a medium, that feeling is gradually becoming clearer.

Gradually, he seemed to see a spark of inspiration fall into the calm lake of his heart, rippling outwards in circles of invisible waves.

"It's done!"

He Sheng was overjoyed and added the extracted 'Ripples of Intent' to his divine sense.

hum!

In an instant,

The divine consciousness, which had already merged with the river water, seemed to be injected with an invisible force, and once again overflowed from the Hunlong River.

Following the moisture between heaven and earth, it spread wildly in all directions.

Three hundred zhang!

Five hundred feet!

A thousand feet!

...

His divine sense rapidly expanded outwards.

Wherever it passed, the withered grass on the shore, the birds in the forest, and the distant rocks turned into increasingly blurry information, until finally it was impossible to "see" them at all.

But that's not important; all He Sheng needs is feedback similar to spiritual perception.

Otherwise, his mind wouldn't be able to handle too much information at once.

As his divine sense expanded to its limit, He Sheng actually sensed it!

A faint yet unsettling sense of danger suddenly pierced his mind.

The sensation was extremely faint, yet it felt as real as the subtle shiver that comes from a gentle breeze brushing against the skin!

Could it be... that suspected Core Formation stage expert is still far behind?

Are Core Formation cultivators really this difficult to deal with?!

He Sheng felt a chill run down his spine.

He was convinced he was out of danger, but this guy was still chasing after him like a dog!

However, He Sheng was not too panicked. Through his expanded divine sense, he could at least confirm that the other party was still more than ten miles away, which meant that his escape was effective.

"If that's the case, the key lies in whether I have enough magical power to sustain my continued escape!"

Upon thinking of this,

Following Piao Ge's memory, He Sheng took out several pills to replenish his mana from his storage bag and swallowed them. Then he continued to travel swiftly down the river, waiting for his mana to recover.