My words have become law; I truly have no desire to display my divine power before others.

Ye Qingfeng walked out of the room and stood at the end of the corridor.

He didn't rush towards the stone steps, but instead looked up at the Jin Guang Temple shrouded in night.

A flash of golden-red light appeared in his eyes.

The entire temple looked different in his view.

The walls are no longer walls, the roof tiles are no longer roof tiles, and all obstructions have turned into phantoms.

Every corner, every secret passage, and every hidden space is clearly presented before your eyes.

He saw it.

Three zhang underground is a man-made space, about four or five zhang square.

There are wooden cages there, more than a dozen, with people locked up inside.

Men and women, young and old, huddled in the cages, their expressions numb.

"Oh? I thought this was just a brothel, but it seems it's also involved in human trafficking?"

"Could it be that the woman from the government office was here to investigate this population case?"

Ye Qingfeng muttered to himself, but he didn't think much of it and continued reading.

Next to the cage was a passageway, at the end of which was another space.

There is an altar there.

The altar was small, about three feet square, and was made of bluestone.

A symbol is engraved on the surface of the jar.

He had never seen the symbol before, but it looked like a placenta with many tentacles carved on it.

He stared at the symbol for a few moments.

Suddenly, an invisible force surged from the symbol, repelling his gaze.

Ye Qingfeng frowned slightly.

There's something on that symbol.

It was neither an array nor a restriction; it seemed to be an extremely hidden power, and the texture of that power was completely different from what he had seen before.

It contains endless vitality, yet it seems to be in a state of disorder.

This miraculous scene also caught Ye Qingfeng's attention.

He looked away, lost in thought.

Then raise your right hand and gently press your thumb on the knuckles of your index, middle, and ring fingers.

The gesture of calculating.

Then--

Ye Qingfeng's fingers stopped.

In that instant, it felt as if he had been hit head-on by something.

It wasn't power, nor was it oppression; it was a kind of presence that couldn't be described in words...

In the darkness, a pair of eyes opened.

Those eyes, separated by an unknown distance and countless barriers, stared straight at him.

Look at him alone.

Look at the hand he was using to do the calculations.

He looked at the symbol he wanted to probe.

terror.

Pure, primal, instinctive terror.

Ye Qingfeng's sea of ​​consciousness trembled violently, and the radiant light of the sun, manifested from his sword intent, shone brightly, fiercely protecting his soul.

Even so, the sense of terror still surged like a tide, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

Stop.

Stop immediately.

Don't take another step forward.

This is a warning.

It wasn't a warning from the outside world, but a warning issued simultaneously by his entire being, from his soul to his body, from instinct to reason.

Ye Qingfeng did not hesitate.

He lowered his hand.

The thought of divination completely dissipated, and the sense of terror slowly receded as well.

Like the receding tide, like the dispersing of clouds, it vanished completely in the blink of an eye.

But the feeling of being spied on still lingers.

Those eyes were still watching him.

Ye Qingfeng remained outwardly calm, but his heart was in turmoil.

This is not "unable to calculate".

This is "not allowed to be calculated".

He recalled the feeling he had just experienced.

That wasn't just ordinary interference in preventing people from prying into the secrets of heaven; it was... hostility.

Naked, personal hostility towards him.

If it is merely a common obscuring of celestial secrets, those entities will only render divination ineffective, at most giving some warnings to make the diviner give up.

But that last blow was clearly meant to kill him.

Ye Qingfeng lowered his eyes, concealing the golden-red light within them.

He suddenly realized something.

Previously in Niujia Village, he had used divination techniques to investigate Jinguang Temple.

At that time, I just wanted to find out the details of the temple, and the result of the calculation was "vague and unclear".

He assumed it was because his cultivation was insufficient, or that the temple had some kind of cover-up, and didn't investigate further.

But now that I think about it, it wasn't a cover-up at all.

His calculations at the time were too superficial.

The truth about Jin Guang Temple—what's so special about this?

A gang of wicked monks, a lewd temple.

These are all superficial things, things that happen to people at Jinguang Temple every day.

The entity behind that symbol doesn't care about his calculations at all.

But what he was calculating just now was the origin of that symbol.

That's taboo for that person.

They'll turn hostile immediately if it gets touched.

But then Ye Qingfeng thought about it again and realized that didn't seem right either.

If the other party really could take my life, why didn't they make a move after spying on me?

He didn't believe it was because the other party had taken pity on him.

He thought of the insurmountable barrier that lay above him and suddenly smiled.

It's not that the other party didn't want to kill him; they probably just couldn't project more power onto him.

Of course, speculation is speculation, and he certainly won't do any more calculations, but that doesn't stop Ye Qingfeng from destroying this existing scheme.

I don't care about your background, but can't I at least disgust you here?

With this in mind, Ye Qingfeng prepared to walk towards the altar.

After taking a few steps, he suddenly stopped.

Because a familiar figure appeared in front of me.

Shen Zhaoyue realized what was happening.

She had just reached the entrance to the secret chamber prepared by the evil monks when she suddenly stopped.

wrong.

There were five more corpses in that room.

She killed with gusto, then left without a second thought.

But now that I think about it, those five corpses were lying there on the ground, blood everywhere, the smell of alcohol mixed with the stench of blood. Even a fool would notice something was wrong if he came in.

What if a monk goes into that room...

What if they find a body...

That village girl was definitely doomed.

She gritted her teeth, turned around, and ran back.

She moved with lightning speed, landing silently.

With a few leaps, we passed through the garden and turned into the corridor leading to that room.

Then she saw someone.

A young man in a gray-blue Taoist robe was walking towards you.

It's not that village girl.

It's a man.

Shen Zhaoyue's pupils suddenly contracted—how could there be a Taoist priest in this Buddhist temple?

Could this be an accomplice of those monks? Then wouldn't that village girl also be in grave danger?

Her anger reached its peak, and the knife was drawn!

The goose-feather blade pierced the air, slashing straight at the Taoist's head!

This strike was not a test; it was her usual opening move.

Whoever it is, let's take them down first!

The moment the blade fell—

The Taoist priest neither dodged nor avoided the attack; he simply raised his right hand.

One finger.

index finger.

It was pressed against the blade.

"clang--!"

The blade struck the finger, producing a metallic clang!

The fingerprint didn't budge, but the knife felt like it had struck an iron plate, making Shen Zhaoyue's hand go numb!

Her pupils dilated sharply.

How is that possible?!

Her knife was crafted by the Six Doors (a powerful martial arts organization), capable of cutting through iron like mud.

This strike used seventy percent of its strength; it could cut a tree as thick as a bowl in two with a single stroke.

But this Taoist priest caught it with just one finger?!

Ye Qingfeng spoke: "This humble Taoist priest—"

"Shut up!" Shen Zhaoyue had already unleashed her second strike.

"clang!"

The third strike was a sweeping attack.

"clang!"

"Listen to me—"

"I won't listen!"