Chapter 114.2: Wind Sense Intent! (II)

With that spark of inspiration in mind, Lu Changsheng sat cross-legged in the grass and quietly experienced the strands of wind brushing past him.

Two, four, and then six hours passed. He neither ate nor drank and remained seated in the grass. From sunrise to sunset, he simply experienced the wind in silence.

Even with his exceptionally high Perception, the process was difficult. The Wind Sense Intent was completely different from the Wave Intent and Starry Sky Waterfall Intent. Regardless of how unfamiliar it was to him, he knew he would gain something given enough time.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

Lu Changsheng finally opened his eyes.

It worked.

𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

For three full days, he had immersed himself in this new Intent, and he finally grasped it.

He immediately summoned his status panel to check.

[Status Panel]

Host: Lu Changsheng

Perception: 1750 (Praised by All)

[Skills]

Blood Qi Sword Crafting Secret Technique: Sword Crafting, 1 year, 1 month

Wind Sense Intent: Progress 1%

Starry Sky Waterfall Intent: Progress 1%

Wave Intent: Progress 25%

Celestial Treasure-Refinement Secret Technique: Sixth Layer

Ninefold Carp-Dragon Ascension: Fifth Stage

As expected, Wind Sense Intent had become part of his skills. While it would not increase his combat strength, it greatly sharpened his senses.

Lu Changsheng tested it immediately afterward. His awareness merged into the breeze at once. The feeling was strange. He could not control the wind, yet wherever it passed, he could perceive what lay within its reach.

The perception covered only a limited distance, though. Centered on himself, it covered only several li

and worked only when there was wind. Without wind, he couldn't sense anything.

Right now, the range isn't even ten li, but as the Intent improves, the range will expand. Being able to detect things within a several li is good enough for now.

Sensing several li meant he no longer needed to rely on blind luck. As he moved, his effective search area would expand with him.

Let's try.

He moved across the grasslands, using Wind Sense Intent to check for northern barbarians within several li.

Southeast, about seven li away. Three people. A small squad, all Divine Strength martial artists.

His eyes brightened; he had found excellent targets. Divine Strength fighters meant valuable merit. With that thought in mind, Lu Changsheng immediately rushed toward them at full speed.

At that moment, five Da Yu Dynasty martial artists were hiding in the grass, waiting to spring an ambush. The instant they spotted the three northern barbarians, however, their expressions changed.

"Divine Strength martial artists... and they've teamed up."

"Don't move. Don't let them notice us."

"It's too late. They've already found us. Run! Scatter!"

With pale faces, they sprinted out of the grass.

They were only Organ Refinement martial artists, while their opponents were in the Divine Strength Realm. On the Northern Region Battlefield, they could only rely on hiding and ambush. With their position exposed, however, escape was their only hope.

As for whether they lived or died, it all depended on fate.

They ran fast, but one of the Divine Strength martial artists caught up to two of them in a single burst of speed.

"

Aaaah!

"

The two screamed and were cut down instantly. The remaining three nearly went mad in fear and ran even harder.

Swoosh!

While running, one martial artist suddenly realized that something was wrong. He was still moving, but his vision was spinning. Briefly, he saw his own headless body collapsing to the ground.

A final thought appeared in his mind.

I'm already dead...

The northern barbarian's saber was too fast. Even after that martial artist's head was severed, his awareness lingered for a fleeting moment, just long enough to witness his own death.

"How boring. Another group of Organ Refinement martial artists. Does the Da Yu Dynasty only send Organ Refinement martial artists to the battlefield?" one northern barbarian said.

"Organ Refinement martial artists come here only to die," another replied.

"It would be interesting to surround and kill someone from the Divine Strength Rankings. I wonder if we'll run into one," the third said.

These three northern barbarians were not ordinary martial artists. Though none appeared on the Divine Strength Rankings, each possessed strength approaching the top one hundred fifty. Together, they could even kill a ranked expert.

Unfortunately, their luck had been poor. They had been roaming the battlefield as a squad for several days now, but they had yet to encounter anyone from the Divine Strength Rankings.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, the three northern barbarians looked up at the same time.

"Someone's coming."

"Looks like a Divine Strength martial artist."

"It's Dao Shi'er. Ranked eighty-first on the Divine Strength Rankings."

"We've struck gold! We actually ran into Dao Shi'er?"

"

Hahaha!

Our chance is here. He's alone. Kill him, and we'll gain both fame and merit."

They exchanged excited glances. Instead of feeling fear, they felt thrilled at the opportunity.

Dao Shi'er was ranked eighty-first, but he had no companions. He was alone, while there were three of them. With their combined strength, they could surely surround and kill a ranked expert.

"Seems I arrived too late."

Lu Changsheng stepped forward. From seven or eight li away, he had already sensed the situation through Wind Sense Intent. He knew the three northern barbarians had been chasing five Organ Refinement martial artists.

"Kill him!"

The three northern barbarians attacked at once, striking in perfect coordination. They came from three directions and each unleashed a secret technique. Blood qi surged as their auras burst forth.

Lu Changsheng felt a vast, surging power pressing toward him.

All three of them are at the Hundred Cauldrons Stage. No wonder they didn't run away. They even dared try to surround me. They do have some skill.

In such circumstances, he couldn't withstand a three-man siege, even with Wave Intent.

"Lin!" Lu Changsheng let out a low growl.

Buzz!

A sound similar to a great bell's tolling echoed within the minds of the three attackers. Their minds shook, and their blood qi stalled.

Schwing!

A blood-colored saber light tore through the air. The strike appeared as though it illuminated the dark, starry skies. The northern barbarians seemed to see a three-thousand-chi

waterfall descending from the heavens.

Splurt!

The crimson saber light faded, and the starry sky vanished. The three martial artists were slain with a single strike, and their consciousness fell into endless darkness.

Lu Changsheng looked at the corpses and shook his head. They were too weak. Regardless of whether they had Hundred Cauldrons or Thousand Cauldrons' worth of strength, his foes had to have comprehended an Intent. Without it, they could not defend themselves against the Nine-Character Mantra, and the result would always be the same.

Even if they came in great numbers, it would still be useless. Unfortunately, those who learned that truth were already dead.

Three Hundred Cauldrons Stage corpses. Not bad at all. I've been out for several days now. I'll return today and come again tomorrow.

Lu Changsheng cut off the heads of the northern barbarians and set off toward Beiling City.