"Why is your Divine Sense so strong? Don't try to fool me with Shatuo Beast, Lao San's Earth Escape Technique has long reached the Silent Earth Escape level. Such a puny Shatuo Beast couldn't possibly discover his whereabouts!"
Before the battle even started, they lost a man. The two black-robed cultivators attacking Zhouyang were genuinely both shocked and enraged. When they looked at the white-clad young man, their gaze unconsciously carried a trace of fear.
This matter is indeed too bizarre!
They all knew their companion's skill. Although this companion's cultivation wasn't higher than theirs, only at Seventh-Layer Qi Cultivation, he had been immersed in the "Earth Escape Technique" for over thirty years. Once this technique was executed, even a Ninth-Layer Qi Cultivation cultivator would suffer if not cautious.
Over these years, the three of them have worked together, relying on this technique, they have pit killed countless formidable enemies, causing many seasoned old-timers to fall due to this trick. Unexpectedly, today they turned over against a young man who seemed no more than twenty or thirty years old, truly too eerie!
"You talk too much!"
Zhouyang looked at the two sand bandits who were in shock, raised his hand and directly threw two Tier Two Spirit Talismans at them.
Of course, he wouldn't tell anyone that due to being a Reincarnator, he was born with a Divine Sense much stronger than his peers. Even though his magical realm was the same Eighth-Layer Qi Cultivation as the two sand bandits, when it comes to Divine Sense, not even the legendary Qi Cultivation Tenth Layer Great Perfection cultivators might match him.
He once asked elders in his clan with the same Eighth-Layer Qi Cultivation, learning that ordinary Eighth-Layer Qi Cultivation cultivators have a Divine Sense that extends only seventy to eighty meters. Some might have a few meters more, some a few meters less, but the error generally doesn't exceed ten meters.
However, his current Divine Sense extends already exceeding 150 meters!
This distance may indeed pale in comparison to the thousand-meter Divine Sense of Foundation Establishment cultivators, but for ordinary Qi Cultivation stage cultivators, this distance is already beyond their reach.
You must know, even Zhou Xuanhao before Foundation Establishment only barely broke through 100 meters in Divine Sense distance!
The benefits of Divine Sense may not be as important as magical cultivation, but its advantages are evident.
With powerful Divine Sense, Zhouyang can detect dangers unseen by the naked eye much faster and earlier than other cultivators; his artifact attack range also far exceeds other cultivators of the same tier.
Moreover, a strong Divine Sense provides cultivators better resistance against many mind-confusing and heart-enchanting magical divine techniques, and even in opening the Purple Mansion and condensing the Golden Core, it would be easier than for other cultivators.
In short, there are many benefits to having a powerful Divine Sense. Zhouyang's naturally strong Divine Sense was a secret he hadn't even told his parents, let alone outsiders.
Clan elders warned their juniors from a young age, if you wish to live long in the Cultivation Realm, you must keep more cards in hand; the more and stronger the cards, the greater the chance of winning against foes in magical combat.
The reason a card is a card is that it's known only to the cultivator themselves, without a second person knowing. A card known to others is no longer a true card!
The two sand bandits believed Zhouyang, being young, was easy to bully, assuming with the same Eighth-Layer Qi Cultivation, and their numerical advantage, they were assured victory over him.
Yet they were oblivious to the true nature of the young man they had provoked today.
Apart from other things, Zhouyang was abundant in Spirit Talismans, elixirs, and artifacts!
What could he do? His virtuous foster mother was a Tier Two High-grade Talisman Maker and his father a Foundation Establishment Alchemist, and he himself a Tier Two High-grade Refiner!
At this moment, he made a decisive move, various Tier Two Spirit Talismans enveloping the two sand bandits without hesitation.
With his Eighth-Layer Qi Cultivation, using Tier Two High-grade Spirit Talismans consumes less than a tenth of his magical power, and he possessed more than twenty such Tier Two High-grade Spirit Talismans.
These Tier Two High-grade Spirit Talismans cost roughly 30 Lower-grade Spirit Stones on the market; defense and special talismans are even slightly pricier.
Generally speaking, Late-stage Qi Cultivation loose cultivators carrying one or two Tier Two High-grade Spirit Talismans is already quite good, used mostly as trump cards for him-lies; they treasure them greatly, never like Zhouyang, throwing them out like trash from the start.
Blast Flame Fireball, Ice Spear Technique, Geng Metal Sword Qi...
As they saw various Tier Two High-grade Techniques with different attributes roaring toward them, the faces of the two sand bandits beneath their masks turned pale, knowing now they've kicked a hard mass.
"Damn it, never imagined this kid is a Foundation Establishment seed of some clan, this time we've suffered a great loss!"
The two sand bandits cursed their luck, hurriedly pulling out life-saving Spirit Talismans to activate, desperately channeling magical power into their defensive spiritual artifacts for protection.
For sand bandits in the robbing business like them, personal cultivation and strength were certainly important, but keen eyesight sometimes mattered more.
Shrewd sand bandits never provoke those who seem difficult to deal with. They'd rather let the prey slip away than risk falling into danger themselves.
Speaking of which, these two sand bandits have been in the robbery business for some years now, and their insight isn't actually bad, otherwise they wouldn't have survived until today.
Before making a move, the three sand bandits secretly followed Zhouyang for half a day, and after several investigations, they found that Zhouyang was indeed alone, so they devised this night raid plan.
Logically speaking, even with three against one, even if Zhouyang's magical artifacts were excellent, he wouldn't be able to withstand their siege.
After all, having been sand bandits for some years, their magical artifacts aren't bad either, and that black-robed cultivator's red banner is even a Tier Two Top Grade Spiritual Artifact.
But as the saying goes, those who often walk along the river can't avoid getting their shoes wet; everyone can have a time when their eyes fail them!
The three of them calculated everything but never imagined that their chosen prey turned out to be the "Foundation Establishment Seed" of a Cultivation Clan!
So-called "Foundation Establishment Seed" refers to someone like Zhouyang, a clan genius in their respective Cultivation Clans, favored highly by elders, which means that as long as they don't die prematurely, they will eventually be able to consume the Foundation Establishment Pill to enter Foundation Establishment.
These "Foundation Establishment Seed" cultivators rarely leave their clan territory, and if they do, they usually accompany elders from the clan and carry life-saving items bestowed by them.
Sand bandits in the desert usually stay far away when they see such elder-youth combinations, not wanting to provoke the mad retaliation of Foundation Establishment cultivators for one business deal.
Zhouyang was all alone, with only Eighth-Layer Qi Cultivation, so before he made a move, the three sand bandits only thought of him as an ordinary clan cultivator venturing out for practice and adventure, unaware of his true identity.
It was only when they saw him striking so fiercely with several Tier Two High-Grade Spirit Talismans in hand that the two sand bandits facing him realized the alarming truth.
Upon discovering this, the two sand bandits instantly knew that today's deal was doomed to fail.
Thus, after consuming their bottom-line Defense Spirit Talismans along with their defensive magical artifacts to block Zhouyang's round of attacks, the black-robed cultivator holding the red banner immediately shook the banner, releasing seven or eight human-head-sized crimson fireballs to counterattack Zhouyang, while shouting, "Second, this one's tough, run!"
Before his shout was even finished, he slapped himself with a Tier Two Lower-Grade Spirit Talisman for speed enhancement—the Divine Movement Talisman—and then spun around to flee.
"Big Brother, wait for me!"
The sand bandit using the pyramid spiritual artifact turned green at the sight and hurriedly slapped himself with a Divine Movement Talisman to chase after him, fearing he would miss his chance if he was late.
Zhouyang, who was deploying the Silver Gang Shield Spiritual Artifact to block the fireball onslaught, had his expression change immediately, angrily shouting, "Wasted so many of my Spirit Talismans and still want to run? Stay with me!"
As soon as his shout fell, he raised his right hand, sending out a dark red flying needle about an inch long.
In the vast night, the flying needle as small as a toothpick was barely noticeable, and the two fleeing sand bandits never expected Zhouyang to have such a sinister artifact.
By the time their Divine Sense detected the disturbance caused by the dark red flying needle breaking through the air, it was too late to make any response to it, given its speed surpassing that of sound.
"Ah! Big Brother, help me!"
With a flash of dark red spiritual light, the sand bandit wielding the pyramid spiritual artifact abruptly lunged forward, shrieking and collapsing onto the ground.
Under the attack of the Tier Two Top Grade flying needle, which specializes in breaking through protective magic, the golden protective light on his body was no thicker than paper and was utterly incapable of providing any defense.
Seeing this scene, the sand bandit wielding the banner spiritual artifact in front fled even faster, and even while escaping, he unleashed a black shield spiritual artifact behind him, evidently learning from his companion's lesson and fearing Zhouyang would strike him as well.
But he was overthinking it; once the flying needle loses its concealment and surprise, it's hard to be effective again.
Moreover, flying needle refinement isn't easy, and the artifact itself is far more fragile than a flying sword of the same tier, easily damaged if intercepted, and Zhouyang didn't want to ruin this highly sentimental artifact just to kill one sand bandit.
Besides, it wasn't his only trump card.
"You've wasted one of my rare Thunder Talismans; your death is worthy!"
Watching the sand bandit about to escape his Divine Sense range, a flash of pain swept across Zhouyang's face as he gritted his teeth and activated a Spirit Talisman glowing with a faint blue electrical light.
Boom!
In the pitch-black night sky, a thunderous boom suddenly rang out, followed by a blue lightning bolt as thick as an arm striking down from above, crashing onto the sand bandit who had already climbed atop the sand slope.
Under this terrifying thunder punishment, the sand bandit's defensive magical artifacts and techniques all became farcical, failing to withstand even a breath's time before both artifact and person were directly reduced to a pile of charred remains.