After exchanging blows with Evil Eye Witch, Lin Jin was considered to have dabbled in the art of psyche attacks and defenses. Quite honestly, Lin Jin’s had an innate talent in mental cultivation, which placed him in a headstart.
He had the Museum of Deadly Beasts, so every time he ventured inside to check up beast descriptions, treatment methods, or evolution methods, he had to use his psyche.
The repeated process ended up fortifying his psyche significantly.
Like a young man with a strong body, a great spirit, and incredible talent, wouldn’t a person like this be able to grow exponentially when he finally decides to practice martial arts?
That was a given.
Evil Eye Witch’s attack had opened up a new door for Lin Jin; it was like a knife that pierced through a paper window, revealing a whole new world behind it.
As he stood outside Xuan Heng Hall, Lin Jin met the gaze of a young man who stood behind Xian Miao Zhenren. Immediately he sensed a psyche trying to invade his mind and probe him.
‘How rude!’
Lin Jin grew annoyed.
He was a guest here and no young man should simply probe him as he pleased. Did he think he could get away with this just because he possessed a powerful psyche?
This reminded Lin Jin of Evil Eye Witch, who intended to kill him just because she had mastery over psyche witchcraft. In the end, her attack backfired and she was hurt instead.
Although this young man bore no ill-will, Lin Jin wasn’t someone he could mess with whimsically. He made a deliberate decision to lower his guard, allowing the young man’s psyche to probe him.
Facing no resistance, the young man was delighted, and even a little conceited.
It was exactly like a naughty child who thought he was getting away scot-free just because no one noticed.
Then, this psyche began to search and investigate Lin Jin. Without any warning, Lin Jin sealed up the invader’s psyche, locking the burglar in his “house”.
This was getting fun.
The young man’s psyche was stunned and he tried to leave, only to find that he couldn’t do so. That made him panic slightly.
Lin Jin had learned this skill himself. There was a saying that offense and defense worked both ways. After his experience in dealing with Evil Eye Witch, coupled with his research, Lin Jin came up with a spell that utilized his psyche. Now that he was trying it out, he found it rather useful.
The young man frowned hard but he didn’t move, and neither did Lin Jin. As the young man did not anticipate a trap from Lin Jin, the latter had an upper hand in this scenario.
It would not be surprising if half-immortals who lacked cultivation failed to notice the clash between psyches. However, the same could not be said for a profound immortal like Miao Yan Zhenren. It would have been worrying if he failed to take notice.
The old man sensed the oddity, and upon closer observation, he immediately knew what was going on.
Out of curiosity, Mr. Qi had used his psyche to probe Lin Jin’s mind. Despite his initial confidence, he now found himself trapped by Lin Jin.
Never in a million years would he have expected this to occur.
Although both Mr. Qi’s strength and psyche had shrunk considerably due to his injuries, he used to be a magnificent and powerful creature. On the other hand, Lin Jin was a mere mortal whose psyche was so oppressive it was comparable to a profound immortal’s.
‘As expected of the disciple of an unfettered immortal!’ Miao Yan Zhenren thought. Mr. Qi was in the wrong here since he tried to probe Lin Jin first. That was how he got himself trapped. Since Miao Yan Zhenren wanted to avoid rash decisions, he invoked a spell to send his psyche to Lin Jin too.
He was met with a scene that was filled with clouds. It appears that Mr. Qi’s psyche had been trapped with no way out.
Mr. Qi was getting visibly anxious.
He was charging and bumping into the walls in an attempt to break free using brute force.
The clouds were too dense and they were surprisingly tough. Like a huge net, every time Mr. Qi charged at it, he would be bounced back.
A human silhouette appeared outside the foggy clouds.
It was Lin Jin’s psyche. He was watching Mr. Qi through the cloud wall, thinking, ‘How dare this little brat scheme against me?’
Strictly speaking, this wasn’t a scheme since the young man bore no ill-will; he was only trying to probe Lin Jin, unlike what Evil Eye Witch had done.
But Lin Jin just didn’t like it.
Just then, Lin Jin heard a reaction from the museum so he turned and was stunned.
A new beast was recorded by the museum, and it was the little brat he had trapped. When Lin Jin read his description, his jaw dropped.
“Oh my God!” His hair stood on its ends as he read the museum’s description.
“Rank 8 immortal beast, Qirin. Of lightning attribute.”
“Supreme beast with supernatural powers.”
“Damaged foundation, cultivation has severely decreased. The three treatment methods are…”
Leaving everything aside, just that first sentence made Lin Jin’s scalp prickle.
A Rank 8 immortal beast?
Was this a joke? He trapped a Rank 8 immortal beast! Wasn’t he just courting death? His fear was completely justified.
However, it wasn’t long before Lin Jin arrived at one question.
‘If this Rank 8 Qirin is powerful, he should be able to break out of a trap laid by a newbie in psyche spells like me.’
‘Right, he’s injured!’ Lin Jin immediately checked the Qirin’s status, and after reading through it, he nodded.
‘No wonder it couldn’t break free!’
This Qirin had sustained injuries so severe that his foundation was damaged. He was lucky to have survived till this day; even profound immortals would have died from such injuries.
The Qirin’s will to live amazed Lin Jin.
Just then, Lin Jin sensed another psyche closing in. He turned to see Miao Yan Zhenren’s silhouette saluting him, “Taoist Lin, Mr. Qi is friendly. I am of the opinion that he only probed you out of curiosity, and I am sure Taoist Lin knows this too.”
Miao Yan Zhenren had been extra courteous.
After all, it was their psyches meeting so Chen Xuankong and the others wouldn’t know what was going on.
Miao Yan Zhenren was certain that Lin Jin possessed unusual strength, so even if he wasn’t an immortal, his knowledge and capabilities placed him higher than your average immortal.
Lin Jin’s psyche was surprisingly sturdy. Since ancient times, cultivating one’s psyche was a secret art that only a handful practiced. Most loose immortals wouldn’t be able to learn it at all, and only profound immortal sects taught such techniques.
However, fortifying one’s psyche was a challenging process, and not only must a person rely on luck, but it also depended on their talent.
Many savage immortals were born with a strong psyche, and it was common for them to rely on it to cast witchcraft discreetly, thereby catching their enemies off guard.
However, Lin Jin wasn’t a savage immortal and Miao Yan Zhenren could only assume that Curator was such a powerful character that he was able to produce such an outstanding disciple.
Miao Yan Zhenren glanced at the faint outline of the door behind Lin Jin again. At this point, he was almost completely convinced that Curator was an unfettered immortal.
