Chapter 7 - Murderhobo?
Benton rushed in the direction of the scream, his mind conjuring up all kinds of dangers that could be assailing the young lady. Su’s memories, in turn, introduced knowledge of multiple spirit beasts that could mimic such a cry, but Benton dismissed the concern. His enhanced spiritual sense didn’t indicate any large sources of qi in the direction he was headed. In fact, it picked up only the vaguest wisp of any.
Since the shriek had sounded desperate, Benton threw caution to the wind and began using his qi to speed his running. Su’s memories guided him in directing brief surges to isolated portions of muscles, multiplying the force he applied with each step and propelling him forward. It took a bit of trial and error for him put the skills that Su had mastered into practice, but soon, Benton was speeding along fast enough to leave Usain Bolt in the dust.
The best thing was that he achieved such a fast pace without using all that much qi. A typical cultivator that had only achieved the fourth minor realm of Qi Gathering would likely still be supercharging an entire muscle or even a whole limb and applying the qi for too long, meaning they’d burn through their meager qi pools fast. In contrast, Benton had the benefit of Su’s many years of experience, and his usage was incredibly efficient, applying just the tiniest bit of qi to the smallest possible area to achieve the result he wanted.
He dodged trees and hurdled bushes with a nimbleness like nothing he’d ever experienced. There wasn’t even a worry about making too much noise. The further and faster he ran, the more he grew to trust Su’s hunter instincts as they guided Benton to avoid leaves and branches.
It was the most exhilarating experience of his life. Rushing toward danger. The wind blasting his face. Adventure. Excitement.
Nothing he’d ever done on Earth compared in terms of a pure adrenaline rush.
In what he judged to be less than ten seconds, he crossed the distance of more than two football fields through a densely packed forest. Such a feat was, in a word, superhuman. And he’d only just began his journey as a cultivator.
Maybe living in a cultivation world wouldn’t be as bad as he’d feared.
He emerged from thickly packed foliage to find two groups of people opposite each other on a moderately wide dirt trail. Facing him were seven men who all held spears. One stood in front of the others with his weapon held inches away from a young lady whose back was to Benton. Behind the girl was a young man desperately trying to get up off the ground while holding his hand over his side.
The boy was bleeding. The hand was applying pressure to the wound.
“System,” Benton said in a low voice, “can you make my spiritual sense read out a status like some sort of Identify skill?”
Yes. When Host applies Host’s spiritual senses toward a person, information will be converted to a table.