Chapter 159: Reducing His Footprint
"...It couldn’t have been a disciple. That kind of energy isn’t something I’ve seen before... Where would it even come from?... unless..." she narrowed her eyes. "Unless one of the outer sect alchemists was experimenting again?"
She turned to Luo Feng—who was still wringing out his soaked robes while shouting furiously at two Outer Court disciples.
"Bring me the one responsible! I’ll make him eat the urn!"
Elder Liu sighed and walked away. The sect had always had eccentrics. Maybe this was just another one.
But the suspicion lingered.
Back in his courtyard, Han Yu exhaled deeply and leaned against the wall, allowing the laughter-inducing adrenaline to settle in his bones.
"Too close. Waaay too close," he muttered, still remembering how Elder Liu Feiyan had turned her gaze toward him like a hawk spotting prey.
Luckily for Han Yu, nobody could sense the Soul Qi or Eight Emotions Energy. Even when it leaked from his body for a brief moment, it had merely appeared as a vague ripple, a visual anomaly—nothing substantial to anyone else.
If Soul Cultivation was widely known or studied, someone might’ve noticed. But to everyone else, he was just some weirdo possibly using a strange alchemy tool or illusion technique.
"I really need to refine the Soul Qi better. The damn thing trickled out like steam from a cracked kettle," Han Yu grumbled, sitting cross-legged and beginning his breathing exercises.
He let the gathered Red wisps of Wrath, gray strands of Surprise, and a tiny yellow flicker of Joy flow toward his dantian. The moment they touched the core of his being, they twisted, burned, and coalesced into Soul Qi, sinking into the growing, translucent orb at the center of his soul.