Night Wind Listener

A thousand-year dynasty would inevitably face decay, and a hundred-year noble family would eventually return to dust.
What in this world could last forever?
Was it an Immortal Body, tempered a thousand times, or the Martial Arts will, in Heart Unity with heaven and earth?
Chen Mu came to this world, his sword in hand, and when he turned back at dusk, countless heroes and millennium-old Demons had all turned to dust, leaving only one person on the road paved with yellow sand.

Da Xuan Martial Saint

"Breathing heavily, Qi-Blood surging..."


Chen Mu focused all his attention on the Xun Wind Artistic Conception, elevating his perception of the Autumn Wind Sense to the sharpest degree possible. Though the figures in the scene were shadowy and the setting chaotic, he could still keenly catch the aura of each unknown person, sensing them one by one.


Martial Artists possess thick Qi-Blood and breaths that are light and prolonged, which made it easy to distinguish them from ordinary people. He quickly ruled out most of the people present, leaving only two individuals.


The breaths of these two were prolonged, and their Qi-Blood robust, but whether they were in the Tendon Changing Realm or the Bone Tempering Realm was hard to accurately determine. After all, although Chen Mu's Xun Wind Artistic Conception was the first he had mastered, it was the shallowest among his three conceptions. In a mixed scene with no actions taken by either, the minute differences were too subtle to discern.


Chapter 147 Yan Wansi