He Lingchuan remembered that when Mitian had revealed the black thread on Shao Jian’s shoulder, she had used a vessel shaped like an alms bowl. But when he saw the golden thread on Zhu Daniang, he had not borrowed or made use of any tool at all.

Is it because Baizhantian’s divine technique is different, or because I’m different?

He had never had this ability before.

A thought stirred in He Lingchuan’s heart. He suddenly drew Fleeting Life.

A cold gleam flashed in his hand. Zhu Daniang tightened all eight claws and said warily, “What are you doing?”

“Don’t move. Let me try something.” He Lingchuan exerted a little force, and a layer of red light swept over Fleeting Life.

The origin energy of the Gale Army—this was its first trial use in the mortal realm.

He raised the saber and brought it close to the golden thread, very gently and very slowly, so Zhu Daniang would not misunderstand.

When Fleeting Life touched the golden...