Chapter 522: Chapter 18 The Woman in Purple

“This Soul Domain is certainly formidable, but… when compared to my Realm Power, it still falls short by quite a bit.”

Zhang Xuan shook his head.

The Soul Domain can probe everything nearby, but its range is truly too limited, only about a meter around. At such a close distance, let alone a powerhouse like Wu Potian, even the Buddha could easily wipe it out.

Thus, it is almost like a chicken rib: not tasty enough to eat, yet wasteful to discard.

The reason for this disdain is because his Suspended Realm Power is far more useful than this Soul Domain.

As his soul energy increased, he had already begun releasing more Suspended Realm Power, extending into the Source World, and this power belonged solely to him, undetectable by anyone else.

The most crucial point is that it can extend kilometers away.

Because it is Suspended Realm Power, as the Master of One Realm, he can sense everything within this range, deciphering everything from mountains to dust, all within a single thought.

“The key point is that when this Realm Power is extended, even a powerhouse like Wu Potian cannot detect it!”

He had tested this during the fight with Wu Potian before; a slight extension of Realm Power passed by without the opponent noticing. Of course, if it extended more, it would still be discovered.

Even so, this ability is terrifying.

This means that within a certain range, he can secretly observe what others are doing or saying, yet they remain unaware of his actions.

“Alright, I can return to Tianli City and find an opportunity for revenge!”

Standing up, Zhang Xuan’s gaze flickered.

Prince Yuanqing had plotted against him for so long, nearly leading to his demise. The Demon Lord and the Buddha took advantage of this situation; this revenge cannot be left unavenged. Now that bad luck has dissipated and his cultivation has greatly improved, taking the chance to cause them trouble and gain some opportunities is in order–it’s befitting as the Master of One Realm.

Slowly flying up, he was just about to use spatial prowess to return to Tianli City when his gaze fell, and he couldn’t help but be stunned.

He saw that on the sea not far from the solitary island, a small leaf boat had appeared at some point. The little boat wasn’t large, only about ten meters long. Underneath the black canopy, a woman in purple clothing was quietly brewing tea.

One couldn’t discern her age but could sense her beauty. Her tea-brewing movements weren’t fast or standard, yet they imparted a serene tranquility, as if she melded with the world.

“No, this is a formidable presence!”

Zhang Xuan’s expression grew serious.

Not to mention the endless sea, such a dark canopy boat shouldn’t have been able to reach here at all. He had just explored this sea area with Realm Power and found nothing.

This meant that even with the ability to observe Wu Potian’s Realm Power, he hadn’t noticed this person.

Could it be that this person’s strength surpasses Wu Potian’s?

That is absolutely impossible!

Wu Potian and Emperor Fusheng are absolutely the pinnacles of the entire Source World. The Buddha and the Demon Lord are far from being their match. This woman shouldn’t be able to rival that, yet she stayed there quietly as if part of a tranquil painting, perfectly blending with the environment–not to be believed without seeing with one’s eyes.

“Fairy, might I trouble you for a cup of warm tea?” Knowing that the other party likely bears no malice and appears because of him, Zhang Xuan did not shy away. He smiled slightly and approached.

The lady in purple showed no expression, made a gesture of invitation, and lightly tapped, causing the teapot to automatically pour clear tea into a cup, diffusing a refreshing fragrance that made one’s soul tremble with merely a whiff.

“Thank you!”

Zhang Xuan dared not be discourteous and settled opposite her, kneeling down. Only at this close proximity could he see her true appearance clearly.

Around twenty years of age, her skin was flawless and white, her brows exuded no emotions; tranquil like a sculpture yet so beautiful it was unreal, giving the impression though she was right in front, she seemed a thousand miles away.

As the other party remained silent, Zhang Xuan did not act presumptuously and picked up the teacup, gently sniffing.

The full fragrance of tea filled his nostrils, bringing him a wave of comfort.

“Excellent tea!”

With a sigh of admiration, Zhang Xuan swallowed it all in one gulp, feeling at once a warm current surging into his body, making his already powerful soul feel immeasurably comfortable.

“Aren’t you afraid I’ve poisoned it?” asked the lady in purple, still brewing tea without lifting her head. Her voice, though slightly cold, gradually echoed.

“Senior’s strength far surpasses mine. If you truly wanted to kill me, I would be powerless to resist. Why bother with poison–a redundancy.” Zhang Xuan shook his head.

“No wonder someone is so attentive towards you, going as far as bringing you here for cultivation. Indeed remarkable!”

The lady in purple continued to pour another cup of tea, her voice resonating once more.

“So… senior knows Sect Leader Wu Potian?” Zhang Xuan curiously looked over.

Wu Potian, before leaving, had mentioned not taking him as a disciple because someone else would desperately seek him, a person he’d rather not face. Could it be this person before him?

It’s possible!

For someone to make Wu Potian apprehensive, even if not of equal strength, would not be far off. This insight was certainly sufficient.

“Drink the tea. Let us see how much you can drink. If I am satisfied, I don’t mind, like him, granting you an opportunity.” The purple-clothed woman did not answer but looked over calmly.

“The more I drink… the greater the opportunity?” Zhang Xuan picked up the teacup, looking over curiously.

To warrant such a powerful person’s remark as an opportunity, it mustn’t be insignificant. It’s very likely akin to Wu Potian’s blood essence, bringing substantial help.

The lady in purple didn’t respond, merely continued pouring tea.

Realizing she had tacitly agreed to this notion, Zhang Xuan tipped back his head and drank down the tea once more.

With the second cup down, the difference became apparent; the first cup had an extremely nourishing effect on the soul, making even his spirit extremely comfortable. The second cup gave a sensation of fullness.

It’s as if with gourmet food, the first bowl is enjoyable, but the more you eat, the less enjoyable it becomes, replaced instead by discomfort from overeating.

The other party’s tea could nourish the soul, but consuming too much would overburden the soul, causing harm.

“Three cups is the limit…”

Zhang Xuan’s gaze grew solemn.

Even though his soul made considerable leaps recently with the help of the Creation Jade Butterfly, three cups still seemed the limit. Any more and he wouldn’t withstand it.

From her demeanor, merely drinking three cups, the opportunity must be limited.

He needs to drink more indeed.

“Continue!”

His eyes flashed as he picked up the third cup and poured it down his throat, immediately feeling a searing tearing sensation in the depths of his soul, as if it might snap under pressure at any moment.

“Expectedly!”

Seeing his conjecture matched reality, Zhang Xuan unconsciously clenched his fingers tight.

Three cups certainly aren’t enough; he must find a way to drink more!

But… this nourishment for the soul is akin to overeating. Even with Tongxuan-level strength, he couldn’t suppress it. What should he do?

Rustle!

At this moment, the lady in purple poured another cup, gesturing “Please!” with an indifferent gaze devoid of any emotion.