"Clan Head, you summoned this old man—may I ask what instructions you have for me?"
Elder Walter Wood first bowed to Long Tian, then nodded to Elder Hank Hu and the other five before finally speaking up.
"Elder Wood, I invited you here today so you could spar with Miss Cici!"
Long Tian smiled as he pointed at Cici and spoke.
Elder Wood was stunned for a moment, then smiled and shook his head. "Clan Head, you must be joking. I'm not good at fighting, especially with all these brothers here—surely it's not my place to step up."
"Heh heh."
Long Tian chuckled. "They've all already sparred with Miss Cici. Now, she wants to test herself against a Psychic Adept, so I invited you."
Hearing that Cici had already sparred with Elder Hank Hu and Elder Jack Jiang, Elder Wood was surprised. His gaze instinctively fell on Cici, and with his powerful mental sense, he detected a chilling and dangerous aura.
"This girl is not simple!" he thought to himself.
"Enough with the pointless chatter—take this!"
Cici snapped impatiently, then darted forward and threw a punch straight at Elder Wood's chest.
Startled, Elder Wood unleashed his vast mental power, forming a psychic air wall in front of himself.
Bang!
Cici's fist smashed into the hastily erected psychic wall, shattering it instantly. Her fist kept going, still aiming straight for Elder Wood's chest.
Just then, countless invisible needle-like psychic strikes shot at Cici like lightning.
With her sharp senses, Cici flickered and vanished from her original spot. When she reappeared, she was already behind Elder Wood.
She threw another heavy punch!
Bang!
Elder Wood spat blood as he was sent flying. When he hit the ground, his expression was already extremely haggard.
Psychic Adepts are best at hypnosis and manipulating machinery—not direct combat. In terms of fighting power, Elder Wood can't even match Gavin Yuan, but if he commanded a mechanical army, even ten Gavin Yuans wouldn't be his equal.
Elder Wood's spiritual power was immense, but after being injured, it was weakened considerably. Even so, Ian Song had to use Puppet Mastery Divine Art twice to enslave him.
With this, all of today's Puppet Mastery uses were exhausted.
However, Ian still ordered Long Tian to summon the other three Psychic Adepts. Cici and Joy would knock them out, and after midnight, when Puppet Mastery refreshed, he would enslave them.
In a forest on the Ninth Natural Planet.
A blood-soaked figure was desperately darting through the forest, but high above, a black, ghostly silhouette smiled as it watched the fleeing figure below.
As time passed, the fleeing figure grew slower and slower, until finally he collapsed to the ground with a thud, unable to get up no matter how he struggled.
Suddenly, his eyes widened in terror as a black shadow descended from the sky, landing in front of him.
"You're pretty impressive. Even after being hit with my Nether Blood Curse, you managed to run this far. I admire you!" The black figure walked over, stopped in front of the man, and smiled as he spoke.
"Please, spare me! I'm willing to be your slave!" the man on the ground pleaded weakly, his eyes filled with fear and desperation. Just yesterday, he had been a proud System Host.
After arriving in this world three months ago, he had killed dozens of other System Hosts and fused their Systems, raising his own System to four stars.
He was about to break through from four stars to five when this demon-like figure found him.
This demon-like being's gender was indiscernible; like a ghost, it radiated an eerie chill.
When the demon first appeared, he wasn't afraid, because his cultivation had reached early Divided-Spirit stage. The strongest Host he'd met before was only at late Nascent Soul stage.
So, he was very confident in himself and attacked the demon.
But then his worldview was shattered—he was defeated by the demon and hunted down.
Cackle.
Hearing his plea, the demon laughed—a chilling, bone-deep sound: "Only by killing you can I return to the main world. Do you think I'd make you my slave?"
"You're the five-star System Host!"
"Since you've already guessed my identity, just rest in peace!"
...
Homeworld, Tian Clan.
Living in a luxurious guest room, Ian Song couldn't calm himself enough to cultivate. Eventually, he walked out into the courtyard.
Tonight was another full moon. Gazing at the cold moon high above, Ian Song once again thought of his relatives in the main world.
Lynn, where have you gone? I'm really worried about you!
By dawn, Ian Song had successfully enslaved the other three Psychic Adepts. As for the mysterious consecrated protector, Ian didn't touch him for now, since Long Tian had told him that the man was a Six-Star Psychic Adept.
A Six-Star Psychic Adept's mental power ranges from 3,001 to 5,000, and this man had been at six-star for over sixty years, so his power was at least above 4,000. Ian Song's mental power was only a bit over 3,500, so he couldn't possibly enslave him.
Since the elder was always in seclusion and didn't interfere with Ian Song, there was no need to provoke him.
With Long Tian and the Tian Clan's ten consecrated protectors enslaved, the entire Tian Clan was basically in his hands. So he ordered Long Tian to do everything possible to search for Lynn Ning's whereabouts.
Ten days passed in a flash. The Tian Clan mobilized all its resources across the Federation Empire's twelve planets to search for Lynn Ning, but still found nothing.
This result left Ian Song extremely anxious and frustrated.
At the same time, he kept using Star-Fate Divination every day to look for Lynn Ning, but it was useless.
Taking a deep breath, Ian Song entered the Divine Temple.
Old Spirit, my wife has disappeared. I want to find her—do you have any ideas?' Ian Song shouted toward the starry sky.
The Temple Spirit replied, "The answer you seek is in the Library Pavilion!"
Damn! How could I forget that?
Ian Song slapped his own face, then teleported to the Library Pavilion. The books there were all sentient, so all Ian had to do was state his request, and suitable books would fly to him.
Looking at the three books floating in front of him, Ian Song picked one up.
It was an immortal-dao tracking art called the Nine-Heavens Ten-Lands Nether-Hell Grand Seeking Art. Unfortunately, cultivating this art required extremely strong divine sense, which Ian Song hadn't developed, so he couldn't use it.
So he picked up the second book.
Reading its contents, Ian Song's eyes lit up. It was a secret art: as long as he had an item carrying the aura of the person he wanted to find, he could sense their presence within a hundred-thousand-li radius.