Supernatural Insight Eyes-Chapter 925 - 0 Browsing Memory! (Fifth Update)

Moonview Peak!

The mountain got its name because raising one’s head here reveals a clear view of the moon overhead. It is one of the most famous ranges near the Capital City.

The foundation atop the mountain had already been laid, with construction workers laboring around the clock. Song Jie spared no expense, determined to complete the villa in the shortest time possible.

On the summit, Ye Qiu sat cross-legged. After consecutive days of recovery, he had regained a fraction of his strength—about one or two layers. Though still significantly far from his full power, he was at least capable of self-defense.

Ye Qiu was desperate to regain his strength, fearing that the two War God-level masters from the Wang and Xu families might suddenly strike against him. However, many days had passed, and those families remained eerily quiet, with no movements, which slightly eased his mind.

After absorbing a wave of nature’s spiritual energy, Ye Qiu opened his eyes. The crisp night wind brushed against him, filling him with comfort.

But Ye Qiu did not indulge in this pleasant moment. His mind drifted to recalling the days-long battle against Wei Ziqing’s mentor.

That battle was undeniably the most challenging he had ever faced—more of a protracted struggle. If not for Ye Qiu’s relentless determination to eliminate the elder, the man might have escaped, eventually becoming a lingering threat.

Every post-battle reflection with a formidable adversary was routine for Ye Qiu. He would extract lessons from their fight and refine his martial path.

This encounter was no different. Due to the extensive exchanges of techniques, Ye Qiu identified numerous shortcomings in his own style while also gleaning insights from his opponent’s tactics.

Any martial artist who has reached higher echelons possesses unique strengths, and Wei Ziqing’s mentor was no exception. Ye Qiu meticulously replayed the battle details in his mind, then began practicing in an open space nearby.

"If I incorporate an elbow strike into this move, the result should be significantly improved."

Ye Qiu constantly shifted his movements, conjuring the old man’s image before him, engaging in mock combat as he gradually refined his martial techniques.

This practice lasted two hours, during which Ye Qiu gained considerable insight—a gain he considered compensation for his depleted pills and Crystal Stones. Ye Qiu felt that his cultivation realm was becoming increasingly harmonious, even giving him the illusion that with just a bit of improvement, he could reach the brink of the mythical realm.

After organizing his martial path, Ye Qiu checked his spiritual power and couldn’t help but let out a bitter smile. What once flowed like a mighty river had now diminished into a fragile stream, requiring considerable time to restore.

It was unavoidable—the consequence of him recklessly unleashing multiple spiritual attacks. Had his spiritual power not been superior to his opponent’s, he would have been the one dead instead.

Though depleted, Ye Qiu discovered another valuable aspect of spiritual power during his clash with Wei Ziqing’s mentor.

It was the ability to probe using spiritual power.

By injecting spiritual power into someone’s mind, one could swiftly obtain memories. This newfound capability intrigued Ye Qiu. If not for Wei Ziqing’s mentor using this method to uncover Ye Qiu’s Black Transformation and Mirage Eye secrets, he wouldn’t have realized spiritual power held such potential.

"My realm is still too low. If my level were higher, I would surely develop more attack techniques utilizing spiritual power."

"Still, borrowing techniques from others to enhance one’s own skills isn’t bad either. Spiritual probing—I’ve got that down. Someday, I’ll find someone to test it on."

After confirming his spiritual power state, Ye Qiu sensed his increasingly dominant Black Transformation. The mounting killing intent was alarming.

He swiftly dispelled the blackened energy, feeling uneasy. Controlling it was becoming progressively difficult. Ye Qiu feared that frequent use of the Black Transformation power might one day turn him into a cold-blooded killing machine.

Wei Ziqing’s mentor’s death had primarily been attributed to Ye Qiu’s Black Transformation wrath. Under its influence, Ye Qiu delivered the fatal blow and severed the elder’s head, exhausting his energy in the process before regaining his sane consciousness.

"Though the Black Transformation is powerful, I must avoid relying on it too often, or it will consume me."

This worry formed a knot in Ye Qiu’s heart. What if, one day, succumbing to the blackened power made him lose his true self and become a mindless murderer—what then?

At this moment, Ye Qiu recalled words once spoken by the Sect Leader of the Rakshasa: a curse!

The curse of the Du Gu clan. Could his Black Transformation power be the manifestation of a terrifying curse—something that enhanced strength but drowned the wielder in murderous intent, ultimately turning them into a killing monster?

Unfortunately, the Rakshasa Sect Leader was dead, and Ye Qiu had no way of learning more about the Black Transformation curse.

"Got it!" Ye Qiu’s eyes suddenly lit up with clarity. Since the Rakshasa Sect Leader preserved himself by merging into jade stones and surviving into modern times, could there be others who had done the same? Moreover, before his death, the Sect Leader had hinted that there were still dormant beings yet to awaken. In other words, some strong practitioners akin to the Rakshasa Sect Leader might still be slumbering somewhere in this world.

"I need to find an opportunity to search for such figures. The Rakshasa Sect Leader must not be the only one who knows about the curse." Ye Qiu muttered to himself, sensing complexity in the matter—curses were no trivial affair. A curse borne of intense hatred could target not only an individual but an entire family lineage, persisting across generations. What kind of grudge could lead to such malice?

Ye Qiu didn’t know but could sense within it a staggering secret.

Under the fleeting moonlight—

As Ye Qiu was lost in thought, a sudden burst of light swept toward his neck.

A scythe-shaped weapon emerged from the shadows of night. Ye Qiu shifted his seated posture, narrowly evading the blade. If it had hit him, his head would’ve been severed completely.

"Who’s there?"

Ye Qiu instantly rose to his feet. The attacker—realizing their strike had failed—immediately fled.

Daring to attempt an assassination at this moment and achieving such silent precision, the attacker’s skills were nearly comparable to those of the God of Assassins.

"You think you’ll just leave after trying to kill me?" With a cold snort, Ye Qiu slapped his waist. The Kusanagi Sword leapt free, and Ye Qiu fired it forward in pursuit.

Clang!

The opponent blocked Ye Qiu’s counterstrike with their weapon, but Ye Qiu’s eyes gleamed as he pierced through the darkness.

Guided by his spiritual power, the Kusanagi Sword unleashed another flurry of fierce attacks.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

This time, the sword trapped the assassin. Ye Qiu closed the distance and launched a direct spiritual attack, forcefully invading the assassin’s mind.

The assassin let out a gut-wrenching scream.

Taking advantage, Ye Qiu struck with both fists, slamming into the assassin’s legs with devastating force. Two sickening cracks followed—the assassin’s legs shattered.

Next came a flash of sword light—two swift strokes—both arms severed ruthlessly by Ye Qiu’s Kusanagi Sword.

The assassin collapsed, rendered immobile and incapable of fleeing.

"Speak—who sent you to kill me?" Ye Qiu demanded, glaring coldly at the assassin. He didn’t bother removing the man’s mask, uninterested in his identity. All Ye Qiu needed was the mastermind behind him.

The assassin remained silent, blood spilling from his mouth down his neck.

So ruthless—so professional—he had bitten off his own tongue!

Ye Qiu’s gaze hardened. "You think this can stop me from finding out?"

Frustrated with having no one to experiment on, Ye Qiu sent a torrent of spiritual power surging into the assassin’s mind without hesitation.

Soon, a familiar figure emerged in Ye Qiu’s vision.

"It’s him!"

Ye Qiu withdrew his spiritual power slowly. The assassin’s face turned blank, his consciousness scrambled under Ye Qiu’s reckless probing, reducing him to a useless shell.