Chapter 18

The role of divine sense was even greater than Cheng Hui imagined.

This thing felt like an extension of his five senses. Wherever his divine sense covered, he could not only ‘see’ but also ‘hear’. In fact, within this range, nothing could escape his perception.

At this moment, guided by his divine sense, he discovered several pieces of magic fish gold.

These pieces moved agilely underwater, just like real swimming fish. He wanted to tell Lin Qingyang where the magic fish gold was, but frustratingly found he couldn’t explain it clearly.

Cheng Hui was almost driven mad with frustration.

Fortunately, he had a flash of inspiration. If the mountain won’t come to me, I can go to the mountain.

So he used his divine sense to ‘grab’ all those pieces of magic fish gold and directly sent them to the spot where Lin Qingyang was diving.

Yes, Lin Qingyang went underwater again.

Cheng Hui tried to persuade him, tried to stop him, but nothing worked.

Luckily, he had now figured out a way to deal with it.

As he watched Lin Qingyang leap into the water, he quickly tossed the pieces of magic fish gold he had grabbed near him.

The method was effective.

Lin Qingyang indeed noticed those pieces of magic fish gold and swiftly grabbed them. From diving to catching the magic fish gold, it didn’t take much time at all.

When Lin Qingyang resurfaced, he couldn’t help but feel a bit skeptical about life.

Since when was magic fish gold so easy to catch?

Previously, he had to expend so much effort to find just one piece, but this time he found four at once.

It was too unreasonable…

Being naturally suspicious, he couldn’t help but wonder if someone had deliberately set a trap.

Holding those pieces of magic fish gold, he temporarily didn’t want to hand them over to Cheng Hui, lest he got tricked.

Cheng Hui, unaware that his help in cheating had aroused Lin Qingyang’s suspicion, habitually took the pieces of magic fish gold from Lin Qingyang’s hand and focused on absorbing them.

Lin Qingyang stared blankly at Cheng Hui, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

His Hui Hui was so quick; could it be that he knew he would gain something this time?

He scrutinized Cheng Hui, but Cheng Hui was already immersed in the process of absorbing the magic fish gold.

For the first two pieces of magic fish gold, he hadn’t figured out where they went.

This time, he decided to try a different method.

Wasn’t his divine sense quite powerful?

So, he enveloped his entire body with his divine sense, determined to find out where the magic fish gold was going.

His choice was correct.

With his body enveloped by divine sense, he was aware of every inch of it.

He could feel his heart no longer beating, but instead, there was another blood-red energy replacing the function of his heart.

He thought that was the energy source of the mysterious corpse, so he didn’t think much of it and turned to observe his body.

In his vision, his body appeared in different colors.

Most of it was black, while the rest was green, with only two conspicuous red spots: one at his heart and the other hidden in his brain.

He tried it out and found that the green part was the part he had completely mastered, while the remaining black part was the area he couldn’t fully control yet.

It was precisely because the black areas were out of control that he couldn’t speak, walked unsteadily, and would easily fall if not careful.

Besides, those two red spots also caught his attention.

He had seen with his own eyes when his heart was dug out by a demonic disciple.

Later, he was taken back to the Corpse Puppet Sect, but he wasn’t sure what exactly happened.

He only remembered lying in a small room, and in the blink of an eye, his chest had been restored.

So… was it Lin Qingyang who retrieved his heart?

No. Cheng Hui shook his head. He remembered that the one who killed those demonic disciples was a beautiful woman. Although he didn’t remember her name, it seemed she took his heart.

So… he indeed lost his heart.

What exactly was hidden in his chest now?

Could it be something Wu Youzi helped Lin Qingyang find as a replacement?

He also tried using his divine sense to check it out, but in his vision, it was just a mass of red energy. He really didn’t know what it was.

Oh well, Lin Qingyang probably wouldn’t trick him.

Cheng Hui decided to temporarily let go of the unknown heart and instead study the thing in his brain.

Comparatively, he was more concerned about the thing in his brain. After all, he always thought his thinking ability was due to his brain still being intact.

But if something went wrong with his brain, would he really die?

He tentatively formed his divine sense into a tendril and carefully touched the red cloud in his mind.

The moment his divine sense touched the red cloud, he felt a loud bang in his head, and he was dazed for quite a while before regaining clarity.

Then he realized he seemed to have entered a magical place.

“Where is this…?” Cheng Hui was a bit dumbfounded.

He clearly remembered using his divine sense to touch that energy, so why did he suddenly arrive in such a wondrous space?

This place was like a fairyland, with lush green grass covering the ground. Not far away, a clear stream flowed, and from time to time, small silver fish leaped playfully out of the water.

In the distance, the snow-capped peaks of the mountains were visible, with lush forests on the mountainside and flocks of birds faintly visible flying by.

At the foot of the mountain was a small courtyard, with wooden fences covered in sprawling vines.

Inside the courtyard was a small fish pond, filled with large lotus flowers—red, pink, and even a golden one.

Cheng Hui unconsciously walked towards it, stepping on a path paved with flowers, feeling that everything here perfectly matched his aesthetic.

“No way… could this be my golden finger?” He couldn’t help but mutter to himself, feeling a bit excited.

As a standard feature for transmigrators, he had long coveted such a golden finger. Unfortunately, he had been stabbed to death right after transmigrating, dying and coming back to life multiple times, yet he hadn’t seen even a hair of a golden finger.

He once suspected that he died too quickly, so the golden finger didn’t have time to activate before being taken back.

Now it seemed, heaven was indeed kind to him, as it had finally arrived!

Cheng Hui happily rubbed his hands together and strode into the courtyard.

The courtyard was very clean, like the most authentic farmhouse courtyard, except the owner hadn’t been back for a long time.

He looked at the neatly arranged vegetable field, pondering if this was some kind of planting space.

If he planted spiritual rice or spiritual plants here, would he immediately reap a bountiful harvest?

He planned to try it out later.

He intended to check out the small house first, but as he passed the pond, he was drawn to the large golden lotus flower inside.

“What is this…”

He unconsciously took a few steps closer, his eyes fixed on the lotus.

This lotus flower gave him a strange feeling.

Looking at it, he felt as if he was staring into his own eyes.

But how could that be? He was a living person, not a lotus flower.

He shook his head, amused by his own thoughts, and turned away, pushing open the door to the small house.

“Whoa!” Cheng Hui was genuinely surprised this time.

He never expected his newly acquired golden finger to be so powerful.

The wooden house looked simple from the outside, but inside it was a small villa.

Cheng Hui even went outside to check, confirming that it was indeed a one-story wooden house from the outside.

He returned inside, staring at the spiral staircase leading to the second floor, lost in thought…

Oh well, when in doubt, blame quantum mechanics.

Having transmigrated to the cultivation world, why be so particular?

After all, it’s not the first time Newton’s coffin lid couldn’t stay shut. Best to get used to it.

He calmly accepted this setup, then leapt onto the sofa in the living room, sinking into it…

Ah, bliss!

He had always loved these soft sofas that could swallow you up, but unfortunately, he never had the chance to buy one, nor the space to put it.

Who would’ve thought that after dying and transmigrating, his golden finger would fulfill this wish?

Uh… it is his golden finger, right?

Cheng Hui suddenly felt a bit uncertain.

The house was too much to his liking, with the decor pleasing to his eyes everywhere.

If he wasn’t sure he hadn’t bought a house—mainly because he couldn’t afford it—he’d really think his modern house had been packed into his golden finger.

A dream house!

Just as he lay on the cloud… no, the sofa, letting his imagination run wild, he suddenly felt something tugging at his pants.

He tried to turn over… but couldn’t get up.

Tried again, and finally managed to get up.

The only downside to this sofa was that once you lay down, it was hard to get up.

He looked at his feet, but there was nothing there.

Cheng Hui scratched his head, then suddenly realized that ever since entering this space, all his physical discomfort had disappeared.

“Wow… is it really that magical?”

He sprang up like a carp, danced around a bit, and finally burst into laughter.

“Hahaha! I’m finally back to normal!”

To celebrate being able to speak again, he excitedly sang a song.

After fully expressing his excitement, he looked down and saw a palm-sized chibi figure lying on the coffee table.

The little figure wore a tiny shirt and shorts, with a small bow tie. At this moment, its eyes had turned into spirals, clearly fainted.

Cheng Hui: … It’s just a little off-key singing, no need to be so dramatic… →_→

He poked the little figure with his finger, but it was thoroughly unconscious, unlikely to wake up anytime soon.

Cheng Hui was a bit troubled.

This space was nice, but he hadn’t forgotten that Lin Qingyang was still waiting for him outside.

Thinking of this, he was startled.

Oh no, he forgot Ouyang Zheng was nearby. Wouldn’t his sudden entry into this space be discovered?

He didn’t bother with the little figure, casually placed a cushion on the coffee table, letting the figure lie in it, and hurriedly left the space.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw Lin Qingyang looking at him expectantly.

“Hui Hui, how do you feel?”

Judging from his expression, Cheng Hui couldn’t discern anything.

He guessed that his entry into that space was likely just his consciousness, with his body remaining unchanged outside.

He breathed a sigh of relief. No changes meant it was less likely to be discovered.