How to Use Mental Power: Reading the Memories of Dragon King Temple Members

Who is it?

This aura suddenly appeared behind the door—Grandmaster level... An enemy?

Leng Qingqiu thought to herself.

Then, the knocking stopped.

The atmosphere inside the room grew eerie.

Leng Ling'er was confused. "Sis... what's going on?"

As soon as she spoke—

BOOM!!

The door was smashed open by an overwhelming force.

"Ahhh, sis!"

Leng Ling'er shut her eyes in fright.

Amid the swirling dust, a shadowy figure dashed forward, wielding a longsword.

Their target was—

Leng Ling'er!

"You dare?!"

Leng Qingqiu's voice was icy, her face frosty with rage.

Anyone who dared harm her family would die.

ZZZZZT—!!

A sharp, grating sound erupted from her palm.

A pristine white dagger slowly materialized.

CLANG!!

The white dagger clashed against the longsword, sending violent shockwaves and ear-piercing sonic booms through the air.

"ARGHHHH—!!"

The moment the dagger met the sword,

even though the weapon hadn't struck the black-clad figure, they let out a bloodcurdling scream.

Winds howled as Leng Ling'er stared in shock at her sister, who stood protectively in front of her, long hair billowing.

Huh?

Wait, what’s happening?

Though she had lost her dagger,

Leng Qingqiu was a monstrous genius with unparalleled perception.

So...

She had created her own technique.

A technique that perfectly harnessed the power of perception.

Its name—Psychic Control.

The white dagger in her hand was a blade forged from her own psychic energy!!

Every strike inflicted soul-crushing damage.

Even clashing weapons couldn’t negate the mental assault.

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!!!

Leng Qingqiu slashed relentlessly, but despite the agony, the attacker refused to drop their weapon.

Their eyes remained locked on Leng Ling'er.

Leng Qingqiu's voice was glacial. "Who sent you?"

"Gahhh!!"

No answer came.

Killing intent surged in Leng Qingqiu's heart, but just as she was about to strike—

She remembered Ling'er was watching.

No.

She couldn’t kill in front of Ling'er.

If she had to act, it had to be outside.

Just as the thought crossed her mind—

"Gah! Ugh!"

The black-clad man let out a pained roar.

WHOOSH!

His body was dragged into a black void.

Then—

SWISH!

The sound of spatial distortion echoed through the room again.

The black-clad man suddenly reappeared, half his body emerging from a void right beside Leng Ling'er.

Leng Ling'er paled, screaming, "Sis!!!"

No!!

Leng Qingqiu's heart lurched as she spun around.

At the same time—

This was another technique she had developed in her spare time while reading romance novels.

It overclocked her entire body, not only amplifying her perception tenfold but also enveloping her in psychic energy, enhancing her physique to superhuman levels.

Under the hyper-focused lens of her perception, everything seemed to slow to a crawl.

The black-clad figure emerging from the void, reaching out to grab Leng Ling'er—

Every movement, every intention, was laid bare before her.

Yes, in this overclocked state,

Leng Qingqiu could even... see one second into the future.

And this was just the result of her half-hearted training while reading romance novels and being nagged by Xiao Leng to "do something productive."

Pathetic trash.

Daring to harm my family.

You’re dead!!

Her mind and body operated at an inhuman frequency in that split second.

Just as she prepared to annihilate the attacker’s soul—

In the next instant—

GLOOP!!

The claw-cell hidden on Leng Ling'er's shoulder seemed to sense danger and suddenly morphed into a black arm.

SCHLUCK!!!

It seized the attacker by the throat in a vice-like grip.

In that lightning-fast moment,

Leng Qingqiu froze, her domain dissipating.

Because she had already seen the attacker’s fate one second ahead.

More importantly, she sensed familiar energy emanating from the claw-cell.

After a final scream—

WHOOSH!

The black arm and the black-clad figure twisted into the void.

In an instant, both vanished.

The room was left in disarray, but silence returned.

"Ahhh!"

Leng Ling'er snapped back to reality, her mind blank.

Trembling, she threw herself into Leng Qingqiu's arms. "Sis! What was that?!"

"What was that weapon?!"

"Why did an arm grow out of my shoulder?!"

"And that black-clad guy!"

"Is this magic? Special effects?!"

"Wait, isn’t this our house?!"

"Sis, wuuu, I’m so scared! Also, you looked so cool just now—too bad Brother-in-law didn’t see it!"

Leng Qingqiu felt both amused and relieved as she hugged her sister, soothing her. "It's okay, it's okay."

"Big sis is here."

"...I wanted to keep this from you."

"But now... I think I need to teach you some self-defense."

As she comforted Ling'er, her mind replayed the events.

That arm...

It carried energy she recognized.

Most likely, Gu Yan had placed it on Leng Ling'er.

Probably as a safeguard against situations like this.

The arm had sealing and restraining properties, capable of teleporting attackers away.

That was... surprisingly thorough.

But... where would the attacker be taken?

To Gu Yan?

Oh no—Gu Yan’s only at the Xiantian level. He’s no match for a Grandmaster.

Wait... no. With my dagger in his possession, even a light touch would reduce that Grandmaster to ashes.

Come to think of it...

Ling'er didn’t have this before.

So he must’ve placed it recently?

Does that mean... Gu Yan knew Ling'er was in danger?

What has he been doing these days?

Something dangerous?

Leng Qingqiu tightened her embrace.

No...

Whether it’s Ling'er or Gu Yan...

I can’t... lose anyone else.

I have to... get stronger. Not just to protect Ling'er.

But also... to stop Gu Yan...

From walking the wrong path.

"Oh, sis..."

"Hm?"

"Hehe, can I take a picture of your weapon? I wanna show it off online."

Leng Ling'er bounced back quickly, even reaching out to touch the psychic dagger.

"......Come here."

Leng Qingqiu retracted the dagger, smiling sweetly as she pinched Leng Ling'er's ear and dragged her upstairs.

......

......

Meanwhile.

Gu Yan, who was on his way to the Leng Family, suddenly sensed something.

The initial joy of going to see Leng Qingqiu gradually darkened.

".........."

Old Gao, who was driving, sensed the shift in mood and asked in confusion, "What's wrong, Young Master?"

Gu Yan remained silent for a moment before speaking slowly, "Head straight to Hope Light. I'll go to Qingqiu myself."

With that—

Whoosh!

Gu Yan's figure instantly dissolved into black smoke, vanishing from the back seat.

His heart was filled with icy killing intent.

The Claw Cells he had planted on Leng Ling'er had been triggered.

These were no ordinary cells—imbued with the Power of Night, layered with spatial and sealing arrays, their purpose was to momentarily lock down an attacker's strength and instantly drag them into another dimension.

This dimension...

Was the Realm of Night!!

A space Gu Yan could freely enter after obtaining the dagger.

However, the Power of Night here was too dense.

Ordinary people would be corrupted by it, losing their sanity.

That was why Gu Yan hadn’t moved his base here.

Swish!

On a desolate stretch of land—

Thud!!

The black-clad man was flung to the ground, tightly gripped by the Claw Cells.

"Cough!"

His hood fell back, revealing lifeless eyes.

Tap.

Tap.

Footsteps echoed through the void as someone approached.

"Did the Old Dragon King send you?"

"Why target that girl?"

The black-clad man lifted his head.

There stood Gu Yan, dagger in hand, his expression unreadable, devoid of emotion.

The moment Gu Yan saw those vacant eyes, he knew.

This was... a member of the Dragon King Palace.

The man said nothing. He stared at Gu Yan, then—

Boom!!

The ground shattered as he lunged forward, driven by instinct as he sensed Gu Yan’s murderous intent.

"Guess I’ll have to look for myself."

Gu Yan flipped the dagger in his grip, his voice frigid.

His eyes burned with cold fury.

Hum!

A surge of Power of Night enveloped him.

Here in the Realm of Night, the energy manifested visibly, cloaking him like a suit of dark armor.

Boom!

Gu Yan vanished.

"?!"

The charging man froze mid-motion.

The next instant—

As if stepping out of the shadows—

Gu Yan reappeared behind him.

Without hesitation, he slashed the dagger.

Slick!! Slick!! Slick!!

The black-clad man’s body stiffened.

Then—

Splatter!!

His limbs were severed in an instant, soaring into the air.

"GAAAH—!!"

Gu Yan reached out, gripping the man’s skull with five fingers.

With a swift motion, he drove the dagger into his forehead.

This was another function of the blade—

Soul-piercing memory extraction. The cost? The victim would be left mindless.

In the next moment, fragmented memories flooded Gu Yan’s mind.

From the man’s earliest recollections... to his first steps in cultivation...

To joining the Dragon King Palace... to having his consciousness stripped away, turning him into a puppet...

And then... to...

The Old Dragon King’s command:

["Find me someone with fortune as vast as Xiao Lin’s!!"]

["Man or woman, it doesn’t matter!!"]

Now, Gu Yan understood everything.

He pushed the dagger deeper.

"Guh—!"

The man’s eyes suddenly cleared, as if waking from a nightmare.

A faint smile of relief crossed his face—

Before his body crumbled into ashes, scattering into the void.

Gu Yan sheathed the dagger, clenching his fists tightly.

He had planned to wait for the right moment.

But now...

His gaze burned with ruthless determination.

He had to kill the Old Dragon King—immediately.

Opening his system inventory, he saw them—

Two unmerged jade pieces, resting silently.

[Dragon King Jade: Dragon Head Jade ×1]

[Dragon King Jade: Dragon Tail Jade ×1]