Starting from the steel of the heart, slaying demons and monsters.

Chapter 34 Heavenly Connection

"However, I don't really believe it."

Kuijin spoke frankly, without any beating around the bush, and in a calm tone.

But the meaning in those eyes changed.

It has become something more direct, almost like a single sentence.

I don't believe it. Give me an explanation.

Zhang Ping's Adam's apple bobbed.

How can this be explained?

Seeing that he didn't speak, Quigkin immediately stood up and stretched his body.

With the slightest movement, his joints emitted a series of fine popping sounds, as if someone were breaking dry firewood piece by piece.

He then slowly walked up to Zhang Ping.

"When I first heard that you, at the seventh level of Body Tempering, killed a rat at the ninth level of Body Tempering, I found you interesting and wanted to recruit you."

"I don't really believe in mindfulness tests."

Jin Kui's gaze was so sharp and domineering that Zhang Ping felt a chill run down his spine.

The completely uncontrollable physiological reaction caused him to take a small step back.

The town lord before us possesses unfathomable strength; he can tear apart powerful demonic beasts at the Boiling Blood Realm as easily as ripping cloth.

If Jin Kui wanted to kill him, he could crush him into ashes in the blink of an eye, no different from crushing an ant.

Heng Ziyang's expression changed slightly upon hearing this, but he remained standing to one side with his head bowed.

Kuijin turned away, no longer looking at Zhang Ping.

"Practice a journey."

He began to speak, but his tone was not as direct as before; instead, it carried a more narrative quality: "Body Tempering, Blood Boiling, Innate, Profound Understanding, Limit... and above that, there are realms."

Zhang Ping listened, and subconsciously held his breath.

He knew some things about cultivation, and there were fragmented pieces in the original owner's memories, but no one had ever systematically explained it to him.

After all, in a small place like Fenggu City, the Body Tempering Realm is already considered a master, and the Blood Boiling Realm is someone who has already reached the pinnacle.

As for innate qualities, they are even more invisible.

Now, a town lord at the Innate Realm stands opposite him, seemingly about to give him a lesson.

Quigkin continued, "And their varieties are incredibly numerous."

Kui Jin turned around and said, "Fist, knife, sword, spear, axe, hammer, Qi cultivation, talisman, array formation, alchemy... there are thousands of different styles, too numerous to count."

"But ultimately, they can be divided into three types."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Ping focused his attention.

"The first type is the martial artist who cultivates his body and uses his fists. He does not rely on external objects or tools, but only on his physical body."

Kuijin patted his chest, making a dull thud, like striking a drum. "Fists are weapons, the body is armor. This path is the hardest, but once you succeed, it's the most unreasonable."

Zhang Ping recalled the scene he saw in the mirror: Kui Jin smashed the black snake's breath with one punch and flattened half a mountain with another.

That wasn't knife work, that wasn't swordsmanship, that was just fists.

Purely, it seems to want to crush everything with its unreasonable power.

"The second type is the weapon cultivator who excels in both offense and defense."

Kui Jin's voice was flat. "Swordsmen, sword cultivators, spearmen, archers, and those who wield axes and hammers. These people make a living with weapons; a good sword can save half a life. The limit of a weapon cultivator depends on two things: his own cultivation level and the grade of the weapon in his hand."

Zhang Ping subconsciously glanced down at the broadsword at his waist.

This knife is considered a decent weapon in Fenggu City, but in Kui Jin's eyes it's probably not even worth scrap metal.

"The third type."

Kui Jin paused, a hint of something indescribable creeping into his voice, "It's Qi Refining."

His gaze fell on Zhang Ping, as if observing his reaction.

"These kinds of people are the rarest and the most unpredictable. They don't rely on their physical bodies or weapons, but on the spiritual energy between heaven and earth. Talismans, formations, incantations, and alchemy all fall into this category. These people may look weak and unassuming, but when it comes to fighting, they are often the most difficult to deal with."

Zhang Ping nodded and absorbed this information into his mind.

After all, the original owner was just a constable who had luckily mastered swordsmanship, and had never left Fenggu City, so his knowledge of the cultivation world was almost zero.

These words were unheard of by the original owner, but they were also valuable knowledge for him, the transmigrator.

At this point, Quigkin changed the subject.

"But regardless of whether you are a martial artist, a weapon master, or a Qi cultivator, anyone who can reach the Innate Realm can obtain a supernatural power."

Supernatural!

These two words startled Zhang Ping when they reached his ears.

So supernatural powers can be acquired? Then what about my own supernatural powers?

"Supernatural powers are not cultivation techniques."

Kui Jin's voice deepened, "It cannot be cultivated, inherited, or obtained through arduous training. It depends entirely on one's own comprehension, or rather, it is naturally acquired when you reach a certain level."

"Furthermore, with each advancement in a major realm, one's supernatural abilities will also strengthen. The supernatural abilities of the Innate Realm become incomparably more powerful upon reaching the Profound Realm."

Zhang Ping listened intently, not missing a single word.

This was the first time since he came into this world that someone had systematically explained the system of cultivation to him.

Quejin stopped abruptly at this point.

Their gazes fell on him again.

"But some people are special."

"Although they did not reach the Innate Realm, they were able to awaken their supernatural powers ahead of time."

Zhang Ping's pupils contracted slightly.

"We call these kinds of people 'Tian Tong' (天通)."

Zhang Ping understood.

Quejin said so much.

The cultivation system has three categories, and the definition of supernatural powers has come full circle, finally landing here, waiting for him.

So tell me about it.

"What are your supernatural powers?"

After these words were spoken, the mountaintop fell completely silent.

Heng Ziyang, who had been keeping his eyes down and focused on his own thoughts, couldn't maintain his composure any longer. He secretly raised his eyelids to glance at Zhang Ping, then quickly lowered them again.

He never expected that Zhang Ping would awaken supernatural powers.

However, it seems like he can't hear that!

Heng Ziyang looked bitter, wondering what he was doing standing there.

Zhang Ping's expression remained unchanged.

But his mind was already in turmoil.

Quigkin knew.

No, it's not that I knew, it's more like I guessed.

After all, his performance in the context of the story was too unusual.

Reaching eighth place on the Demon-Slaying Ranking after seven levels of Body Tempering is not something that can be achieved through hard work, nor can it be explained by talent alone. The only reasonable explanation is that he possesses supernatural powers.

He was paving steps for Zhang Ping, but at the same time he was digging a pit for Zhang Ping.

The meaning of "paving the steps" is that you are not a monster, but a verifiable person with divine powers. Although such things are rare, there are precedents in the cultivation world, so you don't need to hide it.

The meaning of "digging a pit" is that I have already shown you the way, and if you still pretend to be stupid, then you are being unreasonable.

Zhang Ping took a deep breath.

They've already laid their cards on the table; it's no longer acceptable to pretend.

"Your Excellency, the Town Lord, is wise to see the truth."

"I have indeed awakened supernatural powers."