Super Strong Little Divine Farmer

Chapter 2290: Chapter 2291: Spirit Control

Although Lin Chen did not exert his full strength, after his breakthrough in realm, the power of his strike was incredibly formidable, far beyond what a few mere beasts could withstand.

After this strike, Lin Chen did not linger long; his figure, like a phantom, was entirely invisible under the cover of the night.

Only a swish could be heard, a sound caused by Lin Chen’s rapid speed slicing through the air.

Before the sound fully dissipated, two more resounding noises were heard as two hungry wolves were decapitated beneath Lin Chen, collapsing onto the ground like mud, their green eyes dimming from this point on.

Roar!

Roars echoed as the wolves in front collapsed, stirring the once tranquil forest.

The sound waves were as menacing as tides in the dark.

The hungry wolves hiding in shadows surged out from the dense forest with these sound waves.

Their numbers were vast, dragging along the shadows of beasts that appeared lifeless, charging downwards together.

”Come on!”

Lin Chen laughed heartily at the sky, perhaps due to the lack of activity for a long time, his body felt rusty. Now, with these hungry wolves, Lin Chen was naturally delighted.

Although these wolves were weak to Lin Chen now, they still provided some minor benefits for Lin Chen’s restoration.

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The forest remained dim, but now, there was less noise around Lin Chen, and gone were the eerie green lights surrounding him before.

At this moment, Lin Chen stood alone on the open ground, using the moonlight to survey the hungry wolves lying motionless around him.

After a slight stretch, crackling sounds emitted from his joints.

Having been bedridden for a few days, now with his strength restored, the recently achieved power surged throughout his body, making him feel utterly comforted.

Looking at the animal carcasses scattered all over, Lin Chen remained unmoved. These beasts attempted to attack Lin Chen, so how could Lin Chen simply sit and await downfall?

His gaze moved indifferently, turning toward a distant dead beast.

This beast’s eyes were wide open, seemingly carrying a look of unwilling resentment.

”Blame yourself for eating recklessly.”

Lin Chen shook his head; he could only say this beast was unfortunate.

Approaching it, Lin Chen split open the beast’s belly, extracting the sword that Lin Chen had been carrying all along.

The sword was drenched in blood, and the bloodied blade reflected a poignant beauty under the moonlight, sticky in Lin Chen’s grasp.

After picking up the sword, Lin Chen left and walked to where the rushing stream was, using the clear water to cleanse the filth on the sword hilt.

The clear stream washed away the impurities from the sword, drifting into the distance.

Lin Chen retrieved his sword but did not hurry to leave; instead, he stood on the spot, eyes gently closed.

With the enhancement of his realm, the Spiritual Energy in him seemed capable of transforming into silk-like threads, each strand wrapping around Lin Chen’s fingertips.

This was the benefit of his cultivation improvement—control of the spirit.

Spirit control meant manifesting the internal Spiritual Energy in various forms. Those with more advanced cultivation could even create weapons with Spiritual Energy comparable to Divine Weapons.

However, Lin Chen did not possess such power now, nor did he have such intentions.

He sat cross-legged, one hand slowly extending from his chest while the sword he held was placed on the ground before him.

Then, Lin Chen breathed lightly, and between his fingers, faint ripples of Spiritual Energy emerged.

Though weak, under the moonlight, one could discern the thin thread of cultivated energy forming at his fingertips.

Although the Spiritual Energy was exceedingly weak, Lin Chen’s ability to manifest it was not simple. As his hand moved, the thread danced at his fingertips.

With each action, Lin Chen felt the Spiritual Energy within him rapidly depleting, fortunately with his enhanced cultivation.

Otherwise, controlling this outwardly evident Spiritual Energy would have been exceedingly difficult.

His eyes, like stars, reflected the Tianyan Ancient Sword on the ground before him. As Lin Chen extended a hand, the thread of Spiritual Energy emanating from his fingers moved toward the sword before him.

Around the hilt, the thread wrapped elegantly.

Immediately, Lin Chen’s expression turned solemn, taking a deep breath. The Spiritual Energy entwining the sword hilt, under Lin Chen’s subtle manipulation, caused the longsword to resonate.

One hand resting on the opposite elbow, Lin Chen formed a sword finger with his other hand, slowly lifting it upward with great difficulty.

This lifting motion seemed to consume Lin Chen’s enormous energy, sweat significantly dotting his face, visible in his laborious effort.

Likewise, the Spiritual Energy within revolved fervently in his Dantian, converging towards Lin Chen’s fingertip and translating through the thin thread of energy to move the sword.

This continued for only a few breaths, and amazingly, Lin Chen’s Spiritual Energy dissipated swiftly, about two-thirds gone!

And that Ancient Sword, although Lin Chen typically wielded it effortlessly, now, under such laborious endeavors, barely lifted a few inches, gliding steadily upward.

This elevation was not high but brought a hint of joy to Lin Chen’s brows.

As his concentration slightly relaxed, the Ancient Sword fell from mid-air, making a soft sound.

Huff... huff...

With the Ancient Sword’s descent, Lin Chen panted heavily, seemingly exhausted of much energy.

Indeed, such manipulation was no simple feat—using Spiritual Energy as a guide to move the sword was taxing and inefficient.

Most cultivators would never choose such a method.

It’s a fruitless effort, providing little return while consuming significant mental and physical resources.

But Lin Chen was different, his face still bearing fatigue, yet his joy was evident; when the Ancient Sword started to move from the ground, an unmistakable joy overflowed.

Being able to maneuver the Tianyan Ancient Sword with Spiritual Energy confirmed Lin Chen could control his sword; though progress seemed insignificant now, getting started was always challenging, and Lin Chen found this advance very satisfying.

He even began considering crafting a few small curved blades to yield surprise tactics against adversaries.

He threw several pills into his mouth, those remaining from the storage ring in the underground palace, serving to restore Spiritual Energy.