[Talent Acquired: Array Genius!]
[Array Genius: Grey Quality. Can slightly enhance your array comprehension and also slightly increase your Divine Soul Force, doubling your efficiency in array cultivation.]
[This effect can be stacked with other talents.]
[Consuming ten Fortune Points can upgrade it to White Quality.]
As before, Wen Zhixing’s Divine Soul Force had once again slightly increased, and his comprehension of array thods had also improved significantly.
"It’s just a pity that I don’t have the opportunity to delve into array thods now, but strengthening my Divine Soul Force isn’t bad either," Wen Zhixing sighed softly and didn’t dwell on it. He continued opening them.
Regrettably, the subsequent Gray Fortune Fragnts didn’t yield anything significant.
[Fortune Points 5.]
[Current Fortune Points: 26.]
"There’s still one last White Fortune left." Wen Zhixing wasn’t discouraged. He was already quite satisfied with today’s gains. Even if the White Fortune yielded nothing special, he was prepared to accept it.
[White Fortune Fragnt (2/2) collected. Consuming one month of life-span allows synthesis, and you will obtain one of the following fortunes:]
[Option One: Acquire the secret skill: Mind Capturing Skill.]
[Option Two: Gain 5 Fortune Points.]
[Option Three: Acquire Qiu Yinger’s fortune.]
"A new secret skill." With a thought, Wen Zhixing imdiately chose the Mind Capturing Skill.
[Secret Skill Acquired: Mind Capturing Skill!]
[Mind Capturing Skill: White Quality. Can capture the target’s mind, causing confusion or even temporarily controlling their thoughts.]
[Disadvantage: The stronger the opponent’s Divine Soul Force, the weaker the effect, or it may even be ineffective.]
[Consuming one hundred Fortune Points can upgrade it to Blue Quality.]
"What a Mind Capturing Skill!" A smile spread across Wen Zhixing’s face.
Put simply, the Mind Capturing Skill is akin to a hypnotism technique. It’s truly an auxiliary divine skill.
If this Mind Capturing Skill’s quality were upgraded, I’m afraid it could completely control and enslave the opponent, Wen Zhixing guessed inwardly.
He wasn’t overly excited. This secret skill required the support of Divine Soul Force. If his divine soul was too weak, it probably wouldn’t be very effective.
"The harvest is good; it’s truly a bountiful one." Wen Zhixing was utterly content now.
He had gained two cultivation-related Talents and a secret skill, plus 5 Fortune Points. Those two years of his life-span were well spent.
After that, Wen Zhixing didn’t sit idle. He imdiately began cultivation, striving to attain entry-level mastery of the Igniting Blood Sword Skill and Mind Capturing Skill before going out.
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At this ti, after essence absorption, Ning Shan’s cultivation had reached the pinnacle of the Mysterious Might Realm. She was already in a position to attempt a breakthrough, yet she chose not to go into closed-door cultivation right away.
She thought of the wound on Wen Zhixing’s shoulder from before. The coincidence was too conspicuous. Even though Wen Zhixing claid it was his own carelessness, who would believe that? His shoulder was fine the day before, and then overnight, it had a sword wound? Who would randomly slash themselves with a sword?
Ning Shan’s eyes narrowed. She Zhihong, your audacity is truly growing. I can’t be too polite to him any longer.
Her expression darkened as she began searching for She Zhihong.
After this essence absorption, I’ve clearly realized the importance of Wen Zhixing. Just one session gave the chance for a breakthrough. How could he not be important? No wonder Master favored Wen Zhixing so much, giving him elixirs, tokens, and life-saving talismans. Wen Zhixing once asked for benefits, but in the end, he didn’t specify what he wanted. Since that’s the case, I’ll start by dealing with so of his troubles.
「Wutong Peak, at the mountainside.」
In a secluded small building, three figures sat opposite each other. It was She Zhihong and two other Wutong Peak disciples. The three shared a deep bond and often gathered together.
She Zhihong had already learned of Ning Shan and Wen Zhixing entering the secret chamber together, and at this mont, his face was extrely gloomy. He continuously guzzled strong liquor.
"She, drink less," Ning Qingzhong, beside him, spoke up, trying to advise.
"Yeah, She, why are you doing this?" Song Zidong, who was also there, chid in while snatching the liquor jar away.
"I’m fine!" However, She Zhihong just raised his head and smiled.
"She..."
"Really, I’m fine. Do you really think I have feelings for that wench?" She Zhihong let out a cold snort, no longer bothering to pretend.
"She, watch your speech!" Ning Qingzhong and Song Zidong were startled.
Such words should not be carelessly spoken; if soone overheard them, it would spell disaster.
"It’s alright." She Zhihong waved his hand. "There’s no one around. I know my limits."
The two n turned their heads and looked around, then breathed a sigh of relief.
"She, it’s always best to err on the side of caution," Ning Qingzhong reminded him again.
Yet She Zhihong seed unconcerned, scoffing, "What’s to fear? If it cos to it, I’ll just break away from Wonderous Palace."
"She! Mind your words!" This ti, Ning Qingzhong and Song Zidong were genuinely panicked.
Were these words to be taken lightly?
"Senior Brother Ning, if these words get out, we’re dood!" Song Zidong’s face turned stern as he stood up. If She Zhihong continues this reckless talk, I can’t remain here, he resolved.
Ning Qingzhong also stood up. She Zhihong must be out of his mind today to dare say such things.
"Hahaha, my junior brothers, it was I who spoke out of turn. I’ll punish myself with a drink." She Zhihong’s deanor remained calm. He chuckled lightly and once again lifted his cup to drink.
Ning Qingzhong and Song Zidong exchanged a glance, then sat back down.
"My junior brothers, I was just speaking my mind." She Zhihong set down his cup and looked straight at them. His tone shifted as he continued, "Junior brothers, I heard so news today. Do you rember Mu Yunqing from all those years ago?"
"Mu Yunqing? That furnace who fled?" The two were puzzled.
They certainly rembered. They had been sent to hunt down Mu Yunqing when he escaped, but they ultimately failed.
"I’ve heard Mu Yunqing now holds a significant position in the Righteous Sun Sect," Ning Qingzhong’s expression flickered.
"Not just significant." She Zhihong poured another drink and downed it before saying, "Back then, Mu Yunqing was just a furnace, with a status even lower than ours. Who would have thought that now, he’s transford into the Chief Disciple of the Righteous Sun Sect, living a life of utter bliss."
"She, why ntion these things." It’s not as if we could just run away, they thought, bitter smiles on their faces. Mu Yunqing managed to escape, but there’s no guarantee we could. Besides, even if we did flee, would we join the Righteous Sun Sect? Would they even accept us?
"If there was... a chance... to join the Righteous Sun Sect..." She Zhihong, while drinking his liquor, spoke indistinctly through his drink.
"She, what are you saying?" Ning Qingzhong and Song Zidong were taken aback.
"Hahaha, let’s not talk about this, let’s not talk about this." Seeing their expressions, She Zhihong hesitated slightly and promptly changed the subject.
The three then lapsed into silence, each with a different expression. No one knew what was on their minds.
A mont later, two figures drifted in from not too far away.
"She Zhihong, you’ve got guts!" A sharp rebuke suddenly rang out.
All three were startled, turning their heads toward the direction of the voice.
They saw Ning Shan appearing above them, her eyes cold and indifferent, her delicate fingers pointing straight forward.
A white light flashed by in an instant.
PFFT!
She Zhihong’s body trembled, and a spray of blood burst from his chest!
"Ning..." His eyes bulged with disbelief as he looked at her.
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