Chapter 24: Destroying the Mind
Mo Bai was deep in thought as he walked into Notting Academy under the respectful gaze of the guards. He hadn't walked for long when his train of thought was interrupted by a sudden, "Big Brother Mo Bai."
He looked over. In the two months since Tang San had been here, there had been a significant change in him. He wasn't listless; instead, he seemed even more spirited.
Beside Tang San, Yu Xiaogang—who had originally been smiling and looking at Tang San with doting eyes—immediately turned cold the moment he saw him.
Had he been healed by Yu Xiaogang?
Mo Bai's curious gaze wandered back and forth between the two. Tang San was very different from before, so had Tang San agreed this time? Had Yu Xiaogang taken advantage of a weakness?
Of course, he was referring to the mind. The body? He truly didn't know.
But it didn't matter; his hypnosis of Yu Xiaogang had been completed back when Tang San had returned home.
The current Yu Xiaogang was not the same Yu Xiaogang as before, who still held fantasies about romantic relationships, but a Yu Xiaogang who truly felt 'affection' for Tang San.
Tang San would be able to feel this very clearly.
"Hmph!" Yu Xiaogang snorted coldly, not even glancing at Mo Bai.
Mo Bai nodded repeatedly. This 'affectionate' psychology was only directed at Tang San. There was no need to worry about others being targeted.
Unfortunately, both of them possessed the mindset of adults and a solid foundation of Soul Power, and they weren't as simple and easy to deceive as Xiao Wu. It was difficult to perform hypnotic manipulation before they had a Spiritual breakdown.
At the current stage, he could only use suggestion...
How difficult was it to make Tang San have a Spiritual breakdown? Even when his only family member after living for 6 years left, Tang San was only dejected, not frantically screaming and yelling.
In summary, he didn't have enough people he was bonded to.
Regardless of whether Yu Xiaogang succeeded or not, it was a form of Spiritual destruction for Tang San.
Furthermore, Yu Xiaogang was also the Spiritual pillar for someone else; he might still be useful in the future.
Mo Bai's mind flashed with the image of that high and mighty Supreme Pontiff. He snapped back to reality and smiled, greeting the Tang San in front of him, "Little San, long time no see."
...
Compared to the villages outside Nuoding City, Nuoding City itself was much more relaxed. Young Master Mo's reputation was well-known throughout the city; Soul Masters below Rank 20 found it hard to escape his suggestions.
But for those above Rank 20, who also had adult thinking, it required some trouble.
These people included Dean Su, the City Lord of Nuoding City, some mercenary group leaders, and some people from the Spirit Hall.
But it was only a few people, and all of them were under the surveillance of Pupil One.
In less than a month, Mo Bai had already been able to confirm the current "ownership" of Nuoding City.
Even if there were no changes on the surface, the undercurrents were already quietly surging.
The next steps were somewhat contradictory: he needed to strengthen Tang San's identity recognition while also plotting ways to destroy Tang San's mind.
Given Tang San's personality, one or two major events wouldn't be able to crush his Martial Soul. It would be best to shatter everything he hoped for in an instant to achieve the best effect.
To achieve this kind of effect, it definitely couldn't be done in Nuoding City alone.
Limited geography also meant limited knowledge.
Even with Yu Xiaogang's help, what was on paper ultimately remained on paper.
Only practice is the true knowledge that proves everything.
So...
Inside the dormitory, Mo Bai lifted a skull emitting silver light and muttered, "It seems your 'death news' will have to be prolonged a little longer."
Mo Bai placed the skull beside a potted Blue Silver Grass.
Looking at the Blue Silver Grass he had raised for nearly a year, Mo Bai touched it gently with his hand, and the leaves slowly wrapped around his fingers.
"Then next, it's your turn."
Afterward, he closed his eyes and began to use his Spiritual Power to depict the Soft Bone Rabbit Visualization Method in his mind, while Xiao Wu stood to the side, blushing, releasing her Martial Soul and letting Mo Bai's fingers measure bit by bit over her Martial Soul, the Soft Bones Demon Rabbit.
Using a physical object to assist with visualization would increase the speed of visualization; this was without a doubt.
And Xiao Wu, who was herself a Soft Bones Demon Rabbit, had the fastest cultivation speed, surpassing everyone; this was also without a doubt.
Several days later.
News of the purple pole grass rose again in the city.
To Mo Bai's lack of surprise, Tang San came knocking that afternoon.
Seeing Tang San so persistent, Mo Bai revealed a relaxed smile, then, under Tang San's expectant gaze, took out a complete purple pole grass.
However, just like before, the two drops of medicinal liquid above the purple pole grass had already disappeared.
Seeing this, Tang San's expression immediately fell. Just as he was about to ask about the whereabouts of the two drops of liquid, Mo Bai pointed to Xiao Wu, who was sitting cross-legged in his room Cultivating.
Apparently, this time the user was Xiao Wu.
Tang San put away his slightly dejected expression. If it was Xiao Wu, he could accept it; after all, Xiao Wu's relationship with Mo Bai was indeed better.
But the fact that Mo Bai could give it to someone else meant that he also had a chance.
He considered his relationship with Big Brother Mo Bai to be quite good.
"By the way, Little San, are you taking this herb back to plant? Perhaps there's still a chance for it to produce medicinal liquid again."
Tang San smiled helplessly and shook his head. The two drops of liquid were the essence of the plant itself; to have them again, it would have to grow once more. This was the characteristic of most herbs.
Taking it back to plant for the time being—wouldn't that be the same as Big Brother Mo Bai raising a Blue Silver Grass? Completely useless.
He also hadn't expected a young master like Big Brother Mo Bai to raise a Blue Silver Grass as a potted plant.
Although that Blue Silver Grass grew quite tall, and he could see it every time he came to Big Brother Mo Bai's dormitory, looking good was useless.
It couldn't have a Soul Ring added to it like his Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul, and it didn't have extra abilities, nor was it as vibrant and beautiful as other potted plants, having ornamental value.
He really couldn't understand the way rich people thought.
That was all fine, but the problem was...
"Little San, what do you think of how my Blue Silver Grass is growing? Do you have any suggestions?" Mo Bai brought over the potted Blue Silver Grass from the window and caressed its leaves carefully, seemingly with a proud expression.
The problem was, Big Brother Mo Bai would ask him about the Blue Silver Grass every time. It was clearly just an ordinary piece of grass, yet he held onto thoughts from storybooks—transforming into a human? How was that possible?
He had specifically asked his teacher about this; that kind of thing was only possible for high-level Soul Beasts.
A plain and ordinary Blue Silver Grass? But he couldn't reject Big Brother Mo Bai's Face; after all, Big Brother Mo Bai often helped him keep an eye out for news about the purple pole grass.
That was what he wanted most; a mere Blue Silver Grass, it wouldn't hurt to offer some compliments.
"As expected of Big Brother Mo Bai, even a Blue Silver Grass can be cultivated to be so spirited. I admire you."
Mo Bai just curled the corners of his mouth, as Tang San had expected, and the two smiled knowingly.
Mo Bai then took on a look of longing, gazing at Tang San, and said dreamily, "Do you think if one day this Blue Silver Grass transforms into a human, it might be just like in the storybooks, recognizing me as its master and offering itself to me? After all, I've raised it for so long, which is much more important than the 'life-saving grace' in storybooks."
"Yes, yes, yes," Tang San replied with a helpless expression on his little Face, "If Big Brother Mo Bai hadn't raised it for so long, this Blue Silver Grass would have long been eaten by livestock, or bitten by insects, or casually trampled to death by people on the side of the road. I don't know how many times more important that is than life-saving grace."
Big Brother Mo Bai's interests at such a young age weren't much more normal than Wang Sheng and the others, or perhaps it would be appropriate to call it strange... Still having ideas about grass? Is this how rich people play? Really fancy, Tang San sighed inwardly.
As a result, Mo Bai placed his hands on Tang San's shoulders with an expectant look: "So, Little San believes that if one day the Blue Silver Grass transforms, it will definitely recognize me as its master, right?"
"Yes, yes, yes!"
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