Chapter 7: You Dare to Murder Your Brother

  "You stinky old man, do you want to murder my brother?" Zhang Chong sat there, indignantly saying. This series of martial arts training was simply a torment worse than death.

  Wang Daozhong was also puzzled, and he thought to himself,

  "Unbelievable! How could things turn out like this?"

  In that short period of time, he used all the Five Elements techniques he knew, but every single one of them ended in failure.

  In that case, even the most basic five-line method can't be cultivated, let alone other profound methods. However, with a try-it-out attitude, he still found two sets of profound methods for Zhang Chong.

  However, the result is obvious, and it failed again.

  Zhang Chong panted heavily and sat there, opening his mouth to scold Wang Dao's ancestors from the 18th generation all the way down, so all the curses he had heard on the streets were used up at this moment.

  Wang Daozhong was at a loss, and on top of that, he was scolded until his seven orifices were smoking. As an elder in the Yuan Ying period, where had he ever suffered such humiliation?

  "Shameless scoundrel!!!" He cursed with a huff, though his heart was filled with intense hatred, but when it came to cursing, he was far inferior to Zhang Chong. His anger and urgency only managed to produce these four words, and then Zhang Chong took advantage of the momentum to continue cursing incessantly.

  "Could this kid be a swindler?" Wang Da Zhong's mind was racing with thoughts, and suddenly he thought of this possibility, which made his heart skip a beat. His impression of Zhang Chong had now turned extremely bad, and he couldn't help but think...

  "Could it be that Zhang Chong is using his inability to cultivate as an excuse to swindle many techniques from him and then sell them for money?"

  As a senior in the Yuan Dynasty, what he remembered was that the market value of the formulas was priceless, and usually only one school or sect could learn them.

  Thinking of this, and then thinking of Zhang Chong's previous question about the reward amount, Wang Daozhong became even more certain that Zhang Chong was not unable to cultivate it, but rather wanted to cheat him out of his technique to sell for money.

  But he didn't know that under the demon clan's ban, selling cultivation techniques had long been considered a capital offense. Who would have the guts to sell such techniques?

  Besides, even if Zhang Chong had such an intention, the methods he wrote out would make people who bought them vomit blood, and they couldn't figure out what these ghostly symbols had to do with the methods.

  Speaking of this speculation, Wang Daozhong overestimated Zhang Chong.

  But this idea was born, and it could no longer be restrained. Wang Daozhong had secretly assessed Zhang's character in his heart, and his mind quickly thought about how to regain the initiative.

  "Zhang Xiaoyou, I still have a set of techniques here, try it one last time." Wang Daozhong suddenly changed to an extremely gentle tone and said to Zhang Chong.

  "Try again? I'd rather keep my life and eat plain congee instead." Zhang Chong replied with a bad temper.

  "Try it this last time, I'm sure we'll succeed, I guarantee we'll definitely succeed."

  After listening to Wang Daozhong's string of guarantees, Zhang Chong thought that he would try again. Maybe this old man had already decided to hand over the key under his scolding.

  He put on a pale green ring as promised, then closed his eyes, relaxed his body, and his spirit went in the direction of the ring.

  At this moment, a faint light emerged from the pale green ring, gently probing out along Zhang Chong's fingers and slowly extending up his arm.

  Zhang Chong only felt a sour and soft feeling in his arm, which became stronger and stronger. As the light extended to his head, Zhang Chong immediately had a drowsy feeling.

  "How could this be?" Zhang Chong felt a bit dizzy. But he didn't have too much cultivation experience, and in his heart, he just thought it was because he had cultivated too many times today, causing side effects. Therefore, he didn't pay too much attention to it, but followed Wang Daozhong's voice, step by step, according to his words.

  "It doesn't matter, just keep relaxing, it will be fine soon." Wang Daozhong's words carried a hint of hypnotic meaning.

  This move of his is the extremely vicious "Mind-Confusing Curse", which uses the yuan Shen to control a person's body, making it become a puppet under one's own control, subject to manipulation.

  However, in order to cast this "Mind-Confusing Spell", one must first make the person's body and mind unable to resist. This is something that Wang Daozhong cannot do at present. Although he is a master of the Yuan Ying period, his spiritual power has already become a thing of the past for him. At this moment, he is only a wisp of yuan Shen, and it is completely impossible for him to perceive the world outside the Exploration Ring, let alone control a person's body and mind.

  He originally thought that this [Heart Demon Curse] was even more vicious than killing someone, although he understood it, he had always been too proud to use it. But today, he was infuriated by Zhang Chong and couldn't think of anything else, so he thought of this move. His strand of divine consciousness happened to be just right for casting the [Heart Demon Curse].

  So he used his cultivation method as an excuse and let Zhang Rong give up his resistance, making it easier for his primordial spirit to invade.

  But just as this strand of yuan spirit was about to invade Zhang Chong's chest, a white light suddenly flashed by, and all that could be heard was a mournful cry of "Ah~~~". Zhang Chong woke up with his hand covering his chest.

  Wang Daozhong was also shocked beyond measure, he had not expected that Zhang Chong's body would have such a strange power, able to break his "Heart Confusion Curse". At this moment, he seriously pondered the reason for his previous failure, and muttered to himself.

  "How can this be? Why can't I use the [Mind Confusion Curse]?"

  "Mind Confusion Spell?" Zhang Da Zhong called out after hearing Wang Dao Zhong's words, and was instantly reminded of the implications of this name.

  "You stinky old man," he suddenly became furious and shouted loudly, "you actually calculated me."

  "This... uh... nothing..." Wang Daozhong struggled to explain, but in his flustered state, he inadvertently revealed a general idea to Zhang Chong.

  "Brother saved you, yet you dare to plot against brother." Zhang Zhong's anger was not in sync, and he immediately grabbed the ring and threw it out. The ring hit one side of the thatched hut and then rolled back with a rumbling sound, but inside the ring, Wang Dao was completely unaware of these changes.

  Soon, Zhang Chong found himself angry, but apart from scolding, he also had no way to deal with Wang Daozhong. At this time, after walking back and forth in the room for two rounds, a sinister plan emerged in his mind.

  "Listen up, you stinky old man!" Zhang Chong yelled loudly at the ring.

  "As punishment for what you just did to me, I have decided to inflict the punishment of pouring molten iron on your head."

  "Wonderful! ～～" Wang Daozhong heard it and felt a bit puzzled, but soon he heard Zhang Chong's happy "hiss ～～" sound and whistling, and what happened next was self-evident.

  Wang Daozhong had never suffered such humiliation before, and his heart could no longer withstand the blow Zhang Chong gave him. All that was heard was a mournful cry of "Ah~~~", as Wang Daozhong's soul fainted away within the pale green ring.

  Zhang Chong looked at the pale green ring soaking in the yellow urine, and he was also extremely pleased. He didn't think of the ring as a treasure anyway, and with that annoying Wang Daozhong, he couldn't be bothered to pick it up either. So after pulling up his pants, he happily hummed a tune and went to bed.

  After tossing and turning for a whole day, this sleep was unusually sweet. It wasn't until the sun was high in the sky and its rays were shining on his buttocks that Zhang Chong reluctantly woke up.

  One night's time, he kept dreaming of the sky, where countless crystals were flying everywhere, sometimes far and sometimes near, approaching him. When he tried to grab them, they slipped away from his grasp.

  This feeling is just like a kitten scratching the sole of one's foot, making one feel unbearably itchy, though unable to grasp it, yet not wanting to wake up from the dream either.

  After sitting up from bed, Zhang Chong was still savoring the crystal stone in his dream.

  "Crystal, crystal, where are you?"

  Zhang Chong muttered to himself after saying this, and the wanted poster that Wang Da Shu brought him to see floated in front of his eyes again, causing him to slap his thigh hard and shout loudly.

  "Goodness gracious, why didn't I think of that?"

  In his heart, he thought that the old man in the ring was at least a cultivator. In this case, if he were to send this old man to the Demon Clan, wouldn't it be a great achievement?

  It's still possible to get a few second-rate crystal stones, this old man is of extremely poor character, but judging from the few moves he knows, he should still have some skills.

  Thinking of this, he immediately threw away the unpleasantness of waking up from his dream and hummed a little tune as he quickly put on his clothes and walked out of the room.

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