The medicine bottle contained, Qing Yu’s homemade Vertigo Smoke, which made Feng Jiu’s consciousness even more confused and lost in that fictitious basilisk world.
After that, it was naturally the tried and tested old formula ——
“Feng Jiu, Feng Jiu ——,” Qing Yu said in a voice that undulated with a fantastically bewitching power.
“What is your wish?”
“To ascend to the empire and make those who look down on me pay the price. Kill —— I want to kill them ——” Feng Jiu’s obsession was so deep that even when he was lost in the great bliss, his killing heart was heavy and he hated to kill those who despised him.
“But it’s hard to ascend the emperor’s throne.” Qing Yu said.
“It’s hard, but —— I already have the power ——,” Feng Jiu murmured, still unconsciously.
“So, who gave you the power?”
“Meng De.”
“So, you have to thank him and rely on him, he is your only supporter ——”
“Thank him —— and rely on him —— but – but ——” Feng Jiu’s face showed a struggle.
D*mn, it’s really a white eyed wolf that can’t be raised well, now it’s thinking of backlash. Seeing Feng Jiu’s appearance, Qing Yu did not understand that Feng Jiu did not trust him as a “benefactor”. Although he was a benefactor who had given her strength, Qing Yu had already taken advantage of her in an undisguised manner, and with this punishment tonight, how could Feng Jiu’s heart be free of resentment?
“Yes, you have to make a gesture of gratitude to draw him in, and he will be your greatest help. When you ascend to the emperor’s throne, he will be at your disposal. Right now, he still has value to use ——” If the positive doesn’t work, then let’s do the opposite, anyway, we can achieve the same purpose, Qing Yu doesn’t care what Feng Jiu’s heart thinks.
Maybe, by doing the opposite this way, Qing Yu can get a wider space to act.
“Use him ——”
“Yes, use him. Before ascending to the emperor’s throne, you use him and let him come to be your helper. In this process of ascending to the imperial throne, all the commissions are necessary ——”
“It is necessary —— necessary ——,” Feng Jiu murmured.
Going along with Feng Jiu’s mind is really more effective and easier. Patience, the word, had become an inseparable part of Feng Jiu for him, a terrible habit, and starting from that point was unexpectedly smooth.
Slowly, under the dual effects of the relaxation of his sanity after the pain and the enchanting smoke, Feng Jiu fell into a deep sleep.
And Qing Yu, opening the window door, leapt out of the room, and in a few dashes, quickly returned to his guest room not far away. There were not many servants in Feng Jiu’s mansion, and there were no patrols at night, so Qing Yu was able to take the nearest route back to the guest room without any fear.
“Cough, cough, cough ——” The first thing Qing Yu did when he returned to the guest room was to cough softly in quick succession to correct his throat.
“The hypnosis part of this mind deterrent technique is really weird, the elongated tone is a bit hard on the throat.”
The hypnosis of the Mind Deterrent Technique, which did not involve spiritual power, was close to the mental hypnosis of Qing Yu’s previous life. The effect was not obvious, but it was superior in that it was silent, even experts who specialized in spiritual power would not be able to discover the manipulation Qing Yu had done on Feng Jiu.
The reason is that all the thoughts are Feng Jiu’s true thoughts, from his heart, and Qing Yu is only leading him to think in a direction that is beneficial to him.
But this required a long period of uninterrupted hypnosis, constantly deepening this awareness for Feng Jiu, in order to quietly change Feng Jiu’s thought patterns. With the Book of Black Heaven in place, the last thing Qing Yu lacked was the opportunity to exert influence on Feng Jiu.
“Let’s find a chance to test it out tomorrow and see how effective it is.”
Qing Yu closed his eyes and crossed his knees on the bed, once again starting to purify his internal energy through Yin-Yang transformation.
Defeating Dongfang Bufu and reaching the peak of the Houtian realm did not allow for any half-heartedness.
Moreover, the Houtian realm was only the starting point of the current martial arts world, and the road ahead was still long, long.
The road is long and far, I will go up and down to find out ——
——
The next day.
The knock on the door from the butler caused Qing Yu to open his eyes.
“Sir Meng, His Ninth Highness has woken up and invites you to go over and dine with him.”
Qing Yu opened the door to his room and the butler from yesterday, smiling, bowed his head and led the way.
It was still Feng Jiu’s large, warm room with a roaring fire.
Feng Jiu was wearing Confucian clothes today, unlike yesterday when she was bedridden, and looked, already, considerably better.
“Old Xu, you can go down first.” Feng Jiu said.
“Yes, Your Highness, enjoy your meal.” Old Xu, the butler, excused himself.
“Brother Meng, and come and dine.” Feng Jiu said with a bit of solicitude and ingratiation.
“Yesterday you were bedridden and today you are able to get out of bed and walk around. I thought you were hard enough on yourself to take me by surprise. Now it seems that you are just pretending. No wonder that imperial doctor yesterday did not worry at all that you would die.” Qing Yu said with a rare sneer.
Qing Yu had always believed that his mouth was not as big as his fist, and that the advantage he got from his mouth was only a small one after all. Today’s uncharacteristic sarcastic remarks were also to test the effect of last night’s hypnosis.
“This —— Brother Meng, you know my physical condition, if I hit too hard, I’m afraid I’ll really die.” Feng Jiu said with a bitter smile.
“Hmph, no need to say more. I only expect you to be more honest in the future and not to do any more tricks that add to the picture. I will take care of the matter of Zhang Qian Ding.” After saying that, Qing Yu waved his robe sleeve, did not even eat breakfast, turned around and left straight away.
“This —— is.” Feng Jiu hung his head and said.
As Qing Yu turned around, he glanced at Feng Jiu, but he had his head down and his head hung, but he could not see his facial expression.
After Qing Yu turned around, Feng Jiu looked up at the departing back, a cold flash in his eyes, and then changed into a deep helplessness.
Qing Yu, whose back was turned to Feng Jiu, had dark pupils, no longer the same contempt as before, ”At the moment, it seems that no matter if it is due to last night’s punishment or the hypnosis afterwards, at least this Feng Jiu fellow has become a bit more honest.”
”Next, it will be necessary to deal with Zhang Qian Ding’s matter.”
Without enough sustenance, it would be impossible to quickly replenish the gap after the refinement of internal power, and if one simply wanted to grow one’s power, one could only rely on the water mill, and Qing Yu could not wait that long.
”The matter of Zhang Qian Ding still needs to go to the Heavenly Delight Place.”
After all, this Zhang Qian Ding fellow has no women, if he could leave the house, he would definitely head to Tian Le Fang to have fun and enjoy himself.
”Speaking of Tianle Place, speaking of which, where did Brother Jin go?”
These days, Jin Mingxuan was rarely seen, he didn’t come looking for Qing Yu, and Qing Yu spent all his time practising his kung fu and didn’t go looking for him. If he hadn’t seen Jin Mingxuan’s double-driver carriage still parked behind the inn when he went out, he would have thought that Jin Mingxuan had moved to a different place.
