The Path of the Martial Arts BOSS
Chapter 76 - 73 Hypnosis

Chapter 76: Chapter 73 Hypnosis

The bottle contained Qing Yu’s homemade Enchanting Smoke, which made Feng Jiu’s consciousness even more muddled, lost in that fabricated primary-colored world.

After that, it was the old reliable routine...

"Feng Jiu, Feng Jiu..." Qing Yu’s voice fluctuated unpredictably, imbued with a strangely enchanting and mesmerizing tone.

"What is your wish?"

"To ascend to the imperial throne and make those who look down on me pay. Kill... I want to kill them..." Feng Jiu’s obsession ran deep, even lost in the Great Joy, her intention to kill was heavy, wishing she could kill those who scorned her.

"But, it’s difficult to ascend to the imperial throne," Qing Yu said.

"It is difficult, but... I already have the power..." Feng Jiu was still muttering unconsciously.

"Then, who gave you this power?"

"Meng De."

"So, you should be grateful to him, rely on him, he is your only supporter..."

"Grateful to him... Rely on him... But... but..." Feng Jiu’s face showed struggle.

Damn it, a white-eyed wolf that couldn’t be domesticated, already thinking about biting back. Seeing Feng Jiu like this, how could Qing Yu not understand? Deep down in his heart, Feng Jiu completely distrusted his "benefactor." Indeed, even though Qing Yu was the benefactor who gave the power, his openly utilitarian stance, coupled with tonight’s punishment, could hardly leave Feng Jiu’s prideful heart without resentment.

"Yes, you need to show a gracious attitude to win him over, he will be your greatest aid. Once you ascend to the imperial throne, he will be at your mercy. Right now, he still has a value to be utilized..." If the straightforward approach did not work, then try the reverse. As long as the same goal was achieved, Qing Yu didn’t care what Feng Jiu really thought.

Perhaps, by doing it the reverse way, Qing Yu could procure even greater freedom of action.

"Use him..."

"Yes, use him. Before you ascend to the imperial throne, use him as your assistance. In the process of ascending, all necessary concessions are essential..."

"Essential... Essential..." Feng Jiu muttered to himself.

Following Feng Jiu’s mind indeed yielded better results, and was easier. Enduring, this word had become an inseparable part of Feng Jiu, a frightening habit. Starting from this point, the manipulation proceeded as expected.

Gradually, after the pain and under the dual effect of mental relaxation and the Enchanting Smoke, Feng Jiu fell into a deep sleep.

And Qing Yu, opening the window and leaping out of the room, returned swiftly to his guest room nearby with a few quick jumps. Feng Jiu’s mansion didn’t have many servants, and there were scarcely any patrols at night, allowing Qing Yu to take the shortest path back to his guest room without any concern.

"Cough cough, cough cough cough..." The first thing Qing Yu did upon returning to his guest room was to cough softly, clearing his throat.

"This Mind Control Technique’s hypnosis part is really weird, dragging out the tone makes my throat a bit uncomfortable."

The hypnosis of the Mind Control Technique didn’t involve spiritual power and was similar to the psychological hypnosis known to Qing Yu from his previous life. The effect was not pronounced, but its advantage lay in its subtlety, so even experts who specialized in spiritual power couldn’t detect Qing Yu’s tampering with Feng Jiu.

Because all the ideas were genuinely Feng Jiu’s own, coming from his heart, Qing Yu merely guided his thought process in a direction beneficial to himself.

However, this required continuous hypnosis over a long period, constantly deepening this awareness in Feng Jiu, to covertly change his way of thinking. With the Black Heaven Book, Qing Yu was not short of opportunities to influence Feng Jiu.

"Tomorrow, I’ll find a chance to test the effects," Qing Yu thought as he sat cross-legged on his bed, closing his eyes and continuing to purify his Inner Strength through Yin Yang Transformation.

Defeating Dongfang Bubai and reaching the Peak of the Postnatal Realm required unrelenting effort.

Moreover, the Postnatal Realm was only the starting point of the current Martial Arts world; the path ahead was still very long, very long.

The road is long and arduous; I shall search high and low...

...

The next day.

The knocking of the housekeeper awoke Qing Yu.

"Young Master Meng, Ninth Prince has already woken up, please join him for a meal."

Qing Yu opened the door, and the housekeeper from yesterday, with a smile, bowed and led the way.

It was still Feng Jiu’s room, lively with a warm fire.

Feng Jiu was dressed in a Confucian robe today, not as ill as yesterday in bed, seemingly greatly improved.

"Old Xu, you can leave now," Feng Jiu said.

"Yes, Your Highness, enjoy your meal," the housekeeper Old Xu excused himself.

"Brother Meng, come and have a meal," Feng Jiu said with an eagerly pleasing tone.

"Yesterday you were sick in bed, today you can get up and walk around. I thought you were harsh enough on yourself, which surprised me. Now it seems you were just putting on an act, no wonder yesterday’s Imperial Physician wasn’t worried about you dying, I see."

Qing Yu rarely spoke with such sarcasm.

Qing Yu always believed that talk was cheaper than action, that any advantage gained in words was ultimately small. His uncharacteristically sarcastic speech today was also to test the effects of last night’s hypnosis.

"This... Brother Meng, as you know about my health condition, if you were too harsh, I truly might have been at death’s door," Feng Jiu said with a wry smile.

"Hmph, no need for more words. I just hope that from now on, you’ll be more honest and stop playing unnecessary tricks. I will take care of the matter with Zhang Qian Ding." After that, Qing Yu flung his sleeves, not even staying for breakfast, and left straight away.

"This... Yes," Feng Jiu said quietly, bowing his head.

As Qing Yu turned, he glanced at Feng Jiu but could not see his facial expression because his head was bowed.

With his back to Feng Jiu, Qing Yu’s eyes were deep, no longer displaying the scorn from before, ’Considering everything, whether it was because of last night’s punishment or the subsequent hypnosis, at least Feng Jiu has become a bit more subdued.’

’Next, I need to deal with Zhang Qian Ding’s matter.’

Without adequate resources, it’s impossible to quickly replenish the void left by the purification of Inner Strength, and to simply increase power could only be achieved through time-consuming effort, which Qing Yu did not have the patience to wait for.

’As for Zhang Qian Ding’s matter, I need to go to Tianyue Workshop.’

After all, Zhang Qian Ding was a man who couldn’t live without women; if he were to leave his house, he would certainly head to Tianyue Workshop to enjoy himself.

’Speaking of Tianyue Workshop, where did Brother Jin go?’

In the past few days, Jin Mingxuan had rarely been seen. Since he didn’t come to Qing Yu, who spent all his time on cultivation, Qing Yu didn’t go looking for him either. If it wasn’t for seeing Jin Mingxuan’s double-horse carriage still parked behind the inn when going out, he would have thought Jin Mingxuan had moved elsewhere.