Hearing the words of the mirrors, Mistress Love Wine pouted.
"That last part was unnecessary."
Han Yu anwhile continued to gain control over her body.
Five minutes.
Ten minutes.
Fifteen.
Finally...
He broke through.
Han Yu entered her body as the control transferred. But unlike previous attempts the struggle continued. Even inside the body he felt constant opposition. The Dao Shell pressed against him while the Nascent Soul resisted.
Every second felt unstable.
Han Yu imdiately understood.
He could not stay long.
He kept her body seated.
No unnecessary movents.
No tests.
He simply observed.
Ti passed.
One minute.
Two.
Three.
The pressure increased steadily.
Han Yu inspected internally.
The Nascent Soul looked uncomfortable.
The resistance intensified.
Five minutes.
Seven.
Nine.
At ten minutes Han Yu made his decision.
He imdiately exited.
The mont he left, Mistress Love Wine opened her eyes. Her face looked pale while sweat covered her neck and she breathed heavily.
"What..."
She touched her chest and felt her heartbeat race.
The mirrors began speaking over each other.
"You need help."
"This is serious."
"Call soone imdiately."
Mistress Love Wine nodded.
For once she did not argue. She imdiately summoned disciples but Han Yu stayed invisibly nearby as he wanted to see results.
The disciples arrived quickly and seeing her condition, they panicked and rushed to call Healing Hall.
The elder arrived roughly thirty minutes later.
Han Yu recognized him vaguely.
An experienced healer.
The elder examined her carefully.
Pulse.
ridians.
Soul fluctuations.
Qi circulation.
Everything.
Ti passed.
Eventually confusion appeared on the old man’s face.
He checked again.
Then again.
Nothing.
Han Yu watched closely.
The elder finally sighed.
"There is no injury."
Mistress Love Wine blinked.
"What?"
"No physical damage."
"No internal injury."
"No poison."
He stroked his beard.
"Perhaps a minor cultivation fluctuation."
Han Yu silently relaxed.
The elder continued.
"Your Qi may have deviated slightly during cultivation. Take recovery pills and avoid pushing cultivation for several weeks."
Mistress Love Wine frowned.
"That’s all?"
"That is all."
The elder genuinely looked puzzled.
Han Yu anwhile quietly retreated. He returned to his body hours later and imdiately began writing.
Dao Shell possession successful.
Resistance extre.
Entry ti approximately fifteen minutes.
Maximum occupation approximately ten minutes.
Continuous internal opposition.
Possible damage risk if prolonged.
Detection unsuccessful.
Healing elders unable to identify cause.
Han Yu leaned back.
His heart still beat faster.
This experint had been dangerous.
He had pushed farther than before.
Yet the results were worth it.
Dao Shell realm was possible.
Difficult.
Risky.
Limited.
But possible.
Then Han Yu paused.
A thought appeared.
If Dao Shell worked...
What about Dao Treading?
His eyes slowly shifted.
Towards the direction of Lady Rot Rose’s peak.
A mont later he imdiately shook his head.
"No."
Absolutely not.
That woman possessed a Spatial Realm.
He was not insane.
His gaze shifted again.
Towards another direction.
Frost Plu Town.
Madam Cold Fang.
Han Yu froze.
"...Still no."
He rubbed his forehead.
So risks remained too dangerous.
Far away at Love Wine Peak, Mistress Love Wine sat wrapped in blankets while six mirrors comforted her.
One mirror suddenly spoke.
"Soone was thinking about you recently."
Love Wine blinked.
"Who?"
The mirror paused.
Then answered proudly.
"Probability suggests Master Ju Fan."
Mistress Love Wine imdiately brightened.
anwhile, back in his cave hideout, Han Yu suddenly sneezed.
Han Yu spent the following months doing nothing outwardly remarkable. To others, Ju Fan had beco even more reclusive than before. To Han Yu himself though, these months beca the foundation of sothing terrifying.
He gathered every scroll.
Every report.
Every experint.
Every observation he had made during the years of possession research.
The information filled entire halls beneath his peak.
Thousands of records floated around him as he sat cross legged in ditation chambers while Jiangshi moved continuously, organizing docunts and copying notes.
One wall held observations about corpses. Another listed soul compatibility. One entire chamber was dedicated purely to living possession experints. The deeper Han Yu studied it all, the more his eyes brightened.
He finally had it.
A real weapon.
Not a technique.
Not a treasure.
A weapon.
Soul Projection changed everything.
Han Yu could enter another body, move through it, borrow their identity, make them act, even make them kill and no one could detect it.
Even Healing Hall elders failed.
Even Dao Shell cultivators noticed nothing.
The implications beca terrifying.
Han Yu looked at a map of the Blood Continent spread before him.
"The Blood Sect is too large..." he muttered quietly.
His finger moved across the map.
Peak after peak.
Branch after branch.
Elders.
Disciples.
Outer forces.
rchant groups.
Slave districts.
The sect stood like a giant beast covering a large part of the continent.
Trying to destroy it head on was impossible. Even if Han Yu reached Dao Treading realm tomorrow, he still could not do it. The Slaughtered Moon Divine Blood Sect had existed for hundreds of thousands of years.
It had countless Dao Treading experts.
Immortal Ascension experts.
Unknown ancient thods.
And then there was the Bleeding Moon.
Han Yu still rembered Patriarch Hong Tianyue’s words.
"The Bleeding Moon Watches all."
He did not know what it ant.
But he knew one thing.
It was dangerous.
The Eternal Smiling Ancestor had possibly been immortal level. Yet the Patriarch still showed confidence. That ant the sect possessed sothing equal or greater. Han Yu absolutely refused to gamble against that.
Which ant only one path remained.
Weaken them.
Slow them.
Cripple growth.
Make them consu themselves.
Han Yu stared at the map for hours.
Slowly...
A smile appeared.
Not a pleasant one.
He finally saw it.
The Blood Sect was powerful.
But it was also unstable.
The entire sect thrived on competition.
Conflict.
Ambition.
Suspicion.
Betrayal.
People already distrusted one another.
Han Yu only needed to push them.
Just enough.
Masters suspicious of disciples.
Peak heads questioning elders.
Brothers killing brothers.
Parents turning against children.
Every death would weaken the sect.
Every conflict would buy ti.
Ti for Qing Luan.
Ti for the Twin Leaf Peak disciples.
Ti for Madam Cold Fang.
Ti for escape.
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