The Emperor's Tutor had seen a dragon, and now it seed Lin Li had a chance to see the Holy Dragon's Essence Blood. Did this an he was going to beco a junior Emperor's Tutor?
That would truly be his most glorious mont.
Not only that, but his charm attribute could also go up another small tier.
After reviewing the rewards, Lin Li read through the task description again.
Sure enough, this magic artifact didn't co from a righteous path; it was created by an evil cultivator.
To put the task into plain English: he had to use this wicked bottle to do good deeds. He needed to absorb the negative emotions generated by others into the bottle and return a day of good mood to them. The task quota was represented by a long, slender progress bar.
Lin Li didn't dwell on it after reading it once. He wasn't going to rush out right now to figure out how to complete the task. Instead, he closed his eyes and sensed the "Flask of Hidden Passions" in his hand.
After successfully refining it, Lin Li's connection with the magic artifact instantly beca much closer. Detailed information about the artifact automatically flooded into his mind, saving him the trouble of testing it blindly:
The functions of the "Flask of Hidden Passions" would strengthen as his refinent of it deepened and his own power increased.
It could only absorb sufficiently distinct and intense emotions or desires. Furthermore, he had to clearly pinpoint the target's desire and manually designate it when activating the artifact; the flask wouldn't automatically notify him of absorbable emotions in the vicinity.
Both absorbing and outputting required fresh blood as a sacrifice. He could sacrifice blood in advance, but there was a cap on how much it could store. Using it consud his own ntal and physical energy. Prolonged use over a short period would lead to severe ntal fatigue—the exact opposite of his Clairaudience ability.
As for its casting range, in an environnt with no obstacles, his current limit was about ten ters.
There was a maximum capacity for the emotions and desires stored inside the flask. The more mixed and complicated the stored emotions were at any given ti, the smaller the overall capacity beca, and the greater the ntal drain when using it. Right now, due to his low power level, the cap was likely quite low.
The flask could not simply consu or erase these emotions out of thin air. To empty the bottle, he had to output these emotions into himself or other highly intelligent living creatures to be naturally processed. If the emotions inside ca from a shape-shifting spiritual beast or a human cultivator, they could not be outputted into a low-level beast, and vice versa.
He could not re-absorb the emotions he had just outputted. Additionally, the flask would break if overused to a certain extent. However, once completely broken, it would begin to self-repair, a process that could be accelerated with spiritual energy and essence blood.
After digesting all this information, Lin Li turned on his computer, ready to run an experint.
Baidu Cloud Drive, launch.
He held the "Flask of Hidden Passions" in his hand.
Well, you have to admit...
Damn, humans who think with their lower halves really are too dangerous. Lin Li shook his head to dispel these cursed, bold thoughts, and imdiately activated the magic artifact with his mind.
Betting all my integrity, get the hell in there!
The "Flask of Hidden Passions" emitted a faint glow that was barely noticeable even in the dark. Lin Li didn't see any other visual anomalies between himself and the flask, but he could feel his previously uncontrollable desires gradually fading away. The hard man was gradually softening.
His integrity was gradually lost, and Lin Li completely beca a discredited man.
A magic artifact was a magic artifact for a reason. It really had so tricks up its sleeve.
However, it only absorbed the desires that had already been generated; it didn't absorb the root cause. So, if Lin Li looked up and continued watching the video on his computer screen, his soft feelings would turn right back into a hard man.
If this artifact could permanently strip away emotions, it definitely wouldn't be sothing Lin Li could activate at his current power level.
For Lin Li, the most important takeaway from this experint was confirming that, as long as you ignored the negligible faint glow, there were no visible anomalies when using the "Flask of Hidden Passions."
In other words, it could be used completely unnoticed.
This artifact definitely had lethal potential. After all, if a sudden, overwhelmingly violent emotion surged into soone's body, whether it was extre joy or extre sorrow, it would cause severe trauma, potentially even sudden death. From a stealth perspective, its lethality was even greater than the Righteous Thunder Control thod.
That was another cause of death Detective Conan wouldn't be able to deduce.
But that was only in an ideal scenario. Given Lin Li's current level of refinent and his own energy limits, he was still lightyears away from being able to use it for murder.
Refining it further required spiritual energy again. Even the cleverest housewife can't cook without rice, and this lack of resources was driving Lin Li crazy.
A person can't be unlucky forever, right?
For now, he could only take it one step at a ti. It was getting late, so Lin Li stored the artifact back in his [Inventory] and went to bed.
...
"According to unofficial history, one day, Zhou Yu got drunk. Thinking of his recent humiliations, he complained to his trusted assassin, 'Zhuge Liang belittles !'
"He then made a throat-slitting gesture, signaling the assassin to take action. The loyal subordinate nodded and imdiately went to carry it out.
"That night, Zhuge Liang, Xiao Qiao, and Zhou Yu were all assassinated. And that is the origin of the idiom 'killing three sages with one sche'!"
(Translator's Note: In Chinese, "belittles " sounds exactly like "Xiao Qiao and ". The assassin thought Zhou Yu ordered him to kill Zhuge Liang, Xiao Qiao, and Zhou Yu himself.)
"I-Is that really how it happened?"
"Is that... right?"
When Lin Li arrived at the classroom the next morning, Bai Bufan was in the middle of his classic "Unofficial Three Kingdoms History" routine.
Because Bai Bufan had brought his phone this week, Lin Li had once again taken on the heavy responsibility of smuggling breakfast into the school.
After distributing the food, Lin Li returned to his seat.
"Lin Li, tell , why is it that as soon as a person gets to school, they get so sleepy?" Bai Bufan yawned, speaking sluggishly as he scarfed down his breakfast.
"Isn't it obvious? Because school is where dreams begin," Lin Li answered instantly.
Bai Bufan: "..."
"Thanks, I learned sothing today. Next ti I get caught sleeping in class, I know exactly what to tell the teacher." Bai Bufan gave a thumbs up. So full of positive energy.
anwhile, Lin Li, who had been reading, put down his book and started thinking.
Would the system classify the desire to sleep as a negative emotion?
Since there was nothing inherently shady about the appearance of the "Flask of Hidden Passions"—it just looked like a small trinket to play with in your hands. Lin Li could manifest it directly in his pocket and take it out. No one would think it was weird if they saw it.
Manifest. Retrieve. Lin Li aid the mouth of the flask at Bai Bufan, ready to start absorbing.
—The flask had already absorbed the duck blood he sacrificed yesterday, so it didn't need a blood top-up right now.
Besides, Lin Li had brought an extra box of duck blood in his backpack just in case.
Lin Li paused his movents.
He suddenly rembered that the flask still contained his "integrity" from last night.
Mixing different emotions and desires inside the flask would reduce its maximum capacity and increase his ntal drain. After a mont of thought, Lin Li decided to output the lust inside the flask into Bai Bufan first.
Go!
"Cough, cough!" Bai Bufan, who was drinking soup, suddenly started coughing violently. Soup almost ca out of his nose. He pursed his lips, his face looking incredibly bizarre and uncomfortable.
"What's wrong, Bufan?" Lin Li asked with feigned concern.
"Nothing, nothing," Bai Bufan waved his hand, trying to look nonchalant.
Screeech—
A few seconds later, Bai Bufan shifted his butt backward, dragging his chair about ten centiters across the floor with a harsh scraping sound. He then leaned forward and calmly continued drinking his soup.
This caused Bai Bufan's spine, which was originally at a ninety-degree angle to his thighs, to form an acute angle.
As a fellow guy, Lin Li knew exactly what this posture was ant to hide. He turned his head toward the window, covered his mouth, and tried desperately to hold back his laughter.
The evil cultivator who invented the "Flask of Hidden Passions" was an absolute bastard.
I really want to et him.
Soon, Bai Bufan finished his breakfast, threw the trash into the bin outside the door, and resud his awkward sitting posture. After hesitating for a mont, he patted Lin Li's shoulder and asked with deep concern, "Lin Li, I have a friend. His 'Uncle Woody' inexplicably pitched a tent an hour late today. Is that normal?"
"Should be normal. At our age, what's so strange about it?"
Lin Li pinched his own thigh hard to keep from laughing as he nodded.
"Is it really normal? There was absolutely no inducing factor. Does my friend really not need to go to the hospital to get checked out?" Bai Bufan looked distressed.
—Just a mont ago, his mind had been purely focused on taking a nap and how good the breakfast tasted. But the very next second, he suddenly had the urge to run away and hide. This made no sense at all.
"Why would you go to the hospital just because your friend's Uncle Woody was delayed?" Lin Li asked, looking 'confused'.
"Huh? Ah? Haha, true," Bai Bufan froze for a second, then scratched his head and laughed awkwardly. "I guess I was just too worried about him."
Three seconds passed.
"What I ant was, I would go to the hospital to visit my friend. My friend is definitely not ," Bai Bufan added earnestly.
"Mhm."
"Really!"
"Mhm."
The flask was now empty. Once Bai Bufan resentfully turned his head away, Lin Li aid the flask at him again, ready to absorb his sleepiness.
Failed. Nothing was absorbed.
Oh, the little incident just now probably jolted Bai Bufan wide awake. His sleepiness must be completely gone.
My bad.
He should have absorbed Bai Bufan's sleepiness first, and then, in the spirit of borrowing and returning, given him back his sleepiness along with a complintary dose of "integrity."
I'm still too rciful.
But it didn't matter. On a school morning, sleepiness was incredibly easy to find.
Especially among the guys in the back row, they were heavy sleepers. Not far away, Zhou Baowei was already nodding off like a chicken pecking at rice.
He activated the magic artifact again. This ti, he could feel the desire known as 'sleepiness' being sucked into the flask. Zhou Baowei's eyes lost their dazed look and gradually returned to clarity.
Lin Li's eyes locked onto the progress bar for Task Four.
It went up.
This ant that absorbing his classmates' sleepiness satisfied the system's requirents.
However, the increase was painfully small. If Lin Li hadn't been staring at it intently, he wouldn't have even noticed the progress.
Lin Li wasn't sure if this task simply required a massive volu of emotions, or if the desire for 'sleepiness' just wasn't considered "negative" enough in the system's judgnt.
But progress was progress, so he kept absorbing. Although Lin Li was seated in the last row by the window, the ten-ter range was enough to cover everyone in the classroom. And it was pretty easy to tell who was sleepy just by looking at them. So, Lin Li started absorbing them one by one.
...
Full.
Before he could even finish absorbing the sleepiness from the guys in the back row, the "Flask of Hidden Passions" sent him a signal that it had reached its limit and couldn't take in any more.
His level of refinent was still too low.
Lin Li opened the window and, with sharp eyes, spotted a bird resting in a tree.
Output failed. He tried a few other animals outside the window that entered his 'output' range, but the feedback was always a failure.
It seed this was the "reproductive isolation" of emotions and desires that the artifact's description had ntioned.
He closed the window. After thinking for a mont, Lin Li outputted the sleepiness into himself.
Holy crap.
He had been practicing the physical chapter of the Eight-Section Body Forging Art this morning, so his body was already a bit tired. Using the "Flask of Hidden Passions" drained his ntal energy, making his mind tired too. The mont this concentrated sleepiness entered his body, it instantly detonated. Lin Li almost closed his eyes and passed out on the spot.
Outputted emotions could not be re-absorbed. This was an irreversible action.
He shook his head, struggling imnsely to fight off the drowsiness. Looks like I can't sabotage myself like this.
So, who should I sabotage?
"Lin Li, why do you keep staring at ?" Bai Bufan suddenly noticed Lin Li's intense gaze. He imdiately crossed his arms, leaned back, and asked defensively.
"Nothing."
Lin Li hesitated.
Farming Bai Bufan for emotions over and over again was a bit too much.
His conscience really couldn't handle tornting his own bro like this.
...
During the morning reading session, Lin Li was the only one reading aloud.
Bai Bufan had his textbook propped up in front of him, enjoying a high-quality sleep like a baby.
(End of Chapter)
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