"The Wind Horse Sparrow technique, just with this single move it’s like ’There is No Thief Under Heaven’, showcasing its intriguing thods."
Zhou Xuan clapped his hands together, then invited Teacher Gong to teach him the techniques.
"Before I ca to Jing Country, the Colorful Play Hall was rely a third-rate hall. After I arrived, they learned Spiritual Control and Aggregation Technique, which turned them into a top-tier hall. So, to learn Colorful Play, you must first master Spiritual Control."
The engineer had already fallen into the rhythm of the "teacher’s" discourse, and said to Zhou Xuan, "How is your spiritual power?"
"Extrely strong." Miss Qiang chid in from the side, "He can be deceived from a mile away by the brains of the forebears from beneath the Earth Abyss."
The brains of the forebears are the aggregated consciousness of thousands, tens of thousands of disciples from the Colorful Play Hall, possessing very strong spiritual control abilities.
And this spiritual control has one characteristic — the stronger the spiritual power, the easier it is to get caught, while the weaker the spiritual power, the less likely one is to be controlled.
Zhou Xuan could be controlled even from a mile away, which is a testant to his powerful spiritual power.
"Then you have great potential. The people of Jing Country usually have nearly zero spiritual power, as do the Colorful Play Masters; their spiritual power is very poor, not to ntion spiritual control."
"Their spiritual power is weak, so how did they learn spiritual control?" Zhou Xuan was very curious.
"Aggregation."
The engineer said, "Suppose my spiritual power is one thousand, while a single Colorful Play Master has a spiritual power of one. If there are ten thousand Colorful Play Masters, and we aggregate their consciousness together, it can add up to a spiritual power of ten thousand,
Of course, the Consciousness Aggregation technique is not a simple nurical addition; there are many losses. When ten thousand people are aggregated, factoring in various energy losses, the resulting spiritual power can only reach around five thousand,
but even five thousand is much stronger than my one thousand."
Zhou Xuan nodded continuously upon hearing this. This Blood Flesh Divine Dynasty, although a lost nation obliterated by the Buddha Country, has so genuine tactics.
"Your spiritual power is very strong, so there’s no need to master Spiritual Aggregation. I’ll directly teach you Spiritual Control."
The engineer closed his eyes and said to Zhou Xuan, "Do as I do."
"Teacher Gong, I’ve closed my eyes."
"Focus your mind and attention on sensing the Blood Woman."
Zhou Xuan listened to the teaching, slowly gathering his perception to sense Miss Qiang’s consciousness.
His perception rivals that of a God. When this kind of concentrated attention is released, and it swept over the Black Water, causing ripples to jump along its surface.
The engineer frowned, very surprised, and said, "Your perception is this strong?"
"Rivals a God, indeed." Miss Qiang proudly patted her chest.
The engineer chuckled and said, "Perception is indeed incredibly strong and unmatched, but Ah Xuan, you must be aware that perception is perception, spiritual power is spiritual power; they’re two different forces."
"What is the difference between perception and spiritual power?"
Zhou Xuan had never used spiritual power alone, so he was sowhat unclear about the difference between the two.
To not only know its form but also to understand its essence leads to deeper understanding, so he humbly asked Teacher Gong.
"Perception in Jing Country and spiritual power in the Blood Flesh Divine Dynasty have the sa origin, both stemming from consciousness, which is the soul."
"However, perception is more like an invisible hand; once released, it uses the tactile sense to let you perceive external matters."
"Spiritual power is more like the heart being pushed to the extre, resonating with external things. If it’s raining in the sky, the depths of your heart will raise a mist."
"It’s sowhat similar... similar to... ditation?" Zhou Xuan said.
"You could think of it that way." The engineer nodded in agreent.
With this guidance, Zhou Xuan continued with his eyes tightly shut, focusing his mind firmly within his brain, not thinking of releasing this power, just simply ditating on the image of Miss Qiang—
—that adorable akimbo stance, dazed expression, jumping like a child in the Black Water.
When this ditation entered a more intricate state, Miss Qiang, who stood watching Zhou Xuan, shivered unknowingly.
The shiver was subtle but she noticed it—citizens of the Blood Flesh Divine Dynasty have a strong ability to discern whether they’re being controlled by spiritual power.
She imdiately cheered, jumping barefoot in the Black Water, "Ah Xuan, you’ve mastered it so quickly! Your spiritual power resonates with mine."
While she was rejoicing at Zhou Xuan’s progress, her body was involuntarily turned, back facing Zhou Xuan...
...
Whoosh! Splash!
The wind whizzed by, and the gentle waves of Black Water softly slapped around. In the depths of Zhou Xuan’s heart, the image of Miss Qiang he conjured seed to have gained self-awareness and lightly leapt.
Seeing Miss Qiang joyous like a child, Zhou Xuan also felt a mischievous urge, saying, "Miss Qiang, please turn around."
The Miss Qiang in his heart indeed turned around.
"Huh, has Miss Qiang beco my figurine?"
With a curious "huh," Zhou Xuan continued issuing commands, "Miss Qiang, shout ten tis loudly—Ah Xuan, you’re the best."
"Ah Xuan, you’re the best!"
"Ah Xuan, you’re the most..."
"Ah Xuan..."
One call followed another, resounding in the Secret Realm and deep within Zhou Xuan’s heart, shouted by Miss Qiang, stunning the engineer whose mouth dropped into an "O" shape.
Light rain began to fall over the Black Water, all because Zhou Xuan commanded in his heart, "The weather is too dry, let there be so drizzle."
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