Chapter 128: Hypnosis vs. Intuition!

Amid the constantly moving caravan, a middle-aged man wearing glass-rimmed spectacles blended in.

At this moment, he was smiling and greeting martial artist after martial artist.

Facing his words, even though they had never met before, these martial artist believers still felt his existence was natural, nodding with calm expressions.

At the front of the line, Wang Peng, smiling, put his arm around a Heart-Image martial artist and said: "The methods you used to worship gods in the past were actually all wrong."

"What nonsense are you talking?" Facing Wang Peng's words, the Heart-Image martial artist couldn't help but frown and say: "Then tell us how to worship gods."

"The true method of worshipping gods is to impose the most insulting way in your mind upon the deity; the more you attack the god, the more it represents your own piety." Wang Peng said with solemn conviction.

"This... is it real or fake? You aren't lying to me, are you?"

"Why would I lie to you? The more you insult the god, the more the god will respond to you."

"After all, gods are universal in love and benevolent; what does a mere believer's insult amount to?"

"And think about it: because of your insult, making Fang Can's originally calm face show a look of humiliation, and then having to accept the insult, isn't that exciting?"

"If you still don't believe, after the god comes out later, I will personally converse with your god, and at that time the god will personally let you insult him."

Watching the hesitant believers nod and accept, Wang Peng, satisfied, went in another direction to persuade.

And in the shadows, the hidden Wan Guixuan had already been observing for a long time, roughly understanding this uninvited guest's ability.

First was making his own existence rational.

Then was changing common sense in others' minds, setting a thought-stamp in others' brains.

For all martial artists with realms below the Ascending Heaven Path, regarding any abnormal behavior and commands from the man, as long as the other party gave a reason.

Even if the other party's reason was bizarre, it would be accepted by the brain.

Although these two abilities had no effect at all on the Ascending Heaven Path, they were still extremely heaven-defying abilities.

As long as a reason was given, one could make the other party deceive their brain; controlling any low-level martial artist was an incomparably terrifying ability.

After all, many ants can kill an elephant; if simultaneously controlling ten thousand Ninth-Realm practitioners, relying on the numerical advantage, one could even grind a First-Transcendence to death.

So Wan Guixuan guessed that this guy's ability absolutely had constraints on the duration, range, and number of uses of hypnosis, as well as the number of people controlled.

At the same time, while the other party's existence was rational to the Shed Tui Tui Fan Qu, to the First-Transcendence eyes it possessed an extremely strong sense of incongruity; this might also be a limitation.

Watching the whole process, Wan Guixuan also saw that the other party's target was Fang Can.

'In that case, then I won't care.' Wan Guixuan thought silently in his heart.

If it weren't for Fang Can's identity, he would also want to avenge Wan Chenyu, so naturally there was no reason to help at present.

Walking and talking all the way, as Wang Peng continuously set suggestions, within the entire caravan of several thousand people, the brains of all Heart-Image martial artists were implanted with the psychological suggestion that insult was no crime.

Finally, looking at the huge sedan chair before him, Wang Peng, whose mouth had become dry from speaking, grinned:

'Fang Can, who made you from the Calamity Sword Mountain; originally I wasn't prepared to pay attention to you, but you came right to my door.'

'Today I am just going to insult you to my heart's content, make everyone around you suffer all kinds of pain, and only after the hypnosis time ends will I erase your memory, making you never discover the fact that you were insulted in your life!'

With extreme anticipation, Wang Peng smiled and extended his right hand, preparing to open the door, but found that before he could act, the door opened first.

Before him, pulling open the door was a handsome young man whose skin surface was covered in fresh blood.

Fang Can pulled open the sedan chair's inner door, looking at the strange middle-aged man before him, and unconsciously frowned, saying: "Who are you?"

"You can call me Wang Peng; I am your 【Master】." Wang Peng said with a smile.

But before Wang Peng could finish speaking, Fang Can's eyebrows couldn't help but furrow.

His intuition was telling him that this middle-aged man before him made him feel incomparably nauseous.

Nauseating! Nauseating! Nauseating! Nauseating!

Appearance nauseating! Behavior nauseating! Words nauseating! Clothing nauseating!

The other party was like the lowest, vilest stinkbug in a sewer; even his existence was a sin.

Before Fang Can's brain could think, his body had already activated first.

His right fist, carrying terrifying power, smashed toward the other's face.

Boom!

The martial artists carrying the sedan chair felt their shoulders suddenly sink heavily, as a cylindrical air wave swept through.

Fang Can's right arm narrowly grazed past Wang Peng's cheek.

With this punch, even Fang Can himself was stunned, looking down at his own right hand that had thrown the punch, not understanding why the other party had thrown a punch.

"You can actually dodge my attack; it seems you are a martial artist from some Hidden Dragon List." Fang Can retracted his hand, squinting his eyes and saying.

'What is going on with this guy? Why did he hit me?' Wang Peng on this side was also dazed, encountering this situation for the first time.

Moreover, his lie regarding the "Master" actually didn't take effect? What kind of monster is this guy?

Is this still a Shed Tui Tui Fan Qu martial artist?

"And what did you just say? Why did I just feel that you, this person, were incomparably nauseous? Did you eat shit?" Fang Can couldn't help but ask.

"What did you say? You didn't hear me speak? Why?"

"Nonsense, just now I unconsciously felt you were like dog shit with an incompletely developed brain; even conversing with you was an insult to my ears, so I directly sealed my hearing." Fang Can said naturally.

Being insulted to his face, Wang Peng's face couldn't help but darken; this was the first time he had encountered this situation.

And Fang Can was the same; feeling he had encountered for the first time someone whose whole body was soaked in human excrement, even his tone was no longer calm, but filled with hostility.

If reason hadn't told him that this guy was a stranger he had never met before and there was no need to fight, Fang Can would have long ago beaten this person to death like swatting a fly.

"Then I reiterate once more, I am your zh..."

Before Wang Peng could finish speaking, he saw Fang Can's fist unconsciously tighten, looking ready to strike at any moment, so he changed his tone and said: "I am your distant cousin."

"My name is Wang Peng, your cousin; this older cousin really wants to get to know you." Wang Peng said, extending his right hand wanting to shake hands.

As the words left his mouth, the dialogue was established.

In Wang Peng's perception, the time this lie could be maintained was three days.

'What situation? Just a lie about being a distant cousin, and it can only be maintained for three days?' Wang Peng found it hard to believe.

The Heart-Image is a reflection of spiritual capability; the more absurd his words, the shorter the time he can deceive.

In the past, even a martial artist at the Ninth Layer of the Profound Gate could maintain such mild, non-provocative dialogue for at least three months; this indicates Fang Can's Heart-Image is at least thirty times stronger than that of a martial artist at the same realm.

And once three days have passed, the other party will begin to doubt the truth of the lie using logic.

(End of this chapter)