Chapter 3 The mentally ill are truly frightening
With their hands cuffed behind their backs and their necks adorned with humiliating collars, two slender chains extended from the back of their necks down to the iron rings shackled around their ankles. The excessively short chains forced the two women to kneel on their knees, their bodies must be arched backward; otherwise, the chains would pull, causing them to experience bouts of breathlessness. Their exquisite figures were outlined in vivid detail, igniting a fervent desire among the surrounding ruffians.
Her heart was filled with anger and endless heartbreak. If it were not for genuine love, she would not have the slightest doubt about Master Lin's character. How could she agree to take her shy and timid younger sister, who disliked going out, to the appointment? Who would have known that the moment she pushed open the door to Master Lin's house, she would see several men with menacing faces.
Three hundred years later, the first-floor hall of this building, enhanced by layers of time and space magic, has transformed into a vast square capable of accommodating one hundred thousand people. The floor is paved with white jade, and golden crystals serve as columns. The ceiling is adorned with a grand array of celestial constellations, exuding an unparalleled and extravagant atmosphere. The second floor is arranged similarly, but without chairs; instead, there are eighteen primitive divine statues guarding the entrance. The iron door has been replaced with one forged from eternal crystal iron, inscribed with the prohibitions of the Yellow Heaven and the Earth God, connecting to the azure sky above and the netherworld below, making it indestructible. Of course, when Mo Huang went on his travels, these eighteen primitive divine statues, whose power could rival that of nuclear weapons, had long been stored in the national treasury of Huaxia, leaving behind only some replica models.
The contradictory thoughts did not bring about any conflict; rather, they appeared strangely harmonious. This is precisely the effect of the third level of the combat technique "Silent Ridge," which is also the main reason it is said that only madmen and the mentally ill can cultivate it. For when one reaches the third level, a true split of personality will occur.
This somewhat peculiar layout immediately evoked memories for Mo Huang. Two hundred years later, after the Qinglang Gang was eradicated, this place was preserved intact, becoming a tourist destination of ambiguous significance. As time passed, the reasons for its preservation became inscrutable. In the past, Mo Huang had also visited this place during his leisure time.
In a hall of over a hundred square meters, a tall and robust man with a crew cut sits upright in a grand armchair against the wall. His face is fierce and cold. Behind the armchair is a large mural depicting a powerful blue wolf standing on a solitary cliff, howling at the moon. Below the cliff, hundreds of wolves gather, howling in unison, as if to honor the majestic presence of the blue wolf as their king.
Gently pushing open the door, he looked at the astonished gazes of those inside, and behind the mask, Mo Huang's face revealed a hint of a determined and fervent smile
Upon reaching the third level, the marvelous nature of this combat technique finally reveals itself. The practitioner will split off an auxiliary personality, which is devoid of any emotions and perpetually engages in extremely self-serving thoughts with a cold, unfeeling, and absolutely rational demeanor
In the corner, there were many objects that appeared to be weapons, such as iron claws, machetes, and steel pipes, which were almost piled up like a small mountain. Although in Mo Huang's eyes, these items seemed similar to noodles, after some thought, he still walked over, put down the machete in his hand, and picked up a gleaming machete.
A strong person must rely on themselves to seize everything
Although he was about to engage in a major battle that would determine the course of his life in the next moment, and could not afford to be distracted in the slightest, Mo Huang's mind at this moment recalled his best friend from three hundred years later, a chubby fellow weighing at least 200 pounds, who incessantly nagged in his ear about how mighty and formidable the Primordial Canglang was. It was as if he longed to be reborn three hundred years ago to join the Qinglang Gang, following the Primordial Canglang Duan Tianping, roaring and laughing proudly, conquering the world.
Although there are other marvelous aspects such as accelerated cultivation speed, the most significant point is that cultivators who have reached this level can declare themselves unafraid of any ambush or conspiracy. This is because any slight disturbance or factor concerning themselves cannot escape the scrutiny of their auxiliary personality, which operates twenty-four hours a day, year-round, constantly scanning the external world with mental power and thinking with absolute rationality, unclouded by any emotions. Any slight disturbance or factor concerning themselves cannot escape the scrutiny of their auxiliary personality, which operates twenty-four hours a day, year-round, constantly scanning the external world with mental power and thinking with absolute rationality, unclouded by any emotions.
Wolf Brother, I assure you that these two sisters are both innocent, very pure and clean. The elder sister has only held hands with me, and we haven't even kissed. As for the younger sister, she is even more shy, to the point that she feels bashful even when talking to men.
Mo Huang took a quiet breath, her eyes shifting unpredictably, at times filled with a tumult of emotions, and at other times cold and unfeeling, as if two distinct individuals coexisted within a single body
A faint whisper escaped, imbued with a fiery battle intent and a chilling sharpness, as I turned and walked towards the staircase leading to the second floor
Haha, Master Lin has a good idea
The three-story brick house, although it stands out like a crane among chickens in the Qinglang Gang's base, has a dilapidated yellow-gray exterior that is truly uncomplimentary.
I am sorry, my friend, you may need to find someone else to admire in the future
Upon ascending to the second floor, one enters a small hall of approximately ten square meters. The first thing that catches the eye is a large iron door, upon which rests a wooden plaque inscribed with the three large characters "Juyi Hall." Scattered outside the door are a few chairs.
The main door is wide open, and inside it is pitch dark, with no one present. Clearly, the members of the Qinglang Gang do not believe that a thief would come here.
One day later, an unprecedented great change is about to descend upon the Earth. In the forthcoming era, those who will dominate and laugh proudly are the names of these ancestral-level powerhouses, each shining brightly; they are the strongest voices of this age
The first level cultivates the true self-awareness, strengthening the spiritual power, which is not much different from most meditation techniques. The second level begins to become abnormal, and the vast majority of practitioners get stuck at this step. This level requires the continuous cultivation of chaotic thoughts, various bizarre ideas, which must then be eliminated one by one, transforming them into pure thought power for the true self-awareness to devour. Mo Huang was previously at this stage; if one practice step is flawed, one either goes mad or becomes foolish. However, even if practiced flawlessly, one's behavior and temperament can still exhibit various strange changes. This level requires the continuous cultivation of chaotic thoughts, various bizarre ideas, which must then be eliminated one by one, transforming them into pure thought power for the true self-awareness to devour. Mo Huang was previously at this stage; if one practice step is flawed, one either goes mad or becomes foolish. However, even if practiced flawlessly, one's behavior and temperament can still exhibit various strange changes.
Nevertheless, Mo Huang still harbored various feelings of envy and resentment towards those eighteen formidable war puppets, each standing twenty meters tall, for any single material that constituted these puppets was enough to buy his life a thousand times over. As time changed, when Mo Huang was reborn three hundred years ago and saw the rudimentary setup of the Qinglang Gang before it rose to prominence, he was momentarily struck by a sense of disorientation.
The man with a flat head had his clothes open, revealing a finely crafted chest. His gaze was cold, as if it contained a greenish flame, and it seemed to resonate perfectly with the howling blue wolf against the moon depicted behind him. Such spirit and vitality, who could it be if not Duan Tianping
Various cold-blooded and ruthless strategies for achieving success continuously surfaced in his mind, all conclusions derived from the thoughts of a subordinate personality. However, Mo Huang let out a slight sigh and completely denied them.
The mind seems to be divided into two halves, one half immersed in numerous memories from three hundred years ago, sometimes warm and sometimes nostalgic, while the other half is cold and unfeeling, quietly calculating the tactics and strategies for the upcoming battle
And now, I am about to seize the opportunity of one of the ancestral-level powerhouses, claiming the glory that belongs to his future, and writing my own legend upon the corpse of the resounding and epic primordial wolf, as if reborn.
After a few light swings, Mo Huang nodded slightly. After all, it was a standard weapon, and compared to the heavy and dull-edged machete, this one was much better. Upon realizing this, Mo Huang felt a bit more fond of the noodle-like weapon in his hand
Just like earlier, although Mo Huang felt some indignation towards the plight of the two daughters of the Xue family, the subordinate personality immediately analyzed the various impacts that the two women would have on his plan to monopolize the opportunity to enter the wilderness ahead of time. It then disregarded factors such as the women's appearances and provided the same treatment suggestions as all the thugs outside, even proposing to wait a bit longer until the people inside had thoroughly exhausted the two women, taking advantage of their fatigue to break in and launch an attack. It disregarded factors such as the women's appearances and provided the same treatment suggestions as all the thugs outside, even proposing to wait a bit longer until the people inside had thoroughly exhausted the two women, taking advantage of their fatigue to break in and launch an attack.
I have arrived
Canglang of the Primordial Wilderness, I have arrived, let us battle, for only the strong shall prevail between us
The fluctuations of mental energy rippled gently, revealing in Mo Huang's heart a world of black and white so clear that even the flight of a mosquito could be discerned with meticulous detail. The triumphant expression of Young Master Lin, the cold disdain in Duan Tianping's eyes, the gradually rising despair in the two women's expressions, and the desire for violence emanating from the burly thugs were all so vividly clear
Not far from him, eight robust men, bare-chested and covered in tattoos, surrounded two disheveled women, leering with lewd smiles and incessantly hurling vulgar remarks. A young man dressed in designer clothes stood beside Duan Tianlang, constantly nodding and bowing, displaying a servile and obsequious demeanor. Such behavior, combined with the swollen marks on his face that appeared as if they had been slapped, made him, who was originally somewhat handsome, seem utterly sleazy.
Having no time to feel the pain of her humiliating posture, Xue Xue's bright eyes brimmed with anger as she fixed her gaze on Young Master Lin. She never expected that the gentle and cultured Young Master, who had surrounded her with kindness for the past three years, would reveal such a beastly true nature, actually selling her and her sister to the gang in order to repay a debt.
The mental energy surged like the ocean, wave after wave, causing the air surrounding Mo Huang to tremble irregularly. Mo Huang closed his eyes; although the door was tightly shut, the tendrils of his mental energy passed through the door as if it were nonexistent, reflecting everything inside into his heart
Immersed in an unprecedentedly clear mental scan, Mo Huang's mind remained divided in two. One half was filled with indignation towards Duan Tianping and the shameless actions of Young Master Lin, along with pity for the two women. The other half coldly and ruthlessly assessed whether the two women would become obstacles to the plan, and if so, how to eliminate them.
If looks could kill, Master Lin would have long been executed by a thousand cuts. Xue Xue slightly turned her head, looking at her sister Xue Qi, who was almost stunned, her beautiful eyes vacant and her complexion pale. Then she glanced at the lewd men surrounding them, incessantly spewing foul language, and despairing tears gradually filled Xue Xue's beautiful eyes.
If I succeed, there will no longer be the existence of the Qinglang Gang in future generations
In the third layer of "Silent Ridge"—the division of the soul, at the moment when Zai Mo Huang needed power the most, he quietly and silently broke through, sensing the changes of the world and the unpredictability of fate
The reasons for rejecting the suggestion are largely due to Mo Huang's intense fighting spirit burning within at this moment. Before coming here, Mo Huang had contemplated multiple times in pursuit of a higher success rate. However, when he was just one door away from the legendary Honghuang Canglang clan, which would soon laugh at the world for two hundred years after midnight, his inner fervent fighting spirit suddenly ignited uncontrollably.
In this sacred moment, Mo Huang could not tolerate himself acting like a thief, cautiously stealing a future that did not belong to him by foreseeing what was to come
Hey, if it weren't for the old man at home keeping a tight watch, I would have long since drugged those sisters and had a double date with them. How could they dare to act so high and mighty? Now that the old man is dead and the company is on the verge of collapse, if I run out of money, my life will truly be over. I have no mood to play love games with these two young ladies from the Xue family. I can only turn to you, Brother Wolf. The methods your Qinglang Gang uses to train women into slaves are truly exceptional. If we could train these two girls to be at our disposal, with the assets of the Xue family, I could repay you the money I owe, right?
Mo Huang entered quietly, his footsteps barely making a sound. The time was around 9:30 PM, and the bright moonlight gently illuminated the surroundings. Inside the dimly lit first floor, the arena was situated in the center, surrounded by sandbags and a multitude of fitness equipment scattered haphazardly, which posed quite a challenge for Mo Huang's infiltration. With a small jump, he leaped over a wooden dummy lying horizontally on the ground. With his keen eyesight at that moment, he could still discern the chaotic knife marks on the wooden dummy's surface. He curled his lips slightly, revealing a hint of disdainful amusement.
Mo Huang does not reject these cold-blooded methods, as they are conclusions derived from another aspect of his personality. Although the personalities differ, they still belong to the self. If he cannot see this clearly, he would have perished long ago during the cultivation of the second layer.
The target location is easily recognizable; the first and third floors of the building are shrouded in darkness, with only the windows on the second floor flickering with light
Mo Huang was no exception. Before his rebirth, he was in school, but was scornfully referred to as a madman, an existence that everyone avoided. If it were not for the constant encouragement and support from his two close friends, Mo Huang would have likely perished in the second layer of this combat technique.
Haha, I naturally believe in Young Master Lin's assurance, after all, you are that sister's boyfriend! However, Young Master Lin, haven't you been in a relationship with her for more than three years? Why is it just holding hands? This doesn't seem to be your true character, Young Master Lin, haha