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Nezha made his way to the library, seeking ancient texts about the Demon Orb. The school's Mythology Research Room housed a wealth of related literature, and he hoped to uncover some clues.
After hours of searching, Nezha stumbled upon some scattered information. Just as Shen Gongbao had said, the Demon Orb was indeed a crystallization of ancient divine power, possessing the ability to alter the laws of nature. However, contrary to Shen Gongbao's description, the ancient texts indicated that the Demon Orb was not sealed but had actively chosen to reincarnate as a pill in search of a successor capable of wielding its power correctly.
"Successor..." Nezha murmured to himself. "Does this mean that the Demon Sphere Power within me is a gift rather than a curse?"
At that moment, he noticed a particularly striking book on the top shelf. Its cover was a vivid red adorned with flame patterns. It seemed deliberately placed high up, as if to avoid attention.
Nezha fetched a ladder and carefully retrieved the book. The title was simple—"Mo Wan Zhen Jie"—but the author’s name was conspicuously blank.
Upon opening its pages, Nezha was immediately taken aback by its contents. The book detailed the origins, characteristics, and history of the Demon Orb and its various holders. More importantly, it mentioned a crucial piece of information: while the Demon Sphere Power was powerful, it could easily be manipulated by external forces. If someone mastered specific incantations, they could guide the Demon Sphere Power through its holder for particular purposes.
"Is this Shen Gongbao's true intention?" Nezha's heart sank. "He doesn't want to help me control my power; he wants to use me to control the Demon Sphere Power!"
As he continued reading, Nezha discovered mention of a substance called the "Fire Spirit Pill." Consuming it would indeed enhance one’s control over fire elements but would also make one's mind susceptible to external influences, potentially leading to manipulation.
This revelation hit Nezha like a bucket of cold water. The pill Shen Gongbao had given him was likely this "Fire Spirit Pill"! He wasn't trying to help Nezha; he aimed to control him!
Closing the book, Nezha's doubts solidified into certainty. Shen Gongbao had ulterior motives, and he had nearly become a pawn in his game.
As he exited the library, the sun hung low in the sky. Nezha decided to seek out Aunt Taiyi to inform her about Shen Gongbao. However, just as he stepped outside, he spotted a familiar figure standing not far away—Shen Gongbao, smiling at him.
"It seems you've found some interesting reading," Shen Gongbao remarked, gesturing toward Mo Wan Zhen Jie in Nezha's hands. "Truly commendable for such a diligent student."
Nezha took a cautious step back. "Were you following me?"
"Just passing by," Shen Gongbao replied nonchalantly. "So, have you given it some thought? Are you ready to accept my assistance?"
Nezha tightened his grip on the book and decided to probe Shen Gongbao further. "I have some questions. This book mentions that the Demon Sphere Power can be manipulated by external forces—is that true?"
Shen Gongbao's expression shifted subtly before returning to calmness. "The records in ancient texts are not always reliable. The Demon Sphere Power will only recognize its true master; outsiders cannot interfere. However..." He paused, his tone becoming more sincere. "I understand your concerns. If you're uneasy, you need not take the Fire Spirit Pill right away; we can begin training in other ways."
This concession surprised Nezha. If Shen Gongbao truly intended to control him, why would he so readily abandon the Fire Spirit Pill? Was he overthinking things or did Shen Gongbao have another plan?
"Alright," Nezha feigned compliance. "I'll meet you under the Old Willow Tree tonight but won’t take the Fire Spirit Pill."
Shen Gongbao nodded approvingly. "A wise decision. Remember, ten o'clock—don’t be late."
With that, Shen Gongbao turned and walked away, quickly disappearing into the shaded paths of the campus.
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