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Dongfang Ming was taken aback. What the hell was going on? Wasn't he just trying to go along with what was said? What had he done wrong?
He felt like crying but had no tears. What was this nonsense?
"Young Master Yang, what’s wrong with me?" Dongfang Ming asked weakly, like a dog wagging its tail in a plea for mercy.
Little did he know, the mention of "Young Master Yang" only fueled Dugu's anger further.
"I've moved past that. Call me Dugu," Dugu said, his voice growing colder and his killing intent more palpable.
He had wanted to come here himself; he was the instigator. Dongfang Ming's words, whether intentional or not, had pointed the finger at the one who started it all. Dongfang Ming truly believed he was mocking Wei Chen, but in reality, he was mocking Dugu!
Dugu was already feeling frustrated. He had insisted on coming down to see things for himself but ended up with nothing. He desperately needed to vent his anger, and Dongfang Ming had delivered himself right to him.
"Yes, yes, yes, Dugu Young Master, please calm down. I don’t know where I offended you; please forgive me!" Dongfang Ming trembled, nearly on the verge of kneeling.
It was hard to imagine that as a Peak Expert of the world, upon arriving at the Witch Clan's territory, he would grovel to someone who could almost be considered a "waste" from a prominent family.
Perhaps it was just his nature; some things couldn’t be changed. Dongfang Ming had long been accustomed to being a servant.
Dugu sneered and said, "Coming here for an adventure was my idea, Dongfang Ming. Do you have any objections?"
"No, no, no! I wouldn’t dare!" Dongfang Ming broke out in a cold sweat as he finally realized what he had done wrong. He had intended to flatter but ended up stepping on the wrong toes.
"Bastard! Let me tell you, stop pretending in front of me. I can't stand that kind of act. A real man knows when to act and when not to; your behavior is utterly contemptible. What can you do about it?" Dugu felt increasingly pleased; it wasn’t every day he found someone to vent his frustrations on, and he certainly wasn’t going to let this opportunity slip away.
He thought for a moment, then looked at Dongfang Ming with contempt and continued, "Someone like you isn't even worthy of licking my shoes, do you understand? Don't think you can curry favor with me; I despise you."
Dongfang Ming's face turned a mix of blue and red, looking extremely ugly.
No matter how skilled he was at flattering others and pretending to be humble, being so brutally insulted in front of everyone made it impossible for him to maintain his submissive demeanor.
Dongfang Ming lowered his head, his expression growing colder, with sparks of anger shooting from his eyes.
Dugu seemed oblivious to Dongfang Ming's fury as he walked up to him, sneering repeatedly. "You know what kind of person I despise the most?"
"Heh heh, it's someone like you! A sycophant, utterly clueless, like a dog that licks anyone it sees. Heh heh, we at Yang Residence don't need dogs like you."
Dugu was not foolish; his strong swordsmanship came from considerable experience in his previous life. By mentioning Yang Residence at this moment, he was sending a warning to Dongfang Ming: I have Yang Residence backing me up, and no matter how angry you are, you'll have to endure it!
Indeed, Dongfang Ming was furious to the extreme, his hands clenched into fists, the joints cracking with tension... but what could he do? Did he dare to lay a hand on the young master of Yang Residence? He couldn't just explode like Popeye on spinach and take out Wei Chen, Shaohou, and Dugu all at once. Even if he did that, would he have a good life afterward? The people in Mirror Lake Town had all seen him; there was no way he could escape.
He could only endure; he had to endure. Not enduring meant a dead end.
Dongfang Ming gritted his teeth tightly, his whole body trembling with rage. His face had turned the color of liver, and the flames in his eyes were almost lethal.
"Let me tell you one last thing: if you're looking for trouble, you're always welcome to come find me. I'm usually at Yang Residence; you should know that by now. Hahahaha!" Dugu laughed wildly while Wei Chen and Shaohou stared blankly at Dugu's performance, unable to comprehend if this Fellow had gone mad.
But then Wei Chen realized something—Dugu was covering his own back.
"He wants to provoke Dongfang Ming to find an excuse to strike first?" Wei Chen thought secretly, disapproving of Dugu's approach.
"Even someone as hypocritical as I am can't do something like this!"
"Dugu, that fellow is just venting his frustrations. Dongfang Ming is charging headlong into danger; he can't blame anyone else."
At that moment, Dongfang Ming could no longer endure it. He raised his head and shot a fierce glance at Dugu, clasping his fists and saying, "Green Mountains and Clear Waters Endure, Dugu Young Master, we shall meet again!"
After leaving that harsh remark, Dongfang Ming turned and walked towards the palace gates.
Dugu narrowed his eyes slightly, drawing his long sword with a swift motion. Wei Chen felt a blur before his eyes as hundreds of sword energies shot forth from Dugu's blade!
The speed was astonishing; not only did Wei Chen, who lacked knowledge of swords, fail to comprehend it, but even Shaohou could not discern Dugu's gestures and movements.
It was incredibly fast!
The sword energy arrived in an instant. Dongfang Ming sensed the danger too late. His strength was already inferior to Dugu's.
"I'll take one down with me!" In that split second when he realized he couldn't evade or match the attack, Dongfang Ming's body showed no reaction; he had no time to react. Yet, a formidable Steel Lance constructed from Mental Strength surged towards Dugu at the moment hundreds of sword energies pierced through his body!
Silent and deadly!
Wei Chen sensed the impending threat and was about to assist Dugu against the Mental Attack, but it was already too late!
"Ah!"
Dugu let out a wild scream, clutching his head as he collapsed to the ground, rolling in agony.
The Steel Lance pierced through his entire Sea of Consciousness, creating a gaping hole!
It was an absolutely fatal wound; anyone whose Sea of Consciousness was breached by a Mental Attack was doomed to die.
Yet Dugu did not die. He merely clutched his head and howled in agony, his consciousness somewhat hazy, with an unbearable sting in his Sea of Consciousness—that was all.
Wei Chen extended a thread of Mental Strength and discovered that Dugu's Sea of Consciousness had indeed been breached, leaving him both shocked and terrified.
"The Sea of Consciousness has been pierced... how is he still alive?"
What Wei Chen detected with his Mental Strength overturned his understanding.
"What’s the situation?" Shaohou asked, looking at the writhing Dugu on the ground with concern.
Wei Chen furrowed his brow and shook his head. "I'm not sure either. Dongfang Ming's final strike broke through Dugu's Sea of Consciousness."
"Wait... the Sea of Consciousness was breached? Doesn’t that mean he should be dead?" Shaohou felt utterly bewildered by Wei Chen's explanation.
Wei Chen forced a wry smile and nodded, then shook his head again. "Logically, he should be dead, but as you can see, Dugu is still alive—just in pain... it’s bizarre!"
At that moment, Wei Chen's Mental Strength that had intruded into Dugu's Sea of Consciousness suddenly "saw" the two large holes that had been created. They were slowly but steadily beginning to close!
"No wonder he was chosen by my father; such a miracle can occur. I really wonder what kind of defensive treasure my father gave to Dugu!"
All Wei Chen could do was smile wryly; he had gained new insight. Dugu's situation was almost akin to being dead yet somehow coming back to life...
Wei Chen withdrew that hint of Mental Strength and said to Shaohou, "I can't explain it, but the situation is that Dongfang Ming has breached Dugu's Sea of Consciousness. At this moment, Dugu's Sea of Consciousness is recovering, and this phenomenon, based on my knowledge, is inexplicable."
Shaohou remained silent, nothing but silence.
Two hours later, a drenched in sweat Dugu stood up. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked at Wei Chen, asking seriously, "What just happened?"
"Did you hear our conversation?" Wei Chen asked lightly.
Dugu nodded and replied, "I did, but I don't quite understand."
Wei Chen thought for a moment and explained, "The Sea of Consciousness is almost equivalent to the soul. Once breached, death is certain; this is basic knowledge within our understanding. However, you are different. Your Sea of Consciousness automatically recovers; it only took two hours. This means that, essentially, Mental Attacks have no lethality against you. You will only experience unbearable pain but won't die. However, while you are incapacitated by pain, your opponent can easily take you down."
"Perhaps you should try to undergo training against Mental Attacks. Repeated exposure to pain can enhance your resistance so that you won't lose combat ability during critical moments due to a Mental Attack. With the Witch Clan's physique combined with the Witch Clan Secret Technique, your physical training is extremely robust. With strong Mental Strength to resist attacks, relying on your swordsmanship, you could truly roam the vast lands of the Witch Clan."
Wei Chen suddenly had a thought: since Dugu's Sea of Consciousness wouldn't lead to death even when breached—only pain and some awareness—then repeatedly attacking his Sea of Consciousness could help him get used to such attacks. If he could forget the pain and continue fighting during those moments, he would become invincible.
Dugu pondered for a while and said, "Let's wait until we get out. I have almost no understanding of Mental Strength and Sea of Consciousness. In my world, strength is what matters; things like Mental Strength are just heretical paths."
Wei Chen had no response.
Dongfang Ming had turned into a pool of blood, pierced by hundreds of sword energies; it was akin to a slow execution.
Wei Chen deeply understood that Dongfang Ming's death was Dugu helping him eliminate future troubles. Fortunately, Dugu was unharmed. If according to reason Dugu had been killed by that Mental Strength Steel Lance, perhaps Wei Chen's guilt would have caused him to abandon his merciful ways altogether.
The three walked over to the pool of blood where Dongfang Ming lay and quietly observed for a while. Wei Chen shook his head helplessly and sighed, "The world is unpredictable; who would have thought that the first person we met at Right Holy Academy would die before even reaching the Right Sacred Academy Selection Conference? Especially since he contributed significantly to my improvement in Mental Strength cultivation methods..."
"Dugu," he said coldly, "you really should rein in your mercy! You need to understand that you almost got me killed."
Wei Chen understood what Dugu meant. He gave Dugu an apologetic smile and was about to step through the misty doorway.
At that moment, a thought reached Wei Chen's Sea of Consciousness: "Son, I bet if you leave now, you'll definitely regret it."
"Fire God?" Who else could it be if not the Fire God?
Wei Chen hurriedly asked, "Fire God, do you know what has happened during this time?"
"Are you referring to your relationship with the Demon God? Don't worry; I don't have such vast powers to know everything happening in your Sea of Consciousness. But the Demon God is with me. I never expected your bloodline to be so complicated."
Since the Fire God was aware, Wei Chen no longer cared about that issue. He asked inwardly, "Do you want me to stay here?"
"Exactly."
"What for? Did you discover some treasure? We've searched this place several times, and there's nothing here."
Upon hearing Wei Chen's words, the Fire God within his True God World sneered repeatedly.
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