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Chapter 301 - 297: Trial [Seeking Subscription, Seeking Monthly Ticket]

Chapter 301: Chapter 297: Trial [Seeking Subscription, Seeking Monthly Ticket]

In a haze, Balofi opened her eyes.

The dark red room filled her vision; blood-red runes scattered across the entire hall. The Bone Altar, bathed in the bloody light, shone with a pale hue. An old face, smiling with a deep eerie grin, stared at her in such an environment.

A sudden shock caused Balofi’s prior memories to flood back. Her pupils contracted and she tried to jump up.

However, all the mana in her body had been completely sealed, and she merely managed to sit up abruptly.

"Senior Brother, I don’t understand your intentions. Have I offended you in any way?" Her expression changed rapidly as she spoke to Wang Zijia.

"Hehe!" Wang Zijia’s old face revealed a mocking smile that appeared somewhat demonic and enigmatic under the bloody light.

"You’ve been caught and brought back by the Patriarch, and you still harbor hope?"

Listening to these scornful words, Balofi’s expression changed rapidly, as she wanted to speak again.

"Snap!"

However, she saw Wang Zijia turn his hand and pull out a chair to sit in front of her. At the same time, her entire body went rigid. Pain coursed through her, a pain so profound it reached her bones and touched her soul, washing over her like a tidal wave.

"Hmm!"

With a muffled moan, she collapsed back onto the ground, gritting her teeth to endure.

"Heh, your will is quite formidable, worthy of a Devil’s elite!" Wang Zijia chuckled lightly, putting more effort into his words.

It was as if an invisible giant hand was trying to tear her transcendent powers from her body, much like trying to uproot a booming tree, one that was already inextricably rooted deep within her.

Not just that, another hand was crushing her will relentlessly. She was shattered and reassembled, then crushed again, like a lump of clay, being kneaded and manipulated, an extreme torment beyond the description of soul-extracting and body-refining.

The extreme training she had received, including direct training from the Ghost Spirit after she joined the sect, were far from this level when compared.

They were not even comparable!

"Ahh!!!"

Finally, not able to endure it for a quarter of an hour, she couldn’t hold it in any longer and started to scream.

This scream signified the collapse of the first line of defense in her mind.

Wang Zijia sat quietly in his chair, watching.

Ever since he acquired the demonic planting method, he understood that a person could endure physical torment, but could never endure the torment of the will and spirit.

The difference was merely how long one could endure it!

This understanding became clearer when he learned the forbidden technique of mind-control and memory modification. In the Immortal World, the only secret one can’t pry is from the dead, those completely deceased, reduced to ashes.

After all, memory and personal will could be modified, and distorted, how could any secret be safe?

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Balofi was indeed an elite of Devil’s Gate, with an extremely strong will from her training.

After almost half an hour, Balofi, soaked in her own sweat and filth, was completely crushed. Her pupils were slightly dilated, but she could not bring about the collapse of her soul, she lay resigned in her sweat, her whole body limp.

Her eyes were dull, her consciousness scattered, she was stupefied, a sign that her personal will and mental capacity had been obliterated.

"Name."

"Balofi."

"Position in the Dark Hall."

"Deputy Hall Master of the Ghost Spirit Dark Hall."

"······"

Without any resistance, she mechanically answered whatever Wang Zijia asked.

After a while, Wang Zijia gradually understood her origins, which were close to his speculations.

This person was an elite disciple sent by the Devil’s Gate. The Devil’s Gate had put a lot of effort into her. Her status was just like that of the Ghost Spirit, a pawn that the Bone Soul Sect used to infiltrate the core circle of the Wanyu Sect.

Previously, she was the Vice Hall Master of the Ghost Spirit Hall. In fact, there were many in the eight groups of the Ghost Spirit who had higher cultivation levels than her, but none of them had her status.

Everything was going well until a few months back when the Ghost Spirit suddenly died. Before he died, he destroyed everything in his Cave Mansion and through the Demon Soul Probe, left Balofi a complete list of the Ghost Spirit hall. This was the only list, he asked her to regroup the Ghost Spirit Dark Hall when things quieted down.

Shockingly, Balofi laid low for several months, being extremely cautious. Since they were always careful in their interactions, never meeting face to face, and every time Ghost Spirit found and taught her, he used untraceable Remnant Souls. Thus she was not implicated.

She planned to hide for two more years before restarting the Ghost Spirit Hall.

But after only a few months of hiding, the sect suddenly sent a message, asking her to be prepared, there might be colleagues contacting her soon, giving off the vibe that they were planning something big.

Having no choice, she ceased her hiding and started the reassembly of the Ghost Spirit Dark Hall. Just after contacting the second group, she followed the Ghost Spirit’s fate, and was successfully trapped.

"You really don’t know about the Bone Soul Sect’s actions?" Wang Zijia asked again.

"I really don’t know, superiors just told me to be ready and to coordinate when the time comes," Balofi replied mechanically.

Wang Zijia" frowned and asked a few more questions before he stopped questioning.

What on earth did the Bone Soul Sect want to do?

Could it be because of the number of Perfected who died last time, they couldn’t move on and planned to carry out a significant retaliatory action?

Didn’t Yan Qimeng say it would be just a minor skirmish at most?

Why did it feel somewhat ominous?

Forget it, let the high-level of the sect worry about such things.

The two sects had been fighting for hundreds of years, and they could not be ignorant of the slightest fluctuation.

If it really got to the point of full-scale warfare, the sect would probably know about it well in advance.

If he was the one to discover matters of such magnitude, the intelligence work of the Wanyu sect would really be too lacking!

Sitting in the sacrificial room, pondering for a long time, he still couldn’t come up with any answers.

Finally, he gave up on this pointless thinking. Considering these things was less important than dealing with the Ghost Spirit Dark Hall.

Looking at Balofi on the ground, like a mess, she had no visible injuries, but her will was somewhat dissipated due to the torture from Wang Zijia, she even lost her will to live.

Should she be killed?

Well, it was possible, but seemed a bit wasteful.

After all, she was a monk in the late stage of being a jew. It took a great deal of effort to cultivate her, and as a genius of the Water Spirit Lineage, it wasn’t easy to handle her.

If her identity was revealed and handed over to the Law Enforcement Team, it would easily result in a list, implicating Minxin and the others, and utterly nullifying his efforts of the past half a year.

Moreover, although she was a demon cultivator and had been educated by the Devil Gate and Ghost Spirit, she was currently relatively clean and wasn’t guilty of a hideous crime.

Why not... just use her as experimental material?

In his thoughts, Wang Zijia lifted his hand, summoned a book into his hand.

His previous attempts to modify memories, even his attempt to set up Feng Haonan as a time traveler, made Wang Zijia feel a bit constrained.

Now that he had a demon material, it was a good opportunity to try fully rewriting memories to see the extent of the impact on a person, and to see if a complete reshaping of a person’s thoughts and personal will could be achieved.

Seemed a bit inhumane, though?

Wait, the target was a disciple of the Devil Gate? An undercover spy?

Well, that was quite humane. After all, he hadn’t killed her, could it be considered to be pitying the jade?

Yes, Wang Zijia was indeed an official Dao Child of the Profound Sect Orthodox School. He was gentle and warm, modest and mild, and his whole being radiated righteousness!

...

Wang Zijia, who always did as he planned, raised his hand and summoned Balofi to the Bone Altar nearby. He used his mana to thoroughly clean her body. Meanwhile, the Five Ghosts appeared to guard against any accidents.

Seeing that they had returned to this terrifying place, the five ghosts were quite nervous. When they realized that there was something lying on the altar, they were slightly relieved.

Their mentality was a typical example of rather losing a friend than losing their own lives!

The Bone Altar was originally a part of the Five Ghosts Divine Power, created for the Five Ghosts. Now, when the Five Ghosts saw this thing, they felt a bit post-traumatic!

As Wang Zijia approached the Bone Altar, he suddenly stopped when he was about to start working.

Because he didn’t have a soul-searching technique currently, he only had a mental prohibition that could set up a cycle of reincarnation and modify the memories of the heart.

If he wanted to add a memory of a time traveler or a reincarnated person to the target, that would be easy. But when he wanted to modify the memories, he felt at a loss on how to start.

After pondering for a moment, he looked through his many techniques and finally stopped at a seemingly insignificant one.

Illusion Painting Technique: a painting technique which can depict the memories, thoughts, and even moods in the mind in detail.

Wang Zijia had added this method specifically to make his memory creation more complete.

He quickly took out some materials. As the fluctuations of mana occurred, a talisman paper was formed. Then Wang Zijia took out a talisman pen and began to make an Illusion Painting Rune.

With his current talisman-making skill, making a first-grade talisman was done as naturally as flowing water.

In no time, Wang Zijia had made several Illusion Painting Runes.

Wang Zijia handed the Illusion Painting Rune to Balofi, who was a bit stunned and foolish, and said, "Activate this talisman and depict your memories from these years."

Balofi didn’t resist at all. She took the talisman like a wooden puppet. The Technique Ling Guang was lightly formed, and as she recalled her past, phantasms flickered in front of her.

The book in Wang Zijia’s hand also flickered with strong spiritual light. A vague and incomplete memory illusion of a life was being drawn out.

During this process, Wang Zijia produced several more talismans.

Fifty years of memories, even though most of them were blurred and only some key points remembered, were still a large amount of data.

Even with the extreme speed of her thoughts, Balofi took more than an hour to remember most of the things. In this process, a bit of light emerged in her scattered pupils, but she still looked somewhat foolish.

After all said and done, she was unharmed. It was just that because she was tortured too ruthlessly, she suffered a bit of mental collapse.

It could be serious, or it could be not serious at all.

In her perception, it was a serious matter. But for others, if there was no injury, it wasn’t severe. As for her, whether she would still be her original self after her will was regained was not a concern for Wang Zijia. In fact, it was better if she wasn’t.

After recording her memory images, Wang Zijia came to the Chaotic Sea of Knowledge, where he had omnipotent abilities and it was more convenient for him to operate the illusions.