"Think about it, let alone a child, even if a master craftsman were to replicate your hidden weapon according to the blueprints, it wouldn't be possible to succeed in a year or two."
He also has the ability to identify medicinal herbs; he can easily recognize herbs that even those with high titles can't identify. You don't really think that good-for-nothing taught him that, do you?
Zhou Xingdou's words were the truth, not a lie. With his persuasive skills, it might not be persuasion anymore, but genuine advice.
At this moment, not only Tang Ritian, but even the Eastern Pope who was silently watching Zhou Xingdou's performance felt that this statement was not without reason.
Because of Zhou Xingdou's words, Tang Ritian thought of a memory that he had buried deep in his heart and was about to forget.
His son had already died before he even reached that small mountain village…
How could an infant child, who had followed him through countless battles and hidden from the world, possibly emerge unscathed?
By the time he discovered it, the real Tang Gou San had already stopped breathing, and his infant body was stiff.
This caused Tang Ritian, who had just lost his wife, to break down completely, and he cried for a whole day and night while holding his child.
But miraculously, a day and a night later, her dead child came back to life, only with cloudy eyes that were no longer clear.
At the time, Tang Ritian dared not think too much, only believing that it was God's mercy on him. However, after experiencing the double blow of losing his wife and son, he had already broken down mentally.
Even after his son was resurrected, he never recovered and spent his days drinking to bury the past.
But because of Stephen Chow's instigation, this memory that he had forgotten surged into his mind, instantly making him understand something, and huge tears slid down from his tiger eyes.
Seeing this, Stephen Chow immediately added insult to injury:
"It seems you actually know very well that your son has been dead for a long time."
Then Zhou Xingdou said to the Eastern Pope:
"Tang Gou San was right after all. He was indeed possessed by a soul from another region and was not from the Martial Soul Continent. It seems that this person can be used."
The Eastern Pope didn't know why Zhou Xingdou cared so much about Tang Ritian, this ant, but he nodded in agreement.
Tang Ritian's mind had already been invaded by Zhou Xingdou's bewitching skills, and Zhou Xingdou's words at this moment made him no longer doubt, after all, he already knew that it was not his son.
But the Silver Grass King seemed unwilling to believe it, its thick blades constantly tugging at Tang Ritian, as if asking him if what Zhou Xingdou said was true.
Of course, it also found its answer in Tang Ritian's silence.
At this moment, Stephen Chow also revealed his purpose:
“Actually, I can give you a chance. We also have doubts about Tang Gou San’s identity. I can let you go and confront Tang Gou San.”
These words brought a glint of light to Tang Ritian's dim eyes. If he could, he would naturally want to ask Gou San face to face, but he felt that the people of the Martial Hall would be so kind.
The Eastern Pope also thoughtfully added from the side:
“His words are equivalent to mine. My Martial Hall would not lie to a level 70+ piece of trash like you.”
Despite being called a piece of trash, Tang Ritian was not angry. Instead, he calmed down because what the Eastern Pope said was true; he was indeed a piece of trash now.
Next, Stephen Chow used his persuasive skills to brainwash Tang Ritian, whose mind was in turmoil, making him believe that it was the guy who possessed his son who betrayed him.
He also added some hints that he couldn't give Alan happiness, which made Tang Ritian dizzy and almost completely become Zhou Xingdou's toy.
"If you truly love her, you should want her to be happier. She's suffered too much because of you, hasn't she?"
At this moment, Zhou Xingdou had already come to Tang Ritian's side and gently stroked the leaves of the Silver Grass King, but Tang Ritian did not resist. Instead, he looked ashamed.
"You couldn't even protect her child, so what right do you have to love her? Go and kill that demon that possessed your child!"
After saying all that, Zhou Xingdou was a little tired of playing. He couldn't wait to see Tang Ritian fight Tang Gou San. That scene would definitely be very interesting.
Tang Ritian's face was also contorted with rage, and he was kneeling on one leg in front of Zhou Xingdou, who was playing with the grass:
"Thank you for telling me all this, and thank you for taking care of Ah Lan in the future. After I kill the demon that possessed my son, I will take my own life. I entrust Ah Lan to you, sir."
With that, Tang Ritian kowtowed several times to Zhou Xingdou, glanced at the Silver Grass Queen with deep affection, and then, not daring to linger any longer, leaped away from the place.
The Eastern Pope watched all this with a complex expression, a sense of fear rising in his heart at Zhou Xingdou's methods.
That was once the youngest title holder on the Martial Soul Continent, yet he was easily manipulated by Zhou Xingdou's few words and was forced to kill his own son.
This method is far more terrifying than Zhou Xingdou's overwhelming power.
However, Zhou Xingdou was extremely dissatisfied with this. The initial stage of bewitching was still too difficult to use, and it took him so much effort to brainwash Tang Ritian into giving up A Lan.
If it were in the primordial era, for a trash like Tang Ritian, he would only need to plant a Myriad Transformation Slave Seal to make him obedient.
However, Zhou Xingdou felt a little better as he played with the smooth grass leaves. After all, he had finally obtained the Silver Grass King that he had been looking for day and night, and it was not stolen, but entrusted to him by Tang Ritian.
Silver Grass Queen's intelligence is very weak now. Even Tang Ritian was brainwashed by Zhou Xingdou, let alone her tiny bit of intelligence.
She also regarded Zhou Xingdou as the person she would entrust to in the future. The grass rubbed against Zhou Xingdou's body affectionately, as if trying to please him.
For Zhou Xingdou, reviving the Silver Grass Emperor was not a difficult task. After all, even Tang Gou San, who had not yet become a god, could do it, let alone Zhou Xingdou, who was a being beyond godhood.
Zhou Xingdou was already impatient at this moment. His hands, which were playing with the grass leaves, were surging with spiritual power, directly catalyzing the Silver Grass King who was starting from scratch.
Spiritual power is an ordinary force in the Primordial Realm, but for this turbid and weak world, it is almost equivalent to creation, approaching omnipotence.
Nourished by spiritual energy, this already enormous Silver Blue Grass was expanding rapidly, each breath equivalent to at least a thousand years of growth.
At this moment, a burst of mist erupted from the heart of the Silver Blue Grass, and the huge blades of grass became as clear as glass, with the golden patterns on them shimmering with dazzling light.
This silver-blue grass was originally a 100,000-year-old demon that had degenerated. Transforming into human form was already a piece of cake for it. However, she was unaware that the spiritual power she was frantically absorbing contained Zhou Xingdou's mark.
With Zhou Xingdou's spiritual power growth, it is natural that it will be imprinted by Zhou Xingdou, and the Eastern Pope is an excellent example.
After being empowered by Zhou Xingdou's spiritual energy, the Eastern Pope had unknowingly become completely obedient to Zhou Xingdou, not because of the influence of the Myriad Realms Beauty Record, but because of his body's subconscious reaction.
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