Chapter 382: Spiritual Power Attack Method

Chapter 382: Chapter 382: Spiritual Power Attack Method

’Spiritual Power can’t resonate?’

’Then why not create an opportunity for it to resonate? If I can make my Spiritual Power touch my opponent’s, I can use it to inflict heavy damage. Isn’t that a viable tactic?’

’Or, through this resonance, I could forcibly implant my own memories into someone else’s mind. I could also use it to search through their memories.’

Having figured this out, Chu Fan wanted to find someone to test it on right away.

But who would be his test subject? Chu Fan wasn’t someone who would slaughter the innocent, so he set his sights on the death row inmates held by the Hanmo Clan.

He went straight to Jisierk.

Jisierk didn’t understand what use Chu Fan could have for death row inmates. ’But he’s Huo Er, the White Wolf King’s Envoy,’ he reasoned. ’Even though I’m a new disciple of the White Wolf King, I’m just a Named Disciple. I’m definitely not as important in the White Wolf King’s eyes as an Envoy like Huo Er.’

Therefore, Jisierk would naturally not refuse a request from Huo Er.

He dressed quickly, ignoring the late hour, and personally led Chu Fan out of the main compound toward the prison.

"I didn’t hear any noise from your room just now. Isn’t Li Haiqin staying with you?" Chu Fan asked, a bit curious.

Jisierk replied, "I promised Li Haiqin that until she comes to love me, I would never force our relationship to the next level. I love her deeply, so of course, I would never make her do anything she doesn’t want to do."

Chu Fan nodded and patted Jisierk on the shoulder. "Good. Now that’s what I call a real man."

"I’ve always been a real man."

Ever since that night, Jisierk had stopped using his royal ’I’ in front of Chu Fan.

The Hanmo Clan’s prison for death row inmates was located on the north side of the city.

It was also built underground.

As soon as they entered, they could hear the distant sounds of miserable screams and pained groans rising from below.

"The ordinary people are in the wooden cages. The ones in the Refined Steel cages, who’ve had their clavicles pierced, are Cultivators," Jisierk explained.

It was impossible to tell how long these prisoners had been locked away, but the eyes of most were completely lifeless, like dead embers.

A few, however, still had gazes filled with boundless hostility.

The prison was filled with a nauseating stench—a mixture of blood, sweat, and the rotten, musty odor of decay—that was deeply unsettling.

Many of the prisoners bore fresh wounds, evidence of recent torture.

Deeper inside the prison, several soldiers were flogging a man with Iron Whips, his unending screams echoing through the halls.

As they passed cage after cage, many prisoners staggered to their feet, gripping the bars and pleading loudly. Some begged for a quick death, others for their release.

Some even just roared and hurled curses at Chu Fan and Jisierk.

"Lord Envoy, what do you need the death row inmates for?"

"To train," Chu Fan said.

Jisierk’s eyes widened in shock. ’Could he be practicing an Evil Technique?’

’He’s using live people for his training?’

Sensing Jisierk’s expression, Chu Fan smiled. "You’re overthinking it. I’m just using them for an experiment."

Chu Fan first picked out a Golden Core Realm Cultivator and pointed at him. "You, come here!"

"Who the hell are you? You tell me to come over, and I’m supposed to just obey?"

Chu Fan shook his head, then made a beckoning gesture with his hand, and the man was instantly pulled toward him.

Seeing this, some of the other prisoners jeered, some shouted provocations, and others cheered, reveling in the man’s misfortune.

Chu Fan’s gaze swept across the cells. "Silence!" he roared, his voice like thunder.

’A little test of my Spiritual Power’s suppressive ability.’ To his surprise, everyone instantly fell silent. Even the men being whipped in the back stopped screaming.

The soldiers administering the punishment also stared at Chu Fan, stunned.

Jisierk, too, was looking at him in utter astonishment.

Chu Fan gave a slight nod. ’Not bad for a first try.’ He had already noticed that there were even two Void Realm Martial Artists among the prisoners.

He turned his attention back to the Golden Core Realm prisoner in his grasp. The man’s eyes were now filled with terror.

"I’m just going to use you for a test," Chu Fan said. "Either you’ll go mad, or I’ll let you walk out of here. The choice depends on your cooperation. In a moment, you will answer whatever I ask."

Chu Fan began by using his Spiritual Power to transfer his memories of training on Yunmeng Mountain into the prisoner’s mind.

He then asked, "Think back. What new memories just appeared in your mind?"

The prisoner’s reply matched the memories Chu Fan had just transmitted to him perfectly.

’It worked!’ Chu Fan was overjoyed. ’It really worked, just as I thought.’

Next, he began to search the prisoner’s memories.

The prisoner let out a bloodcurdling scream. Chu Fan managed to extract a fragment of memory, but it was clear the man couldn’t withstand such immense Spiritual Power. His own spiritual foundation shattered instantly.

Letting go, Chu Fan muttered to himself, "Hmm, I used too much Spiritual Power. It exceeded his limit. I should have been more gradual."

The freed prisoner slumped to the ground, his eyes vacant. He had been reduced to an imbecile.

Chu Fan pointed to another Golden Core Realm Martial Artist. "You. Come here!"

"M-My lord, sp-spare me! I don’t want to become a drooling idiot! Please, spare me!" The man knelt and began frantically smashing his forehead against the ground.

Once again, Chu Fan beckoned with his hand. The man was pulled directly to him, and Chu Fan’s hand closed around his neck.

He began to probe the man’s memories again. This time, he increased his Spiritual Power slowly, and fragments of the man’s life appeared in his mind, one after another.

This prisoner didn’t scream, nor did he become an imbecile.

In the end, however, Chu Fan crushed his neck.

"A man like this doesn’t deserve to live!" Chu Fan spat through clenched teeth.

Chu Fan had seen the man’s past. The things he had done were both sickening and cruel.

Golden Core Realm was no longer a challenge. Chu Fan moved to a different cage: Nascent Soul Realm.

Including the one at the Void Realm, almost every Cultivator in the prison was subjected to Chu Fan’s experiments.

Over a dozen were turned into imbeciles. Six he killed on the spot. In the end, he did release a few prisoners. The ones he freed were either guilty of minor crimes, had been tortured into false confessions, or had been framed for crimes they didn’t commit.

As for those whose sins were heavy, even if they survived his experiments, he finished them off anyway.

After a full night of experiments, Chu Fan had perfected the technique of using Spiritual Power to both implant and search memories.

’With this ability,’ he thought, ’teaching disciples in the future will be much easier.’

However, Chu Fan didn’t leave just yet.

There was another application he hadn’t tested yet: intimidation through sheer presence. He wanted to see just how powerful his Spiritual Power’s suppressive force could be.

They went back up to the main level of the prison, where Chu Fan had Jisierk bring out the Cultivators one by one.

He tested them one by one, from the lowest cultivation level to the highest.

A Golden Core Realm Cultivator was killed instantly with a single glance from Chu Fan.

A Nascent Soul Realm Cultivator was also killed by a single glance.

A Divine Separation Realm Cultivator was killed by a single glance.

...This continued until the Void Realm expert was brought out. Chu Fan’s glance only managed to stun him for a moment. But in that unguarded instant, Chu Fan injected a powerful surge of Spiritual Power deep into his soul. The man screamed once and was reduced to a drooling fool.

Jisierk, who had witnessed the entire process, was utterly terrified by Chu Fan’s methods.

’Even without learning any formal Spiritual Power Martial Techniques,’ Chu Fan thought, ’these new abilities will grant me a huge boost in Combat Power.’

He was, of course, incredibly satisfied.

As they left the prison, the way Jisierk looked at Chu Fan had changed once again.

He had never seen anyone use methods like the ones Chu Fan had demonstrated in that prison.

Even though the Tier Three Void Realm Martial Artist had already been seriously injured, Chu Fan had reduced him to an imbecile with just a single glance and a roar.