“Xiao Xin, if someone named Kou comes looking for you, don’t be afraid, he’s one of us.”
The message was just that simple sentence.
And then there was nothing else.
Fang Xin flipped his phone over and over, looking at it several times.
He confirmed there was only that one new message.
Named Kou?
That surname was quite rare.
But Grandpa didn’t say who this Kou person was or what he did.
Could he also be from the Ninth Division?
However, the surname Kou, how did it feel like he had heard it somewhere before?
Fang Xin was about to lie down.
Suddenly.
Fang Xin seemed to remember something and shot up from the bed, startled.
He was even more emotionally out of control than when he received his grandfather’s new message just now.
He finally remembered where he had heard the surname Kou.
Previously, the first time Zhuge Heng took him to Ten Thousand Beasts Palace.
At that time, Zhuge Heng mentioned exchanging a piece of good news that would make Ten Thousand Beasts Palace too excited to sleep for Fang Xin awakening in Ten Thousand Beasts Palace.
That news mentioned Honghuang No. 1, mentioned the Qilin, and also mentioned that the old professor who developed Honghuang No. 1 had a living student who was extradited back from abroad by the Church, but due to internal power struggles within the Church, that student was taken by Eternal Night Army remnants in Dangyin Mountain.
The leader of the Eternal Night Army remnants who took that student.
His surname was Kou!
Fang Xin couldn’t help but mutter.
The Kou that Grandpa mentioned, couldn't he be the same Kou who Zhuge Heng said took the professor's student?
But with all the clues intertwined, it was hard not to be suspicious.
If this was true.
Then Grandpa was involved with the Eternal Night Army remnants.
The Sky Shield Bureau, where Fang Xin was, and the Eternal Night Army remnants were at a point of irreconcilable enmity.
Could it be that he would have to put on a show of filial piety and defiance with Grandpa then?
If it was true, how did Grandpa become one of the Eternal Night Army remnants?
Fang Xin gently tapped his temple with his phone.
He went over all the clues.
Grandpa left the Divine Court organization back then, and even injured many elders of the Divine Court organization. If he angrily held hands and hearts with the Eternal Night Army remnants, living a carefree life together, riding horses and sharing the prosperity of the world.
It wasn’t impossible.
All sorts of thoughts lingered in his mind.
Anyway, since his grandfather said he was one of them, there was no need to dwell on it. Currently, improving his own strength was the top priority.
Yang Haosi was unbelievably well-behaved, but a second-generation rich kid who had been spoiled since childhood, had been humiliated, and was given the nickname 'Clown Brother,' would definitely not tolerate it. He could only be well-behaved for a few days. The grudge he had with Fang Xin would absolutely not end there.
He put away his phone.
Fang Xin lay down again.
He put on his eye mask.
He fell back into darkness, concentrating on breaking through it.
In the next few days.
Sky Shield Academy became much calmer.
Everyone returned to their normal study life.
Fang Xin practiced the Taiyi Ascending Dragon Art every day without fail.
Afterward, he stayed in the training hall until 11:30 PM every day.
Hua Cheng was extremely strict with Fang Xin's training, always pushing him to overload.
Even though Fang Xin was bullied by the Church before, Sixth Master Hua was even angrier than Fang Xin, wishing he could transfer his cultivation to Fang Xin so Fang Xin could go on a rampage.
The fastest progress these days was in his Mental Talent.
At first, wearing the eye mask for Mental Talent training, after entering the dark space, Fang Xin needed half an hour to regain consciousness. Now, in less than three seconds, Fang Xin could detach from it.
His Divine Spring had also solidified, with faint crimson mental energy flowing out of the Divine Spring like spring water.
However, this was only the initial training with the eye mask, specifically for S-rank and below Mental Talents.
Sun Bijun told Fang Xin that this eye mask had two more settings, one for SS-rank Mental Talents and one for SSS-rank Mental Talents. Fang Xin could try it if he wanted, and if he passed, it would greatly enhance his mental power. Of course, Mental Talent was only Fang Xin’s secondary profession, so there was no need to be so strict.
Fang Xin lay on the bed and adjusted the difficulty to the intermediate level, for SS-rank Mental Talent training.
He wanted to see what kind of illusion an SS-rank Mental Talent would face.
He put on the eye mask.
What met his eyes was a room draped with pink gauze curtains. Fang Xin lay on a strange chair, unable to move, as if experiencing sleep paralysis. A beautiful woman, with light steps, approached Fang Xin. She was tall and gracefully proportioned, with fair skin and picturesque features. Dressed in light gauze, her enchanting figure was faintly visible. A few small flowers on the light gauze perfectly covered the crucial areas. As a seductive song emanated, the woman danced gracefully.
As she danced, she gradually approached Fang Xin, seeming to resist yet invite, shy yet eager. Her charm was innocent, not seductive. Her skirts fluttered, revealing glimpses of her form.
Fang Xin frowned.
They’re using this to test me, a young comrade who just turned eighteen?
Which young comrade could withstand such a test?
Isn’t this leading me to make mistakes?
You, something that defiles my pure soul… are truly beautiful!
No wonder the books say that dying beneath the peony is to be a romantic ghost.
As the woman got closer and closer.
Fang Xin couldn't help but blush.
It was hard not to have some reaction in this situation.
He didn't expect this illusion to be so dangerous!
The SS-rank Mental Talent trial was terrifying!
The woman's slender fingers traced Fang Xin's chest, slowly leaning down.
The realistic touch made it difficult to distinguish whether everything in front of him was real or fake.
They say lust is a knife to the head.
Indeed.
Which young person doesn’t dream of being wild in their youth?
But what was before him was even more real.
Fang Xin wanted to move, but found himself unable to, only able to lie there at her mercy.
His clothes were slowly lifted, and the woman's index and middle fingers walked across Fang Xin's chest, then gently drew circles.
Fang Xin wanted to shout, but his mouth was immediately covered by the woman's slender fingers. The woman leaned on Fang Xin's chest, her temples brushing against him, and she blew a warm, ticklish breath into Fang Xin's ear.
“Xin Ge, I want you!”
Want your grandpa!
My heart only holds the organization and the people!
This kind of test will never stump me!
Fang Xin concentrated.
But every time he just concentrated, the woman would have to play some trick on Fang Xin, making him lose his focus.
Fang Xin persevered, constantly reminding himself that these were all illusions, and even if they were real, they were just beautiful skeletons. Lust was a bone-scraping knife, and his strong physique was not meant to be wasted on this. His physique was meant to build a beautiful Dragon Nation!
Bold demoness, how dare you disrupt my cultivation!
Fang Xin remembered some old videos he had seen from centuries ago.
There was a spell in the video, and whether it worked or not, he would recite it.
Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon! Great Luo Dharma Spell! Prajna Buddhas! Prajna Ba Ma Hum!
His mental energy condensed and dispersed, then dispersed and condensed again.
After a full two and a half hours.
Fang Xin opened his eyes, tore off the eye mask, gasping for breath, feeling like his whole body was falling apart.
He was drenched in sweat, and a human-shaped imprint was soaked into the bedsheet.
He felt completely drained.
As if he had gone through several major battles.
He lay on the bed, resting for a long time.
Fang Xin rubbed his heavy head.
The SS-rank Mental Talent trial was indeed terrifying.
If the SS-rank Mental Talent trial was this difficult, he couldn't imagine how hard the SSS-rank would be.
Fang Xin checked his Divine Spring, wanting to see if there had been any progress.
But after checking, Fang Xin froze.
He thought his eyes had gone blurry from being drained in the land of tenderness.
He quickly widened his eyes and looked again.