Chapter 76

"Th-this..." After hearing the old man's last wish, Su Jing frowned. The second wish, to be reanimated after death, could be accepted, but to kill three people to avenge him was unacceptable. However, Su Jing was unwilling to give up the opportunity to become a mentalist. After some thought, he said, "If... if I become strong enough to kill them, I will definitely help you, and I will ensure your remains are cremated properly."

Su Jing's words clearly showed a bit of cunning. The three people the old man wanted to kill were from the Devouring the Stars world, and Su Jing would never be able to kill them. Therefore, promising to kill them if he had the ability was equivalent to not making a promise at all. Although deceiving a dying person made him feel a bit guilty, since the old man could not take revenge anyway, letting him die in peace could be considered a kind lie.

"Good, I hope you will keep your promise." The old man's eyes brightened slightly, a hint of joy flashing through them.

"Sir, may I ask a question? As far as I know, not everyone who practices can become a mentalist. Mentalists are all exceptionally talented and awaken on their own. How can you help me?" Su Jing asked.

"I indeed cannot help you directly, but I can guide you. Do you know that mentalists are divided into three types? The first type can control objects from a distance to kill; the second type can infiltrate an enemy's mind to attack; the third type can tame beasts. I am most skilled in the second type," the old man said.

"Uh..." Su Jing was taken aback. What did this mean? How was being most skilled in the second type related to guiding him?

"Stupid boy, don't you understand? Only in extreme danger can a person's potential be unleashed. I will use mental illusions to attack you, placing you in a desperate situation. Although this method is rather forceful, if your mental potential is sufficient, there is a chance you will awaken," the old man continued.

"Isn't this very dangerous?" Su Jing frowned, though the old man's words made sense, it felt too forceful and dangerous.

"Don't worry, I will control the degree. At critical moments, I will soothe your mind. Mental power can attack, but it can also calm the spirit. It's about to begin." The old man's gaze suddenly sharpened.

"Wait." Before Su Jing could finish speaking, he suddenly felt a buzzing in his head. The scene before his eyes changed, and a huge, disgusting monster opened its mouth to bite down, a sharp arrow pierced his heart, and a sharp blade cut his throat...

Su Jing's eyes became vacant, his mind seemed to have gone elsewhere. His heart rate accelerated, his body felt hot and feverish, his face turned red as if about to bleed, and the veins on his forehead and arms bulged and pulsed. He looked extremely fierce.

With a thud, Su Jing fell straight down. The golden eagle immediately flew down from the roof, and the other cats and dogs quickly gathered around, growling at the old man. However, a single glance from the old man made all the animals tremble in fear.

"I hope this young man can survive. Otherwise, he might become a fool." The old man sighed slightly. He had not told Su Jing that this method was extremely dangerous. Generally, mentalists grow stronger as their bodies improve, and their latent mental power is gradually released. This sudden, intense stimulation might be too much for the body to handle. The old man chose this extreme method because he felt Su Jing was too weak. If he did not become a mentalist, he would never be able to take revenge for him.

The unconscious Su Jing was convulsing, and powerful, mysterious forces were surging from his mind, instantly integrating into every part of his body. Under the baptism of this mysterious force, Su Jing's bones, organs, blood, muscles, and skin were undergoing drastic changes, and each cell was also changing.

After an unknown amount of time, Su Jing finally opened his eyes.

"Very good, you made it through." The old man's face was even more haggard, like ashes, and his eyes were lifeless, but he smiled.

Su Jing quickly got up and examined himself, relieved to find himself unharmed. However, he was still shaken. He felt he had narrowly escaped death. If it weren't for the long-term consumption of magic beast meat and drinking tea made from the leaves of the Eternal World, his physical strength and mental state would not have been greatly improved, and he might not have survived. Additionally, when he was about to collapse in the illusion, he suddenly recalled the state of mind from the calligraphy in the Eternal World, which helped him regain a bit of consciousness.

After the shock, Su Jing felt a surge of joy. First, he felt his body was full of strength, and he noticed significant improvements in his vision, hearing, and sense of smell. When he focused on a brick on the ground, he immediately felt an invisible force enveloping it. This invisible force was imperceptible to the naked eye, but Su Jing could clearly feel it extending from his mind.

"Up." Su Jing controlled this invisible force, as if using an invisible hand to lift the brick. However, his face turned red with effort, and the brick did not budge.

"Too heavy?" Su Jing frowned, changing his target to a small piece of wood the size of a toothpick. The piece of wood immediately floated in the air, and Su Jing burst into laughter, "Ha ha, I really became a mentalist."

"..." The old man watched the floating toothpick-sized piece of wood, his smile becoming somewhat stiff. Although Su Jing had just awakened, being able to only mentally control a piece of wood the size of a toothpick was too weak. The old man was not entirely convinced and said, "Look at your mind."

"How do I do that?" Su Jing asked.

"Close your eyes, control your mind, and focus your consciousness in your head..." the old man said.

Su Jing followed the old man's instructions. After a while, there was a sudden boom, as if his entire soul trembled. Then he became aware of a wondrous place, boundless and surrounded by countless mists, with a stream of liquid.

"What do you see?" the old man asked.

"I see many mists and some liquid," Su Jing said.

"Did you see a dark gold sphere?" the old man continued to ask.

"No." Su Jing had also been looking for the sphere but was disappointed. The potential of mentalists is divided into levels. Some have liquid latent mental power, some have a mix of liquid and solid, and some have completely solid latent mental power, which is the highest level, like Luo Feng. Su Jing's, however, was the weakest type, and the liquid seemed to be very little.

"Never mind, never mind." The old man suddenly looked dejected, clearly realizing the hope of revenge was slim. He said, "There is a book in my backpack with my insights on controlling mental power. Take it and read it. Remember your promise..." The old man's breathing became labored as he spoke.

"Rest assured, I will keep my word." Su Jing said. The old man gave Su Jing one last look, slowly closed his eyes, and his breath ceased.

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