Soul Shaking Sound, Fallen Soul Finger, Hundred Pain Demonic Fist

This was naturally no ordinary speech, but a technique unique to the Wailing Heaven Sect: the Soul Shaking Demonic Sound.

The demonic sound entered her mind, sending ripples through Shi Yuwei's heart.

Shi Yuwei's mind was pure, and her inborn fighting spirit was wild as a storm. Ordinary mind-control had little effect on her. Back then, Chu Feiyan had boasted about controlling eight hundred people alone; every student had struggled bitterly, but Shi Yuwei alone had not taken it seriously. By all rights, her resistance to heart-bewildering martial arts should have been high.

But this time was different.

This time, the ripples in her heart did not quickly settle. Instead, they churned up waves of memory.

Lin Shuilian's repeated psychological suggestions beforehand, the image she had molded over a long period, even the clothes and adornments she wore today—all of it guided Shi Yuwei's mind toward a memory from long ago: the scene of her tearing off the arm of the older sister who had shown her the way.

At that moment, past and present seemed to overlap. Lin Shuilian before her seemed to become that older sister from the past, while Shi Yuwei herself seemed to turn back into that helpless little girl, worried and guilt-ridden.

Shi Yuwei's heart was pure, and her character was kind.

But the more so she was, the more guilty she felt.

Besides, speaking honestly, this ox-head Shi Yuwei truly was terrible at mind arts. Her resistance to thought-energy invasion was far too low.

Thus.

"Wh-what... what am I doing?" A crack suddenly appeared in Shi Yuwei's mind. She stared blankly at Lin Shuilian before her. "Am I... hurting a kind person again?"

And at that very moment, Lin Shuilian finally bared the dagger at the end of the map.

The opportunity she had