"Your closest friend trusted you completely. Ask him out under the pretext of requesting those manuals of blade techniques, and nothing will go wrong."
"Thanks to my traceless manipulation, your background was spotless and could withstand scrutiny. Otherwise, if the aristocratic clan behind him found even the slightest flaw, you would die without a burial ground."
"Go, go meet him. Catch him completely off guard and take his head with one stroke..."
At first, the old farmer's voice seemed to drift in from beyond the heavens, illusory and elusive. But with every sentence, it gradually solidified. By the end, it was as if a head had grown from Fang Yuheng's shoulder, babbling endlessly beside his ear.
Fang Yuheng knew that the old farmer's Demon Thought was seizing his body. This was an irreversible process.
Ordinary martial artists had to reach the Grandmaster realm before they could meld their fist techniques into their thoughts, forming what were known as fist thoughts and fist intent.
But demon weapons took a shortcut, allowing them to condense a "Demon Thought" ahead of time. Though its power fell short of a Grandmaster's, it possessed all manner of wondrous uses.
The old farmer's contingency before his death had been to lie dormant inside Fang Yuheng with his Demon Thought, borrowing a corpse to return to life through the identity of a weapon slave.
Given time, once he restored the true body of the demon weapon Mad Demon Blade, he would surely rise again and settle the score with the Heart Demon Ring.
Under the Demon Thought's control, Fang Yuheng burned his Blood Qi and sprinted wildly. His cultivation rose level by level, swiftly reaching the threshold of breaking through the Strong Martial Chasm.
This was the old farmer's Demon Thought forcefully stimulating him, encouraging growth by