Shen Qionglin already had a standard procedure for summoning the Fourth Spiritual Practitioner.
Step one: assemble the stone slab.
Step two: use Mental Shock to lightly attack the stone slab.
Step three: wait for the slab to tentatively spread its light outward, then say coldly, "The method you gave last time—the circuit—was obviously wrong."
Then, that furious white-haired old man would emerge from the white light and shout at Shen Qionglin:
"How could it be wrong?! Stop testing my patience! Even a genius like you is nothing more than... Oh! That demon!"
The Fourth Spiritual Practitioner turned to leave.
Wang Jixuan smiled. "Don't you want to talk? I'll be heading to Snow Mountain Base soon to capture the other Spiritual Practitioners. I should be able to set out in about half a month."
[The basics of deception: information that is half true and half false often earns the target's trust.]
Sure enough, the Fourth Spiritual Practitioner halted.
He frowned at Wang Jixuan, a trace of contemplation in his eyes, and asked cautiously:
"You're going to capture my companions, yet you expect me to help you? Don't you find that absurd? And where is Snow Mountain Base?"
"Keep pretending."
Wang Jixuan replied irritably, narrowing his eyes slightly.
"You let it slip before. Besides, Xing Tian, the one in charge of Snow Mountain Base, is already planning to hand that Spiritual Practitioner over to the Six Elders."
The Fourth Spiritual Practitioner fell silent.
Only then did he seem to remember that, during his previous exchanges with Wang Jixuan, he had suffered one setback after another.
His phantom gave an awkward laugh and said slowly, "That shouldn't be possible. The companion in the snow mountains shouldn't like those three over there."
"Oh?" Wang Jixuan slowly nodded. "So my guess was right after all...