Old Kui sighed. "I never expected his Dao Heart Planting Demon to reach such a level..."
Mr. Zhuang remained silent.
Old Kui said, "You're in deep trouble."
Mr. Zhuang said, "Too many debts, no worries; too many lice, no itch. It doesn't matter."
Old Kui snorted, then frowned curiously. "What exactly did he do?"
"How would I know?"
"He's your Senior Martial Brother. How could you not know?"
"I've never cultivated Dao Heart Planting Demon..."
After thinking for a moment, Old Kui said, "Tell me the principles behind Dao Heart Planting Demon, and I'll grant you one request."
Mr. Zhuang was startled. "Really?"
Old Kui looked at him blandly. "Didn't you say you didn't know?"
Mr. Zhuang said, "I can find out."
"My word naturally counts," Old Kui said.
Mr. Zhuang considered briefly, his gaze darkening slightly as he explained:
"Dao Heart Planting Demon is a demonic art that employs Divine Consciousness."
"This art can split apart one's own Divine Thought, nurture it into a Demon Seed, and plant it in another person's Sea of Consciousness. It destroys their Dao Heart, causing them to fall into the demonic path—or their Dao Heart may collapse, turning them into Walking Corpses and Walking Meat to be toyed with at will..."
Old Kui frowned. "It doesn't sound difficult."
"Anything involving Divine Consciousness sounds easy but is extraordinarily difficult in practice. Otherwise, Dao Heart Planting Demon would not be one of the Ten Forbidden Demonic Arts," Mr. Zhuang said.
"Then what was going on with Feng Xi? What did Ghost Daoist do?"
Mr. Zhuang said blandly, "Isn't that simple? He first planted a demonic thought in someone and sent him to Black Mountain Stronghold to die. His corpse was fed to pigs, so that wisp of demonic thought naturally entered the pig demon's body."