The next moment, the crowd gathered together parted down the middle, leaving a passage wide enough for three people to walk abreast.
Meng Zhao's eyesight was exceptional. Though he stood some distance away, with quite a few pedestrians between them, he still caught sight of a woman in white with a veil over her face. Her aura was solemn and holy, as though a celestial maiden had descended to earth. Holding a Pure Vase, she was saying something to the believers kneeling and worshipping in every direction.
A group of martial monks, like shamen Vajras, surrounded the woman and guarded her tightly in their midst, keeping outsiders from approaching her.
Niu Dali's expression shifted as well. His gaze was clear as he looked at the woman being adored by the masses, then transmitted his voice, "Brother, this woman isn't simple. Not only does she practice martial arts, she's also an expert—especially in Mental Secret Techniques. Haven't you noticed? The closer people get to her, the greater the influence she has on them."
Meng Zhao nodded. When it came to cultivation of the mind and Mental Martial Arts, he too was an expert. He had naturally noticed at once that this woman from the Pudu Cult practiced a Mental Secret Technique. It could greatly lower others' guard, making them feel close to her, even worship her. Of course, this was not something she did deliberately, but more like a passive ability.
To put it more plainly, this woman possessed extraordinary charm—but it was not inborn. It had been cultivated.
Still, so long as one had a resolute mind and exceptional will, even without practicing martial arts, one could resist this mental interference.
But Meng Zhao looked over the people of Yunhua County. Most of them were like walking corpses. Having been