Wang Qi's request did not leave Xu Xueqing looking pleased.
Naturally, she could understand Wang Qi's explanation. When it came to "popular science," Wang Qi was first-rate.
But understanding did not mean she could accept it.
Indeed, what Wang Qi was doing was equivalent to using a "poisonless dagger" to simulate an "assassination." But "poisonless" did not mean that the person stabbed by the "dagger" would feel comfortable.
In truth, even being stabbed by a "poisonless dagger" carried a certain degree of danger—especially after learning of something as terrifying as the God Plague Curse.
Still, Wang Qi had been candid. The God Plague Curse was an Immortal Alliance secret; before he revealed it himself, Xu Xueqing could never have known about it. He could have deceived her completely and let her try it of her own accord.
For that reason alone, Xu Xueqing had not yet fallen out with Wang Qi.
With a dark expression, she pressed, "Didn't you use the God Plague Curse on me before to make me hallucinate? Why not keep using it?"
"That is fundamentally different from interfering with perception and the like." Wang Qi shook his head. "Since my ultimate goal is to take down the Holy Emperor, I do not intend to use instantly lethal God Plague Curses on others. Rather, I want to use the God Plague Curse to turn the other party into my strength."
The God Plague Curse came in many varieties as well.
The simplest kind was, in fact, one that "directly destroyed another person's mind."
This sort of God Plague Curse only required a self-replicating instruction set. It would keep copying itself, endlessly crowding out the victim's "thinking resources," until it occupied all their spiritual power, soul, and even brain. In that way, the other party's "self-awareness" would be