Mu Yuyi could see it now—Qing Huan was forcing him to learn Yin-Yang arts!
If he did not learn them, it would be difficult for him to find out who had been secretly preventing them from meeting. And whoever was behind that obstruction clearly bore Mu Yuyi ill will. If he did not get to the bottom of it, he would never know peace.
Yet learning Yin-Yang arts would also mean stepping into someone else's scheme, and that made him deeply uncomfortable.
"If I refuse to learn Yin-Yang arts, you won't tell me no matter what, will you?" Mu Yuyi asked after pondering for a moment.
"I cannot tell you, but you can see for yourself. Even if you do not learn Yin-Yang arts, as long as you take control of this puppet body of mine, you will still be able to find out who is preventing you," Qing Huan said calmly.
"I understand." Mu Yuyi nodded.
Taking control of the puppet meant that Yin-Yang arts would be laid out before him. The ultimate goal was still to make him learn this bizarre art.
"Fine! If it is fate, then let me see what this fate has to say!"
As soon as Mu Yuyi finished speaking, the power of his Tenseigan erupted. A sky-blue sphere appeared in his palm, and he walked straight toward the girl puppet, Qing Huan. Under her indifferent gaze, he drove the sphere into her body.
The next instant, the puppet's memories came under Mu Yuyi's control. They contained vast amounts of knowledge concerning the Yin-Yang Sect's spells, as well as the sect's core foundation—the Yin-Yang Scripture! It recorded in detail how to observe constellations, read faces, determine directions, predict disasters and anomalies, draw talismans, chant incantations, cast illusions, and much more.
At the same time,