Flesh Tantra

Hearing the words "Nuo Ring Hour," Manhunter felt a surge of reverence. When Man in the Flesh personally confirmed that the ritual was about to succeed, his nose even stung with emotion.

The Mind Fasting Sect had rallied people and recruited so many followers willing to die for it. Beyond the desperate expedient of Yin Longevity Pills, the real key was its promise of "eternal happiness."

Manhunter had chosen to join the Mind Fasting Sect partly for practical gain. But he had also joined because he genuinely believed in Man in the Flesh's goal and her plan to achieve it.

Before joining the Mind Fasting Sect, Manhunter had been an official of the Prefectural Office. He was no fool. He believed because he had more information than anyone else.

In the past, he had overseen the investigation into Man in the Flesh. Over the long course of that investigation, he had formed some suspicions about her true identity.

What existed "within the flesh"? The answer was simple: the soul.

Manhunter believed the graceful human form Man in the Flesh usually displayed was merely an illusion. Her true form had to be an exceedingly unusual ghost, one that might not exist objectively at all, but only in people's minds.

If his guess was right, what difference was there between dreams and reality to someone who existed only in human consciousness?

After all, if dreams were reality, the possibility that she was using the Nuo Ring Hour ritual for some other scheme was vanishingly small.

"What are you thinking about?" Man in the Flesh's voice suddenly interrupted his long train of thought.

Manhunter shook his head and bowed to her. "Just feeling a little emotional. After all these years, we're finally about to succeed—but the last stretch is always the hardest. Master,