Ambition

"How could they be purified?" Chu Honglin asked.

Chu Zhiyuan thought for a moment. "My cultivation is too weak right now. I can't purify too many people at once, so I can only do them one by one."

"And how do you do them one by one?" Chu Honglin asked.

"Through touch," Chu Zhiyuan said. "Touching their heads is best. It takes less effort."

"Let's go," Chu Honglin said.

The group returned to the main hall.

More than a dozen Feiyun Sect experts had their acupoints sealed. They could only glare furiously, their eyes fixed on Chu Honglin as he entered the hall.

Chu Honglin could not be bothered with them and looked at Chu Zhiyuan.

Chu Zhiyuan walked toward the crowd and reached out to touch the top of a middle-aged man's head.

The middle-aged man's face was full of indignation and grievance. His bloodshot eyes looked as though they wanted to devour Chu Honglin alive.

When Chu Zhiyuan approached, the man did not even look at him. He continued staring fixedly at Chu Honglin.

But when Chu Zhiyuan touched the top of his head, the fury blazing in his eyes swiftly changed.

The rage in his gaze quickly subsided, as did his former resentment and grievance.

The aura in Chu Zhiyuan's hand instantly brought him back to his senses.

It was like enlightenment poured over his head, like waking from a great dream.

In an instant, his former anger and emotions became extraordinarily distant, strange, and laughable.

It was as though he suddenly saw through it all and understood everything. He felt that his willfulness and temper had been utterly ridiculous.

Chu Zhiyuan brushed his hand over another person's head, then a third, a fourth, a fifth... all the way to the sixteenth.

Chu Honglin, Mr. Zhu, and