At Dengfeng Inn, before the whole roast lamb arrived, Cao Jinxing returned first, carrying the bald giant, who hung limp as mud with barely a breath left in him.
Everyone eating in the main hall was startled.
He held a burly man weighing over two hundred jin in one hand. How much strength did that take?
"Landlady."
Cao Jinxing said, "Let me borrow your woodshed."
The landlady froze, then hurriedly said, "Yes, yes. This way, sir."
Cao Jinxing nodded and gave Shen Xiang a look. Understanding, Shen Xiang followed him. The two reached the woodshed, and the landlady tactfully withdrew, closing the door behind her.
"The Vajra Sect?"
Shen Xiang glanced at the bald monk's Esoteric Sect robes and Mongolian ornaments. He looked very much like someone from the Mongolian Esoteric Sect's Vajra Sect.
Cao Jinxing said, "Probably. We'll know once we ask."
"How?"
Shen Xiang looked at the monk, who had barely a breath left yet still clenched his teeth, apparently ready to die rather than submit. "He doesn't look cooperative."
"He doesn't get a choice!"
Cao Jinxing sneered, staring straight into the bald monk's eyes. Red light shone from the depths of his own-this was the original color of the Fire Charm Technique. Driving it purely with ice-cold true qi before had actually been something of a mismatch. Now his eyes shone, candle flames seeming to flicker deep within his pupils, and he instantly dragged the bald monk's mind into an illusion!
The monk seemed to have entered a Buddhist paradise. Seeing the image of Mahavairocana Tathagata and hearing the sacred chants of enlightenment, his mind quickly settled, his expression utterly devout.
Among believers like these, some were extremely difficult to sway, while others were extremely easy. It depended on the caster's mastery of illusions.
Cao Jinxing had