Each With His Own Thoughts

In the cold wind of early spring, the two men each had thoughts of their own.

Zhang Xuezhou wanted to hug a powerful thigh, while Ren Yisheng was considering how to get a patient like Zhang Xuezhou to take part in testing.

Having mastered the Mental Foundations Chapter without guidance, Zhang Xuezhou definitely had ample aptitude for cultivation. He would do very well in the early stages of cultivation, at least, and perhaps even in the middle stages.

But he suffered from symptoms of schizophrenia, and the disease would defeat Zhang Xuezhou sooner or later.

Using a mentally ill person for testing did not go against morality or conscience.

But Ren Yisheng had to consider how to get Zhang Xuezhou to cooperate with the tests.

After all, mental illness was high-risk, but testing cultivation paths through the practice of secret mental techniques was even riskier.

If the two risks canceled each other out, that would be fine, but if they collided, Zhang Xuezhou could die several years early.

There were benefits in it, but corresponding dangers as well.

Ren Yisheng needed Zhang Xuezhou to understand these circumstances, but he could not say so directly.

Zhang Xuezhou was poor and wanted to seek medical help from him, but Zhang Xuezhou had not come to accompany him in mental cultivation tests.

Ren Yisheng had always held fast to the last principles of good order in his heart.

When a person became powerful and looked down on everyone, believing himself superior or more exalted than others, he was not far from madness and ruin.

Ren Yisheng was not that kind of person, and accordingly, he found it hard to deceive a young man with lies.

But how to bring it up was a problem.

He would not have many chances to meet Zhang