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Slowly sitting up, Zhang Qi walked to the water dispenser and poured himself a large cup of water, drinking it down fiercely until his expression finally returned to a semblance of normalcy.
Standing by the window and looking outside, Zhang Qi fell into a reverie.
Three years ago, after completing a concert as a singer, Zhang Qi decided to take a vacation and travel. During his travels, he stumbled upon an ancient site where he found a tattered book that recorded a method to control people's minds.
At first, he didn't believe it. One day, he accidentally recited a few lines of what was supposedly a spell and discovered that it actually worked, which led him to become obsessed.
The tattered book described a type of witchcraft called "Thousand Soul Banner." In simple terms, it involved collecting 1,000 souls to forge a magical artifact. If successful, it could be used to control people's minds and make them do anything.
Who could resist such temptation? Not to mention that Zhang Qi was in the entertainment industry, surrounded by countless beautiful women, especially someone like Zhong Wenxin, who was considered one of the most beautiful among beauties. With her status, what man wouldn't want to possess such a woman?
As long as he successfully forged the Thousand Soul Banner, he could achieve all of this!
This filled Zhang Qi with motivation, but once he started the forging process, he realized how difficult it truly was.
The first requirement was for the souls to be pure; in simple terms, they had to be virgins. In today's world, this was as rare as finding endangered species. If he weren't a well-known dance instructor with many people seeking him for choreography and lessons, it would have been an impossible task.
That aside, the hardest part was capturing the souls without them noticing. Although the tattered book contained spells and other instructions, their effectiveness was poor. In the end, he could only draw a portrait of the Supreme Ancestor and use Spiritual Cultivation methods to collect souls. This way proved to be significantly more effective.
However, just as Zhang Qi began to feel pleased with his progress, he quickly realized that he seemed to have unleashed a demon. The so-called Supreme Ancestor kept appearing in his dreams. More importantly, he noticed that his own mind was being affected; this had happened when he entered the Spiritual Cultivation room with the Ancient Sorcerer.
Yet, Zhang Qi found himself unable to stop because without the Supreme Ancestor's portrait, he couldn't quickly gather souls.
Thus, he had no choice but to endure this situation while trying his best to avoid entering that room again.
Sighing deeply, Zhang Qi turned and walked over to the bookshelf behind his desk. He reached out and pressed something in an obscure spot; the bookshelf slid apart to reveal a door.
After entering another series of codes, Zhang Qi pushed open the heavy iron door and stepped inside.
The secret chamber was narrow—about three square meters in size—elongated in shape. A small red light hung from the ceiling, casting an eerie glow that felt unsettling at first glance.
Even more bizarre was that at the end of the chamber stood a small circular altar. On the altar lay a palm-sized flag wrapped in strands of black mist that seemed to increase continuously as if drawing from thin air. The black mist coalesced into swirling masses of dark red that resembled congealed blood. What sent chills down one's spine was that the flag emitted faint cries as if countless Wailing Souls were screaming in agony.
"Hehehe, once my Thousand Soul Banner is successfully forged, not only will I surpass all ancestors; even the heavenly ancestors won't be able to do anything against me! I will be free to do as I please!"
Thinking about the success of the Thousand Soul Banner and how he would be able to control others' souls at will, Zhang Qi felt his blood boiling!
……
The Ancient Sorcerer was unaware of what had happened to Zhang Qi after he left. As soon as he stepped out of the office building, Kong Ying drove over.
As soon as Ancient Sorcerer got into the car, Kong Ying eagerly asked:
“How did it go?”
“That Zhang Qi definitely has issues.”
On the surface, Zhang Qi's dance studio seemed normal, but the last room he saw was completely different.
Spiritual Cultivation is a method that has emerged in recent years, supposedly involving meditation for self-improvement. Due to the fast-paced life in modern cities, people's spirits have become quite anxious, leading to the rise of such practices.
It must be said that legitimate Spiritual Cultivation has its merits, but many so-called Spiritual Cultivation masters merely use this title to deceive others. The method is quite simple: they concentrate people in a closed space for meditation and control their minds through psychological suggestion and other means, often leading to financial and emotional exploitation. Such cases are not uncommon and can even be considered a form of cult.
“What kind of problems?”
While driving, Kong Ying turned her head to look at Ancient Sorcerer. Zhong Wenxin was her good friend, so she couldn't help but be concerned.
“He should know some dark arts; through these arts, he can gradually control people's minds, just like with Zhong Wenxin.”
“I found a secret room at his place where someone was meditating. A regular dance teacher wouldn’t do something like that.”
Kong Ying was taken aback and said, “But… aside from hiring him for choreography, Wenxin hasn’t had any other contact with him or participated in any meditation.”
Kong Ying and Zhong Wenxin were very close, like sisters; she had never heard of Zhong Wenxin participating in any meditation organized by Zhang Qi.
“Let’s go back to Zhong Wenxin’s villa first; we can talk more once we meet.”
Ancient Sorcerer already had some judgments but needed to verify certain things with Zhong Wenxin, so he chose not to elaborate further at that moment.
Kong Ying nodded, and the car sped up, heading straight for Zhong Wenxin's villa.
"Why are you back so soon?"
Zhong Wenxin had clearly just woken up from a nap. She was wearing a loose nightgown that clung softly to her body, accentuating her exquisite curves. The short length of the gown revealed her straight, snow-white legs as she moved, and her pert backside added to the allure, creating a breathtaking effect.
She truly was... an unparalleled beauty!
Although it was not the first time Ancient Sorcerer had seen Zhong Wenxin, he couldn't help but sigh in admiration. This woman seemed to be born to seduce men; every unintentional gesture exuded immense charm. No wonder she could become a star adored by many.
"I went to Zhang Qi's place and discovered some issues."
Zhong Wenxin raised an eyebrow and said, "Sit down and talk."
The implication behind Ancient Sorcerer's words was not good, and Zhong Wenxin's heart tightened.
The three of them sat on the sofa in the living room. At this moment, Zhong Wenxin did not rush to speak; instead, she started boiling water to brew tea. Ancient Sorcerer observed this and couldn't help but nod in approval.
Zhong Wenxin's rise to fame as a world-renowned star was certainly not solely based on her appearance; she was definitely not just a pretty face. Just looking at her composure now showed how many people could remain calm when they knew something strange might happen to them.
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