Chapter 90: Chapter 90: Mo Wen’s Return (Part 1)

Everyone is an independent individual. As the saying goes, “birds of a feather flock together,” when two people meet for the first time, they automatically categorize each other. Their perceptions differ, resulting in varied attitudes.

Some people fall in love at first sight, instantly deciding that this is the person they’ve been waiting for, their hearts aflutter, longing for a lifelong companionship.

Some meet as if they are long-lost friends, despite having just met, they understand and trust each other as well as, if not better than, old friends.

Some people, upon meeting, immediately dislike each other, as if they were the South Pole and North Pole, positive and negative ends—utterly incompatible.

Wang Xuan now casually controls his divine and demonic will, and effortlessly mimics the demeanor of particular types of people.

By blending different temperaments and varying the proportions of divine and demonic aura, Wang Xuan can transform infinitely. Through this method, combined with imperceptible hypnosis, he interferes with others’ five senses and cognition.

The illusion he creates easily makes others agree with, become close to, and quickly trust him.

This unique charisma elevates Wang Xuan’s hypnosis to an advanced level, utilizing human cognition and sensory perception.

Perhaps it shouldn’t even be called hypnosis, as this method exists in daily life and occurs at every moment.

When Wang Xuan hypnotized that young man, He Lianshan, it was a forceful hypnosis, clouding his consciousness and guiding him in a muddled state.

This form of hypnosis exploits the loopholes in human consciousness and thoughts, disrupting like a hacker. If the hypnotized maintains a clear will, they would realize they are being hypnotized.

But now, he directly follows the rules of human consciousness and thought processes, openly gaining others’ favor and trust. This undetectable method is truly remarkable.

On the street, observing pedestrians, he continuously evaluates their personalities, preferences, and dislikes while adjusting his own aura.

When Wang Xuan greets them, even strangers don’t escape his notice. Amazingly, despite having never met, they respond with enthusiasm.

Just by exchanging greetings, those people develop a considerable liking for Wang Xuan.

Now that he has mastered this skill, Wang Xuan returns to normal, as life would indeed be dull if it were always this way.

In the martial arts hall, Assistant Instructor Wei Zequan was supervising the trainees as they practiced the Fierce Bull Fist, striving for precision in each move, rehearsing the techniques.

“Hello, Instructor Wang,” the trainees politely greeted Wang Xuan upon his arrival.

Wang Xuan nodded and had them halt, standing neatly and silently as he spoke: “I’ve been teaching you the posture stance these past few days, and I believe you’ve gained quite a bit from it, understanding much about the posture stance and improving your physique.

I will be leaving for a while in a couple of days, and I’m not sure if the martial arts hall will arrange another instructor for you, so be prepared.

Today, I will teach you how to meditate in the standing posture; meditation in this state means you immerse yourself in the stance without fatigue. Once you achieve it, your efficiency in the posture stance will significantly increase.

Whether you can accomplish this depends on each individual’s comprehension.”

Hearing that Wang Xuan was going to teach them meditation in the standing posture, the trainees were thrilled as it was a rare opportunity that other instructors couldn’t offer to them, but Wang Xuan could.

Yet, on hearing that Wang Xuan was leaving, they felt reluctant, despite having known him for less than ten days.

“Instructor, you must come back. We’re waiting for you,” the trainees said.

They felt genuine emotion, remembering who treated them well, discerning it clearly. Although Wang Xuan was usually not enthusiastic, didn’t like jokes, and often said very little, he taught them truly useful things with sincerity and diligence.

Shi Lei, with bright eyes, stood among them, saying nothing, yet internally felt immense gratitude towards Wang Xuan.

He was the most disadvantaged in this cohort, yet in a few days, the transformation was evident, with a notable increase in his strength.

More muscles gained, confidence boosted, understanding that effort holds value for him, solidifying his will to follow the martial dao, pleasing his family with such progress.

The third tier taught fighting techniques, the second tier trained in posture stance to strengthen the foundation, and the first tier shaped the heart of the martial dao. These days, Wang Xuan easily pointed out their shortcomings, offered advice, and guided their training.

Wang Xuan had higher expectations for the first tier trainees, having shown the path to Muscle Strengthening and Skin Training, and even the Bone Refining Realm, expecting them to have a clearer vision and greater control over their future.

“Shi Lei, your foundation is decent; persist in the posture stance for two years, train continuously, and with adequate nutrition, you can reach the peak of muscle training.

Diligently persevere for five years, reaching the peak of muscle strengthening won’t be a problem, and by then, you should be around eighteen. You’ll be ready to challenge the skin refining realm and can apply to join the reserves, receiving Federation Army training.

Your future path is for you to navigate.”

This was something Wang Xuan said to Shi Lei one morning, and it filled Shi Lei with passion for the future, fueling his determination.

Short periods of dormancy don’t matter, but Shi Lei feared that even ten years of effort might not fulfill his ambitions, causing constant anxiety.

Yet Instructor Wang, with strength surpassing the Bone Refining Realm, gave him a confident response about his future, bolstering his self-assurance.

Since Instructor Wang said that with sufficient effort, he could reach the skin refining realm by eighteen, then entering the Federation Army reserves before twenty is very likely.

With such a reassuring answer, it was enough. Shi Lei never doubted Wang Xuan’s affirmation of him.

Then Wang Xuan began teaching the trainees the meditation method in the Mixed Element Stance, eloquently explaining the theories, but the key was relying on his hypnosis.

By understanding the Mixed Element Stance, projecting an aura that influenced the trainees, he easily helped them enter this state.

Wang Xuan continuously guided them into meditation and awakened them repeatedly, allowing them to experience how to enter and maintain the state.

After two hours, more than ten trainees learned how to meditate, most from the first tier with two or three from the second tier.

In the next half hour, Wang Xuan taught them the Fierce Bull Fist, using hypnosis to let them feel the fist momentum and mental realm.

“Let’s stop here; I wish you bright futures and prosperous martial paths. Farewell, students,” Wang Xuan said simply and then left.

Meeting is fate; parting is also fate; the gathering and scattering of fate are natural.

Shi Lei hesitated but finally hurried to catch up with Wang Xuan, walking beside the instructor.

Wang Xuan asked, “Do you need something from me?”

Shi Lei, slightly nervous, spoke: “Instructor Wang, your guidance these days has immensely benefited me, and I am deeply grateful. My family is also pleased with my progress, and so I would like to invite you to my home.”

“No need,” Wang Xuan waved a hand dismissively. “As an instructor, it’s my duty to teach you martial arts; your progress comes from your efforts, and I’m merely the one watering the plant. Whether you gain or not is your own affair.

I appreciate your gratitude, but a meal isn’t necessary. Keep practicing well, and head back.”

For these trainees, Wang Xuan did things effortlessly, and for this young man Shi Lei, it was just a few more insights, perhaps hearing a dozen more sentences than others.

He never concerned himself about such things, finishing and forgetting them because he never had the energy to care about such matters. Doing things followed his heart, with neither regret nor hesitation.

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