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Chapter 98: Soul Control Technique

"Refine it into a puppet? Don't kill it?"

The Western leader was surprised. Since the Queen had given the order, it must have meant that the Tianjian Sect refused to negotiate. This was the result he most hoped for, but he did not expect that the Queen would make the request personally.

Is this kind of small minion really worthy of the Empress' personal concern?

But then again, this is indeed a vicious idea. The Queen is the Queen, and her heart is darker than his. He just wants to kill someone, but the Queen is directly destroying his heart.

Is there anything more painful than killing your own relatives and friends with your own hands?

The Western leader's mentality changed and he smiled, "As you wish, I will do it myself."

Then, he looked at Chen Lang, "Do you really want to die? Then I won't kill you. Come, get the medicine pot."

For an organization like the Pingtian Sect, refining puppets is no problem. Soon, a black medicine pot was brought over, and someone pushed a cart of medicinal materials. They were all dried up old stuff, and were gray-brown in color. Chen Lang took a quick look and couldn't tell what they were.

"Why aren't you talking? Are you scared?" asked the Western leader.

Chen Lang said, "I was wondering, why not centipedes, poisonous insects or something like that?"

"We are from the Pingtian Sect, we refine souls, do you think we are evil practitioners?" The Western Sect Leader said, "Those are low-grade stuff, these are not ordinary medicinal materials, they are cheap for you kid."

“When you become a puppet, you must work hard and don’t let the organization down.” He sneered repeatedly, trying to find a trace of fear or regret on Chen Lang’s face.

Unfortunately, he didn't see it.

Chen Lang didn't care. If his consciousness was destroyed, he wasn't sure whether he would be considered dead or not. But if he retained his consciousness, then he definitely wouldn't be considered dead.

Unless I stare at him all the time, would it be difficult for me to commit suicide?

"Come on, hurry up." said Chen Lang.

It doesn't matter if I'm a puppet or something. As long as you give me a little freedom of movement, I'll die in front of you.

You are still pretending, right? I wonder how long you can keep your mouth shut. The Western leader ordered people to pour the things into the pot, add clean water, and start refining.

Soon, the Southern Leader also arrived.

"As you wish."

The Southern Sect Leader looked at Chen Lang and said, "You are now officially a member of my Pingtian Sect, but you are just a puppet. I will control your body for you, but don't worry, you will not die. When the time comes to hunt down your Tianjian Sect disciples, I will let you see and hear clearly.

How about this identity? Are you satisfied with it? "

Previously, Chen Lang put forward conditions and hoped to join the Pingtian Sect. He didn’t know whether he was sincere or not, but it didn’t matter now. It didn’t matter whether it was true or false. This was the order of the Queen.

"Very satisfied." Chen Lang nodded.

"Okay." The Southern Cult Leader nodded, took a drop of blood from each of his limbs and eyebrows, and with a wave of his hand, five drops of blood floated above the black medicine pot.

"Throw him in." said the Southern Leader.

The Western leader personally picked up Chen Lang and threw him into the bubbling water. The medicine had been boiled into black and had a pungent smell.

And those drops of blood were floating above Chen Lang's head, like an angel ring, constantly rotating.

Finally, the Southern Cult Leader carefully took out a mirror from his arms. It was only the size of a palm and was entirely simple and antique.

"rise."

The Southern Sect Leader threw the mirror out and hung it above the blood bead. It suddenly released light and shone towards Chen Lang.

The light passed through the blood beads, turned blood red, and shone on Chen Lang's head, making him dizzy.

Faintly, it seemed as if a will invaded and entered his soul.

Finally, that will seeped into every inch of Chen Lang's flesh and blood along with a few drops of blood and disappeared.

"Raise your hands." The Southern Leader said. At the same time, his pupils became dilated, and part of his soul and will were separated.

Chen Lang raised his hands.

"Turn your head." The Southern Leader said again.

Chen Lang mechanically turned his head left and right.

"It's okay." The Southern Sect Leader's soul returned to his place and his eyes became clear again.

"Master Duan has good skills." The Western Master commented. Chen Lang felt that his body was out of control, but he said, "Is this the art of controlling puppets? Your technique reminds me of an old friend."

I thought it was some advanced puppet-making method, but it turned out to be just forcibly controlling his body.

The Southern Leader ignored him and began to recite scriptures, taking over Chen Lang's body again.

Then, Chen Lang spoke:

“Chen Lang, I will now teach you the art of holding a banner. How much you can comprehend depends entirely on your luck. This is related to what level of banner you can hold.

Of course, you can refuse to comprehend, but I can still take over your body and display my flag-controlling skills.

But I still hope you can take the initiative. If you make a great contribution, you may be able to regain your freedom one day."

Then, he ignored Chen Lang's will and directly taught him the techniques with his soul.

Chen Lang only felt his mind swelling, with countless streams of information pouring in.

[Soul Control Technique (Level 2)]

[Ancient Immortal Technique, combined with the Soul-Calming Banner, a master can control billions of dead souls, form an army of the undead, and turn the world upside down at any time.]

A prompt appeared on the system.

Chen Lang was stunned for a moment. The flag-controlling technique he had been thinking about was here now?
It turns out to be the magical power of the ancient immortals!
Chen Lang's eyes lit up. Brother Dan had told him to get in touch with more things related to the ancient immortals, so this thing counts as well, right?

It’s right to listen to Brother Dan.

He immediately opened the system and took out the second-level skill book.

[Do you want to use the skill book to strengthen? ]

Click to use.

[Your proficiency has reached the maximum. Your soul control technique has reached perfection. No one in the world understands it better than you. ]

At this moment, Chen Lang felt that his soul had undergone an inexplicable transformation. His ears and eyes were clear, and he could see many things that he could not see before.

For example, he saw the Western leader who was laughing obscenely, and his cultivation was in the late stage of foundation building and was not perfect.

The Southern Sect Leader’s cultivation was at the early stage of Golden Core, and was showing signs of reaching the middle stage.

He even saw a palm-sized mirror floating in the air. There was a faint but fierce aura inside it. This should be the thing of the Empress of Pingtian Sect.

"I've finished."

After a moment, the Southern Cult Leader's eyes regained clarity, "This magical power is an ancient secret technique, taught by the Queen herself, and it is not written down. You should cherish it and slowly comprehend it in the future. Don't reveal it to outsiders."

Then, he felt that his worry was unnecessary, and said indifferently, "Of course, you don't have this opportunity. This is not an ordinary magical power. Only those with strong spiritual talents can practice it. It's good enough if you can understand the first level. If you can't understand it, you can't pass it on even if you want to."

"I see."

The Western leader had received this kind of "enlightenment" method, and now he was puzzled, "Could it be that you have already..."

He was very clear that the secret art of controlling the flag that he had learned was the complete version. It had already become a brand that existed in his body and he could not forget it even if he wanted to. However, his grasp of it was extremely superficial, and it required special spiritual talent.

Even as a sect leader, he didn't know the upper limit of his ability to control the flag. The Pingtian Sect was a large organization, and it was said that there were masters wielding the black flag with more than a hundred thousand souls. He had never seen one, so he didn't know if that was considered a complete practice.

But he was very sure that the Southern Leader had not yet reached perfection, otherwise he would be wielding a black flag instead of a blood flag.

"I relied on the Queen's methods." The Southern Leader explained.

"I see."

The Western leader is enlightened. I said it before, the gap between people cannot be so big.

At this point, the puppet refining was considered completed. The Southern Sect Leader waved his hand, and all the restrictions on Chen Lang disappeared.

Chen Lang regained his freedom.

"Get up."

The Southern Cult Leader said, "Don't even think about running away. From today on, no matter how far you go, you are in my hands."

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(End of this chapter)