The place Su Ming chose might be close to the Outer Sect, but it was at the back of the mountain and was rather secluded. Not many people would come to this place usually. It was a simple house, and it was surrounded by weeds. Clearly, no one had tidied it up for a long time.
The power of the world in this place was not thick, and it could not compare to the courtyard Su Ming had stayed in in the Outer Sect. It could not compare to the two-storey building that had tempted Su Ming greatly.
However, this place was quiet, and it was relatively close to the two-storey building. In fact, if Su Ming stood outside the house and lifted his head, he would be able to see the indistinct shadow of the two-storey building at the top of the mountain.
Su Ming looked around him. He was rather satisfied with this place. Qian Chen had originally wanted to have someone clean up the weeds around him, but Su Ming had stopped him. It was better for the place to be left as it was. Because of that, it would make it much more secluded.
When the sun set, Qian Chen continued following behind Su Ming with a brilliant smile on his face. It could be said that he had been asking about Su Ming's well-being and had even asked whether he needed any servants. Once Su Ming rejected him, he continued smiling, and only when dusk fell did he wrap his fist in his palm and leave when Su Ming showed signs of fatigue.
Qian Chen had left with his thoughts in his mind for the time being. When dusk ended and the sky gradually darkened, Su Ming was not in his room. Instead, he was outside, leaning against the wall of the house. He sat there and looked at the sky.
It was winter at that moment. The weeds around him were covered in white snow. In fact, there were even a few snowflakes falling from the sky after dusk. One of them fell right before Su Ming's eyes, and he lifted his hand to catch it. His palm felt cold, and he watched as the snowflake melted on his palm.
'If snowflakes appear to melt on the ground, then is this the fate of snowflakes..? 'Su Ming had recovered nearly six-tenths of his cultivation base, but there was still a long way to go before he could completely recover. Based on his estimations, unless he was in the two-storey building, then even if he was in the courtyard in the Outer Sect, he would need at least ten years before he could recover to his peak.
After all, the recovery of his cultivation base would be very quick in the beginning, but the further he progressed, the harder it would be for him to continue. The recovery speed of the last four-tenths of his cultivation base could not be compared to the first six-tenths.
'I must go to the two-storey building … 'A glint appeared in Su Ming's eyes. When he opened his palm, a strand of white hair appeared on his palm.
There was a knot on that strand of hair, and Su Ming placed his right hand on that knot. He closed his eyes slightly and started sensing it quietly based on the words of Ugly Little Thing's father.
Time passed slowly, and soon, it was already deep into the night. More snow fell from the sky, and as they drifted down, not only was the path ahead covered in darkness, but it was also cut into pieces by the snowflakes.
Su Ming continued leaning against the house as he sat outside. He was still holding the white strand of hair in his hand. There was a faint fragrance coming from it, and when Su Ming touched it in the middle of the night, he felt as if he could smell that fragrance.
The night passed uneventfully … Su Ming sat there for the entire night, immersed in the feeling Ugly Little Thing's father spoke of, searching for the essence of this grass rope record.
What Su Ming wanted was not a curse or a blessing, but a form of control over the old woman's mind. He wanted to increase the number of knots on the strand of hair, and eventually, he would weave them into a doll. Then, with the doll's power, he would control the old woman's mind.
This sort of control over the old woman's mind would turn her into a puppet-like existence. Because of it, Su Ming would be able to enter the second floor without anyone noticing and train for a long period of time.
He had also considered using his power to attack, but no matter what, his cultivation base had not completely recovered. There were many things that could not change, and he was also prepared to reach the Berserker Soul Realm in the building. He needed someone to protect him.
If he could control the old woman, then he would be able to kill many birds with one stone!
When morning arrived, Su Ming's eyes flew open. A hint of understanding appeared in his eyes, and without any hesitation, he tied another knot on that strand of hair!
At that moment, two knots appeared on that white strand of hair!
At the instant the second knot appeared, the old woman who was meditating on the second floor shuddered. Her eyes flew open, and shock and bewilderment appeared on her face. She spread her divine sense outwards and surrounded the area with an incredibly grave expression on her face.
However, no matter how she investigated the area, she could not find any clues or clues. It was as if nothing had happened, but she had felt a chill during that instant just now, as if someone had stabbed her with a needle. It was not painful, but she felt as if she had been stabbed in the soul.
The old woman frowned and carefully thought about it for a long time. She even checked her body inside and out, but she didn't find anything wrong. This made her hesitate, but she gradually remembered this matter in her heart.
Winter seemed to last for a very long time. During the past month, snow would occasionally fall, and each time it fell, it would become heavier than the last. At that moment, the snow that filled the sky looked as if a gigantic hole had appeared in the sky. The sky was crying, but when its tears fell, it seemed as if it did not want anyone to see them, which was why it turned them into snow. The snow might seem gentle and soft.
However … once it accumulated to a certain degree, it could crush mountains, freeze all manner of things, and destroy … all lives!
Snow fell from the sky and covered the sky and earth, covering the area outside Su Ming's house. Even the spot where he was meditating was covered in a thick layer of snow.
Su Ming continued holding that white strand of hair in his hand. During the past month, he had not restored his cultivation base, but had instead immersed himself in his epiphany and keeping records with the grass rope. By then, there were already six knots on that strand of hair!
Su Ming did not leave too much of his will on those six knots. He had only left his epiphany on them. When he touched them with his hand, it was as if he was touching his own thoughts.
Qian Chen would occasionally come over during the past month. His attentive manner made it seem as if Su Ming was his senior brother, and he was just a junior brother or a junior.
On this day, he came over once again in the snow. Behind him were dozens of laborers with respectful expressions on their faces. Under Qian Chen's orders, these laborers immediately started clearing the snow.
Su Ming closed his eyes and did not bother too much with them. If Qian Chen continued being so tactful, then perhaps he would give him a serendipity in the future. The path was under his feet, and it would depend on how this person would understand it and walk down it.
On the third day after Su Ming came to this place for a month, hesitation appeared on his face. He looked at the white strand of hair in his hand. There were still six knots on it. He should have tied the seventh knot now, but he did not have the confidence to do so.
In silence, he stared at the strand of hair. During the past month, he had been immersed in his epiphany, and his understanding towards the grass knot Record Keeping Art had become much better than before.
The first six knots were tied based on Su Ming's epiphany, but now, he had a vague feeling that he needed to add his will to the seventh knot. Once his will was added, the seventh knot would become a key!
If he failed, then the strand of hair would turn into ashes, but if he succeeded, then with his will, it would mean that Su Ming had taken the first step towards success!
'There's only one strand of hair. If I don't succeed, then I'll have to make more preparations … 'Su Ming's eyes sparkled, and he swiftly moved his hands to tie the seventh knot on the white strand of hair!
At the same time he did so, a shudder ran through Su Ming's body, and he forced a voice to echo in his head.
"I am your Master. All my will is your will. All my words must be obeyed!" That voice continued echoing in Su Ming's head, turning into his will, and as if he was writing, he wrote it on the knot on the strand of hair.
However, fusing his will into the strand of hair was not an easy task for Su Ming. After all, he had just come into contact with grass knot records. He was not like Ugly Little Thing's father, who had naturally come into contact with the quintessence of the Art due to his talent.
More importantly, since Ugly Little Thing's father was a mortal, the dolls he made were also meant for mortals. That was why he did not have to spend too much energy and bear the burden. He would only feel incredibly tired after making a few dolls.
However, it was different for Su Ming. The white strand of hair belonged to the old woman, and she had extraordinary power. If he wanted to use this Art to control a powerful warrior, then the burden and burden he would have to bear would naturally be much greater.
Even Su Ming was trembling, and two streams of blood gradually fell from the corners of his eyes. It was the same for his ears.
In that instant, he stopped breathing ….
When a dozen something breaths passed, Su Ming let out a long breath. His eyes were bright, and he wiped away the blood from his eyes and ears. He lowered his head and cast a glance at the seventh knot on the white strand of hair, and a hint of a smile appeared at the corners of his lips.
'This Art is indeed shocking. If I can understand it to the pinnacle … then I will be able to kill without a trace, and it won't be difficult for me to control others. But it's a pity that the backlash is also incredibly great … 'Su Ming closed his eyes.
Almost at the instant Su Ming tied the seventh knot, the meditating old woman in the second floor started trembling viciously. When she coughed up a mouthful of blood, her face turned livid with rage. When she opened her eyes, she stood up swiftly and spread her divine sense outwards, but she still found nothing.
Her face was dark. During that instant just now, she had vaguely heard a voice. That voice seemed to be saying something in her head, but when she listened carefully, she could not hear it clearly. However, she had a strong feeling that the words spoken by that voice had been carved into her soul through a unique method.
"Child's play. Since you're hiding and unwilling to come out, then let's fight with our Arts. Let's see whether your strange Art is stronger or my Soul Catching Lotus Platform is stronger!" The old woman laughed coldly and walked towards the second floor. She arrived beside the statue of the woman sitting on the lotus platform on the first floor, and once she cast a glance at the pure and holy woman, she sat down cross-legged. Immediately, the statue's eyes shone with a brilliant light as if it had just woken up and enveloped the old woman within.
"Next time you come, I will fight against you!" The old woman closed her eyes as if she was about to face a great enemy.
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