Memory loss always happened inadvertently; even if there was a way to erase a memory, it would only erase an entire memory segment. It was really difficult to extract a memory of a single event and erase it.
"As expected … it won't work?"
Boss Tan sighed helplessly. "If there's really no other way, we'll have to use force …"
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal raised his eyebrows. "For example?"
Boss Tan: "For example, when he's addicted to martial arts, we can tie him up and stop him from making hand seals."
"…"
"But there's another big problem with this, which is that whenever he's addicted to martial arts, he'll go berserk, and it'll be very difficult to restrain him then." Saying this, Boss Tan's eyes lit up. "Unless … we have the Golden Canopy Rope."
The Three Auspicious Treasures again …
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal suddenly remembered that he still had the Seven Stars Sword which he had obtained from Ah You, the Lady of the Castle's right-hand man.
Actually, after that, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal had asked Little Black to investigate the remaining two magic treasures. Currently, he knew that one of the genuine Purple Gold Gourd was in the old devil's hands, but there had been no news on the whereabouts of the Golden Canopy Rope.
On the side, listening to their conversation, Tan Qian's eyes were unprecedentedly downcast. If it hadn't been for today's incident, he wouldn't have thought that Immortal Mansion's waters ran so deep. "Brother, when I get back, I'll tell them I resign."
"No, given the current situation, it's safer for you to stay in Immortal Mansion. You can also cooperate with us in our investigation of Immortal Mansion. This bunch of people actually turned you into this … it's better to just get rid of them all. "
Tan Qian was startled by Tan Siming's gaze; this was the first time he had seen such an expression on his brother's face.
Boss Tan's eyes darkened. "The most important thing now is to find a way to help you suppress the side effects of the Panwu Immortal Martial Arts."
"How about we wait for Ling Zhenren to come back and ask him?" Dharmaraja suddenly interjected.
"Ling Zhenren?"
Boss Tan patted his head as he suddenly remembered. "Oh, isn't that the young man who wrote songs in my shop before?" He had thought that this young man wasn't simple … who would have thought that he was actually a big shot?!
"Ling Zhenren has remarkable abilities, he definitely has a way. But we won't know the specifics until he comes back. He's still in military training at school, "said Dharmaraja.
… School … military training?
Because he had already met Father Wang before, Boss Tan had already guessed that Wang Ling was his student. But when he heard Dharmaraja's words with his own ears, Boss Tan actually still couldn't suppress his shock … this Lightning Dharmaraja and Great Death-Courting Senior Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal in front of him were both famous people in the cultivation circle. For people like them to address Wang Ling as Zhenren and Senior …
Boss Tan really couldn't imagine why this Ling Zhenren was so obsessed with school …
As expected! Knowledge was power.
Only by studying could one become a big shot?
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That night, Tan Qian left after having dinner with Boss Tan at the Wang family's small villa.
The old man warmly received the Tan brothers. It was Boss Tan's first time meeting Grandfather Wang, but even that first meeting was enough to make Boss Tan admire him from the bottom of his heart. In the face of Tan Qian's previous offense and harassment, not only hadn't this Grandfather Wang gotten angry, he had instead returned good for evil. This was the kind of bearing that only a true great senior could have!
On the way back to Immortal Mansion, Tan Qian flew on his flying sword, his emotions a little complicated as he gazed at the small pill bottle in his hand.
For the time being, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal hadn't been able to find a way to suppress his addiction to the Panwu Immortal Martial Arts, so he had given him this bottle of sleeping pills. For now, stopping cultivating this art and completely cutting off his addiction was the best method he could think of.
This bottle of sleeping pills had been personally refined by Immortal Toya. Just half a pill was enough to make a Soul Formation cultivator sleep for three hours, and they wouldn't wake up even if the sky collapsed. The effect of a whole pill was usually six hours, which was just enough to balance out the time when the addiction flared up.
But relying on sleeping pills wasn't a long-term solution. As a person's realm grew higher, their resistance to the drug would increase. This bottle of sleeping pills would last for half a month at most, after which its efficacy would plummet.
Of course, this wasn't the real reason for Tan Qian's complicated feelings.
It was because he realized that he had come to the Wang family's small villa today to investigate this family's situation. In the end, he had failed and been caught instead. After being taught a lesson by his own big brother, he had then been sent to Immortal Mansion to continue being a spy.
As for the Master of Immortal Mansion's ultimate goal, it had just been his brother Tan Siming's speculation. Although Tan Qian felt that his speculation was pretty close, he still needed to work hard to gather some concrete evidence to prove his ultimate goal.
Tan Qian was surprised to find that …
He had actually become the legendary "snitch."
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Sometimes, coincidence is a wonderful thing, because you never know what's going to happen next.
What would happen next? Even Wang Ling, who knew the Fate Profiling Spell and had helped Dopey Guo predict his fate back then … However, he couldn't predict his own fate.
It was June 20th on Monday in the ninth week of the semester.
The joint military training exercise for the six schools had ended, and the school had specially set aside this day for the students to relieve their fatigue and digest the knowledge they had learned during the military training.
To be honest, Wang Ling hadn't gained much from this military training, since he had been planning to fish in troubled waters from the very beginning. Although Dopey Guo had suffered from Mother Juan's "fan bing bing" before the military training, he was the one who had benefited the most from it.
All the famous schools had offered him an olive branch, and even a spirit sword product company had invited him to be their spokesperson. His future career could be said to be bright …
Dopey Guo had once said that his dream was to open the largest fresh produce market in the country; whether it was in terms of scale or reputation, it had to be bigger than his family's pet shop.
At that time, Wang Ling had indeed predicted Dopey Guo's fate.
According to the results of his prediction, Dopey Guo's dream would come true in five hundred years.
Now, Wang Ling finally understood.
It turned out that this military training was the source of all evil …
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That night, when Wang Ling returned to his bedroom in the Wang family's small villa, he found traces of Jingke's attack. Before he had left, he had put Jingke under his pillow, and when he came back, he found Jingke by his pillow.
Sure enough, in the two days he had been gone, someone had still come looking for trouble …
Wang Ling suddenly felt that he had made the right decision to leave Jingke at the villa back then.
"Ling Ling, come down and eat first." Downstairs, Mother Wang had already prepared dinner.
Wang Ling put Jingke down again and went downstairs. It was only then that he realized that Loopy Toad hadn't followed him up just now.
That was because when Loopy Toad was halfway down the stairs, the old man had stopped it and rubbed its face.
As he rubbed Loopy Toad's little fat face, the old man frowned and muttered in his heart: Why has this child lost weight?
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