Although Old Man Qing Mu was not an internal energy cultivator who specialized in swordsmanship, he was the oldest among the five Five Element Altar Masters. He was also the most experienced elder of the Blood Garment Pavilion. He had his own understanding of Nangong Zhe's current situation. Although Nangong Zhe had gathered together for various reasons and coincidentally triggered Nangong Zhe's mental isolation, in essence, it was because Nangong Zhe could not control himself and was unwilling to face reality directly.
Although Nangong Zhe's expression did not change much, it was still noticeable. Frowning might not be a good emotion, but at least it proved that there was something that could stimulate Nangong Zhe, allowing Nangong Zhe's emotions to break through the restraint that Nangong Zhe had on his own will. As long as Elder Qing Mu could stimulate Nangong Zhe's will to a certain extent, then everything could be reversed.
At this moment, Nan Gongzhe had actually fallen into an endless loop that he had set for himself. This did not mean that Nan Gongzhe was an inflexible person. Instead, it was because everyone's thinking was limited. No one was perfect. Even a normal person would inevitably make a lot of mistakes in their daily life, let alone a leader who had to deal with a lot of affairs every day and ensure that his strength would steadily improve and even surpass most people.
"My Lord … I know you can hear me now. I am Qing Mu, the Altar Master of the Green Wood Altar."
Qing Mu attached his internal energy to his throat. Unlike Nangong Zhe and Chi Yan who used their internal energy to amplify their voices, Qing Mu used his internal energy to vibrate his throat constantly, giving his voice a strange charm. His voice rushed directly into Nangong Zhe's ears with a special wave. Although Nangong Zhe had weakened his five senses and could only hear some noises, Qing Mu's voice was like a knife that directly pierced through all obstacles and rushed into Nangong Zhe's mind.
"Qing … Mu?"
Nangong Zhe, who was immersed in his own mind, suddenly heard Qing Mu's voice clearly. He was slightly stunned. After all, even Nangong Zhe could not break free from his self-imposed isolation. When he suddenly heard Qing Mu's voice, Nangong Zhe naturally hoped that Qing Mu, a veteran of the Blood-Cloak Pavilion, would have a way to solve the problem that was happening to him.
"My Lord, are you still not waking up? Although I don't particularly understand what kind of plan you have in mind, but this kind of situation where almost all the elite disciples of the Blood Clothing Pavilion have been exhausted is definitely not something that you have expected! "
Although Qing Mu's words did not directly reprimand Nangong Zhe, his tone was rather stiff. Obviously, he was quite upset. When Nangong Zhe first came to the Blood-Cloak Pavilion, it was Qing Mu who first accepted Nangong Zhe as the successor of the Banishment, the master of the Heavenly Calamity Sword, and the future head of the Blood-Cloak Pavilion. Even when the other Five Elements Altar Masters wanted Nangong Zhe to take the Dragon Transformation Road test, Qing Mu himself was biased towards Nangong Zhe. Now that the most senior and most stable person in the Blood-Cloak Pavilion had begun to resent Nangong Zhe, what kind of attitude would the other people in the Blood-Cloak Pavilion have towards Nangong Zhe?
Nangong Zhe could not help but begin to worry. Although he was very confident that he had recruited many disciples of the Blood-Cloak Pavilion over the years, and he could vaguely sense that the disciples of the Blood-Cloak Pavilion were fighting a bloody battle, Nangong Zhe could not help but begin to doubt himself after hearing Qing Mu's words. He was worried that his many years of effort and management would directly go to waste because of this mistake.
The reason why Nangong Zhe suddenly had such a psychological change was that Nangong Zhe was currently in an endless loop of his own thoughts. All the words that entered Nangong Zhe's mind would be forcibly put into his own endless loop by Nangong Zhe. Then, he would use this endless loop to attack himself. However, the more important reason was the sound technique that Qing Mu used at this moment. This technique was not very common in the Blood-Cloak Pavilion. It was a special attack called 'Demonic Sound'. However, it was only useful when the opponent's mental state was extremely weak, or when there was an obvious flaw in the opponent's mental state.
This kind of weak ability was particularly difficult to use. If one was not careful, the meridians in the neck would be damaged. If it was more serious, it could even directly take the user's life. Qing Mu had accidentally found such a secret book in the Blood-Cloak Pavilion's library. With his extremely strong recovery ability and his extremely steady character, he slowly honed this' Demonic Sound 'while constantly suffering from minor injuries.
Now that Nangong Zhe was in a state of self-doubt, Qing Mu naturally directly used the 'Demonic Sound' to directly trigger the flaw in Nangong Zhe's mind, causing Nangong Zhe to doubt himself again.
"It's not that I don't want to go out! It's not that I don't want to —!!! "
Even though Nangong Zhe was in the mental world, his eyes directly turned scarlet, and even his body became distorted. Suddenly, the originally pitch-black mental world suddenly emitted a popping sound, which was like a bubble bursting. It was enough to show how excited Nangong Zhe was at this moment.
However, Qing Mu, who was in the outside world, could not see the changes in Nangong Zhe's mental world. He could only see Nangong Zhe's constantly changing facial expression. Therefore, Qing Mu naturally thought that his method was effective. He directly used the 'Demonic Sound' again to invade Nangong Zhe's mind, and gave him a strong dose of medicine.
"Overestimating your so-called cleverness and regarding others as chess pieces in your hands. In the end, you completely fail to see your own weakness. This is unwise!
Placing the lives of everyone in the Blood-Cloak Pavilion on the scale and directly destroying the future of the Internal Strength Cultivators is disloyal!
After encountering difficulties, you only know how to blindly escape. Even at a time like this, you still tightly lock yourself in your own mental world. This is unrighteous!
Unwise, disloyal, and unrighteous. What right do you have to sit in the position of the Head of the Blood-Cloak Pavilion?! "
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