Xiao Ling was taken aback, his mind racing with questions. What was happening? Was this the work of a ghost creating an illusion? Perhaps someone biased to General Nan Xuanjin. The thought felt delusional, yet it lingered like an unsettling whisper.
Chun Fu and He Zhen, sensing his shock, exchanged worried glances, concern etching their features.
A decision flickered in Xiao Ling's mind; clarity began to emerge amidst the chaos. Hypnosis was one thing, but as far as he knew, ghosts lacked that ability—illusions were their true domain. This ability lay with the Crimsons, yet Chun Fu's insights could lead to a precarious downfall for both He Zhen and himself.
He needed to think this through. Illusions could be cast by ghosts on themselves or others as ghosts, humans or even gods, and charging into the fray could prove disastrous. What if they were merely human illusions, masking deeper truths?
With a deep breath, Xiao Ling closed his eyes and reached out to Chun Fu in mind state, communicating, as said before, formulating a plan that felt both audacious and necessary. He deftly removed one of his fu-zan, drawing intricate symbols in the air, sending the rest of the plan to He Zhen, who stood ready behind him.
His loyal black cat, nestled against him, was head to the plan—though it seemed absurd, the feline's instinctive nature could prove advantageous
Once everything was settled, Xiao Ling stepped boldly into the crowd, his voice ringing out above the murmurs. "Nan Xuanjin, you say? I come bearing the beliefs of the fire god, Jiajun Wu."
Chun Fu and He Zhen exchanged horrified looks, as if hearing a child died. Jiajun Wu was not just any deity; he was the highest among the gods in the heavens, and his presence always heralded trouble. His very name meant "handsome," and indeed, he was strikingly beautiful. Women would flock to his shrine, often entranced by his portraits, forgetting their worship in favor of admiring his allure.
It was no wonder so many were drawn to him; moreover, his majority of womans worshipping him.
In the mortal realm, Jiajun Wu's life mirrored his divine existence. Tales of his part in epic battles were intertwined with stories of intimate encounters. Both tales are in higher numbers. He had been both a savior and a seducer; mostly a seducer.
He Zhen shook his head and looked over to the cat, he whispered to it "sorry I'm doing this but it's for the best ok, cat lord"
He touched the cat, making him believe that he controlled water from birth and it's normal.
Suddenly a soft thud echo-ed over the domain. One of his fu-zan of fell to the mud, he bends down to pick it up and excuses himself to clean it up. His face extended into a serious look washing his fu-Zan in the pond.
Was it all intended; yes, it was. He took the charm which Nan Xuanjin had gave him and absorbed water in it, while inhaling the power with his fu-zan, all doing it unnoticeably.
The he walked towards to the cat, making him touch the fu-Zan transferring the power to him. He gave Chun Fu a nod, as he teleported a flower on one of the people in the parade.
A catmint, Calm, sluggish cats usually become agile and their play instinct is awakened.
Seeing the flower, made the cat hyped jumping higher using the water abilities given to him knocking one down, soon all as Chun fu moved the flower in the direction of others in the parade. As expected, the illusion went down, they were only humans captured in this game of minds.
Safely they had kept their identity, and made these humans be safe as He Zhen withdrew the hypnosis.
Well the point was not to keep their identity safe yet giving signals they were gods so that the ghost comes from where he hid.
Humans can't see these abilities emitted by gods yet ghost can so who is watching them could understand it is a signal.
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"Curse them Meng Yao, those two gods. Leave the blue eyed"
"Yes Lord...bless me with luck"
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A new born child who was carried by their mother comes near the river...