This book taught them how to fight using mental power, which was very useful for her current situation. Anyway, she had nothing else to do, and having something to focus on was better than idling.
Following her habit, An Jiu first skimmed through the entire book to get a general idea of its content, then began to read carefully.
Whether practicing internal or external skills, one must be thorough and avoid rushing. If an ordinary person reads like this, it would be very dangerous. But An Jiu’s control over her body and mental power was at a level comparable to a machine. This approach made it easier for her to grasp methods of controlling mental power.
According to Elder Zhi, pure mental power could also shoot out Jingxian, but unlike physical arrows, these mental arrows had almost no killing power against martial artists above the sixth level of mental power. Even if the shooter’s mental power had reached the pinnacle, it couldn’t be fatal. However, it was quite effective on people with weak mental power and left no wounds on corpses.
This was a skill Elder Zhi had pondered for many years. With nothing else to do, An Jiu found a bow to practice.
Now An Jiu understood why every time she went to find Elder Zhi, he would draw his bow for a long time without shooting.
After practicing for most of the day, Mei Jiu said worriedly, “It doesn’t seem to be working.”
An Jiu had been practicing non-stop, seeming tireless, but Mei Jiu felt like her body was about to fall apart.
“We need to try it on someone to know,” An Jiu said.
Unlike internal energy, mental power does not affect inanimate objects.
Mei Jiu hurriedly said, “No, don’t kill anyone else.”
She thought of the events of the past few days and felt like the sky was falling. In the dozen years she had traveled with her mother, every place had left her with an impression of peace and tranquility. She had never imagined the world could be so dark and cruel.
“Even though you still say such things, you’ve changed,” An Jiu could sense it.
The current Mei Jiu no longer startled at the sight of dead bodies, nor did she cower in fear as much. Although in An Jiu’s view, this change was minimal, she was indeed different from before.
Mei Jiu’s feelings were complex. She hesitated, “I should be able to join the Crane Control Army, right?”
She was still afraid of living such a dangerous life.
An Jiu had set self-destruction as her goal. She was still confused about other aspects of life, so how could she advise others?
The three-day agreement with Mo Sigui passed.
An Jiu took the fan and waited outside his door.
She didn’t understand Mo Sigui but felt he wasn’t someone who would carelessly make empty threats. Although the bet only involved a “philandering” fan, what he had staked was his pride and dignity.
After lunch, An Jiu practiced shooting Jingxian under the corridor.
Mental power was truly mysterious, invisible, and intangible. After practicing for so long, without finding an opportunity to test it, there was no way to verify the results.
In the evening, Mo Sigui kicked open his door with a bang and stepped out looking refreshed.
An Jiu caught sight of him from the corner of her eye, turned and aimed the bow at him, then released her finger, letting out the gathered mental power.
The bowstring hummed softly.
“Ha—” Mo Sigui’s laugh cut off abruptly, his entire body freezing. Even his complexion paled for a moment.
An Jiu didn’t know what level of martial artist Mo Sigui was, but he was definitely above the sixth level. Even if she had truly formed a mental power Jingxian, it couldn’t kill him.
“How does it feel?” An Jiu approached to interview the victim.
After a while, Mo Sigui could move his body again. He rubbed his temples and glared at An Jiu. “Mei Fourteen! What did you do?”
Ling Gu had seen clearly that Miss Mei was far away, and the bowstring was empty. “You must be too exhausted, having only eaten two bowls of porridge in three days.”
“Is that so?” Mo Sigui said suspiciously.