Of course, Mo Hua subtly egged them on, with little remarks to create an atmosphere and divert attention.
Or, when there was no way for Mr. Hui to dodge, he’d remind him to lift his head, exposing his face for the corpse spirits.
Yet these corpse spirits weren’t simple.
All their moves were aimed at the cultivator’s head.
If bitten on the head, a strand of malignant evil thought would enter through the wound, breach the Sea of Consciousness’ gate, and infiltrate a cultivator’s mind.
The real "corpse poison" of these corpse spirits wasn’t in the flesh nor the Spiritual Power but in the Sea of Consciousness.
Earlier when Mr. Hui was bitten, a wisp of cyan-black poisonous thought had already infiltrated his Sea of Consciousness through his forehead.
Mr. Hui wasn’t aware, nor could the others see it, but Mo Hua saw it all clearly.
Of course, fearing Mr. Hui couldn’t handle the truth, he kept silent, covertly monitoring Mr. Hui’s state instead.
He had been curious before.
The erosion of the demon-type evil thought upon a normal cultivator, he wondered what it would be like, whether there was a gradual process, and what the symptoms would be.
Unfortunately, he never had the chance to study it.
Now an actual "case" lay before him, and Mo Hua naturally wanted to observe carefully.
Regrettably though, up till now, Mr. Hui hadn’t shown any abnormalities.
Mo Hua pondered; perhaps the dose of this "corpse poison" evil thought was too small to show toxicity.
Or due to the divine thought resilience of a Third Grade Golden Core cultivator, the Second Grade’s evil thought had little effect on those at the Golden Core Realm.
Or it’s still the "incubation period", with symptoms unmanifested.
"Let’s see if there are any other corpse spirits, lure them over, and have them bite Mr. Hui a few more times."
"If truly effective, then..." Mo Hua considered for a moment, his eyes suddenly brightened:
"I will catch some evil spirits and attempt to cultivate a virus-like ’corpse spirit’."
"In the future, if someone above the Golden Core wants to kill me and I can’t battle them, I’ll find a way to unwittingly poison them with these evil thoughts, corrupt their Sea of Consciousness, disrupt their mind, and corrode their Taoist Heart..."
Mo Hua’s eyes grew increasingly bright.
He pondered further, believing that his idea was feasible.
However, actual practice is vital; any hypothesis requires validation through real-world examples.
Mo Hua nodded.
Subsequently, he continued to lead the way while secretly monitoring Mr. Hui to verify his hypothesis of poisoning through evil thought.
Meanwhile, Mr. Hui, blissfully unaware, harbored thoughts of imprisoning Mo Hua to use for his own benefit, as he stepped deeper into the tomb.