Under One Person: From Nascent Soul to Great Sacred Body

How can one capture spirits when one's own soul is unstable?

"Hey Feng Tianyang, if you don't want to meet me, why did you call me over?"

Seeing that Feng Tianyang was still mobilizing the Qi in his body, Wuming directly interrupted Feng Tianyang's actions.

If Feng Tianyang were to use the Spirit Binding Technique during this timeframe, heavenly lightning would likely strike instantly.

If it weren't for the combined efforts of Wuming and Kunsheng, Feng Zhenghao would never have been able to temporarily control Feng Tianyang's body; at most, he could only perceive the outside world through a hazy, dreamlike state.

"Damn it, if it weren't for the fact that your dad is a great shaman from Liangshan, I would have beaten you up."

Seeing that Feng Zhenghao was still in a daze, Wuming spat and walked away, swinging his clothes.

"and many more!"

Seeing Wuming leave, Feng Zhenghao immediately called out.

Through Wuming's few words, Feng Zhenghao knew that the person in front of him knew "himself".

As long as it's not a fight to the death, he can communicate with and persuade the other party.

"What's wrong? You have something to say again?"

"Why don't you just go home and play with ghosts?"

Wuming, who was carrying Feng Zhenghao, grinned, then his expression changed. He turned around impatiently and said to Feng Zhenghao in a sarcastic tone.

"Playing with ghosts?"

Feng Zhenghao shook his head slightly, straightened his collar, and then cupped his hands in a gesture of respect to Wuming.

Since we lack the ability to use our hands, we can only rely on talking.

"you"

As soon as he opened his mouth, Feng Zhenghao realized that he didn't know the name of the person in front of him.

"Young Master Feng really does have a bad memory."

"They've even forgotten my name."

Wuming grinned, looking at Feng Zhenghao with a half-smile.

That look sent a chill down Feng Zhenghao's spine.

"Just call me Nameless."

"Young Master Feng, I know that people like you who like to play with ghosts might have some mental issues, but I didn't expect you to not even remember my name."

"I have a piece of advice for you: whatever you're doing, stop right now."

"Otherwise, it's a small matter if it affects the brain, but a big matter if it affects the spirit."

Wuming slowly looked at Feng Zhenghao in front of him and said.

"Also, here's the information you requested.

Wuming raised his hand and pointed, and a ball of light floated out from his fingertip, heading towards Feng Zhenghao's brow.

This is information about Jingming's other identity, Xuanci Shenwei Miaofa Zhenjun.

"The Divine Mighty and Wondrous True Lord of Profound Compassion?"

"Are there really people like this in this world?"

Looking at the information that appeared in his mind, Feng Zhenghao's eyes widened in surprise.

"I've given you the things; I won't concern myself with anything else."

"Don't give me the payment."

Seeing Feng Zhenghao lost in thought again, Wuming grinned and then held out his palm to Feng Zhenghao.

What is your compensation?

Upon hearing this, Feng Zhenghao responded instinctively.

Feng Zhenghao immediately realized that he had been exposed.

But then I thought, if I can remember the other person’s name, it’s normal that I would forget what the reward was, right?

"The cultivation methods of the Liangshan shamans."

"What, you want to back out?"

As he spoke, Wuming narrowed his eyes, and his Qi emanated from his body, exerting immense pressure on Feng Zhenghao.

"how come."

"I just had a mishap in my cultivation and forgot about it for the time being."

Sensing the pressure emanating from Wuming, Feng Zhenghao forced a smile and said.

"Hahaha, I knew you wouldn't dare."

Wuming smiled and extended his palm in front of Feng Zhenghao.

"I didn't bring out the density."

Looking at the palm in front of him, Feng Zhenghao said in a low voice.

"Things shouldn't happen more than three times, my friend."

The temperature of the unnamed words dropped to freezing point.

“I can write it to you right now.”

Sensing the chilling killing intent emanating from Wuming, Feng Zhenghao quickly spoke.

Then he began to rub the paper and pen on his body.

"I have it here."

Wuming smiled and took out a pen and some paper from his pocket.

Feng Zhenghao was slightly taken aback when he saw the fountain pen in front of him.

Then it dawned on me that fountain pens did exist during the Republic of China era.

Shashasha~

Squatting on the ground, Feng Zhenghao carefully wrote down the shaman's cultivation techniques.

In fact, it is part of the process of summoning spirits and commanding generals.

His grandfather, Feng Tianyang, knew the shaman's techniques, but he didn't.

"You know the truth."

Wuming smiled with satisfaction as he took the paper and pen that Feng Zhenghao handed back.

Feng Zhenghao is clever; he wrote down some things commonly used by shamans.

If I were to write down the entire "Binding Spirits and Sending Generals" chapter, I'm afraid I'd die right after I finished.

"Since you're so sensible, I'll give you some advice."

"This Xuanci Divine Might Wonderful Dharma True Lord is not to be trifled with."

"If you have a grudge against him, I advise you to give up."

"The images I just showed you are all real. Some of them were painstakingly extracted from the souls of the eyewitnesses at the time."

"So, if you have a grudge, it's better to commit suicide than to seek revenge."

The nameless man contentedly tucked the paper into his pocket.

"Remember to contact me next time you need anything."

"I have a lot of connections in this area, and I can command everyone in the entire organization."

As he spoke, the nameless voice gradually faded into the distance.

All-rounder?

nameless?

Rootless?!

Feng Zhenghao's eyes widened, and he opened his mouth to ask something.

However, as Wuming withdrew the token that had been stuck to Feng Tianyang's forehead, Feng Zhenghao collapsed to the ground.

"Hoohoo!"

Inside the Tianxia Group, Feng Zhenghao, holding the token, stared wide-eyed and breathed heavily.

The token also fell onto the coffee table, shaking violently.

"President Feng, what's going on?"

Kun Sheng, sitting opposite Feng Zhenghao, blinked and looked at Feng Zhenghao with concern.

"I"

Feng Zhenghao opened his mouth, about to tell what he had experienced, when he suddenly realized something.

I can say, but not everything.