Chapter 7: The Tragically Thick Barrier
As a mobile phone, Shura Summoner should have the basic function of a mobile phone: making calls.

That is the [instant messaging function].

This function can directly transmit sound into the target object's mind in the form of brain waves, and can even communicate across the air. It is more convenient than Ares's thousand-mile sound transmission technique.

"Miss Wang!"

Wang Yuyan, who had already walked far away, looked back.

The voice belonged to the fortune teller from before, but she had already walked far away, so how could she hear the fortune teller's voice?

Could it be an auditory hallucination?
Li Jie said, "Miss Wang, I am talking to your brain."

"Ah?" Wang Yuyan exclaimed with her hands covering her mouth, her pretty face full of surprise.

It wasn't an auditory hallucination, but rather speaking directly to her brain. What kind of magical power is this?
Ah Zhu and Ah Bi saw Wang Yuyan suddenly called out and asked, "Miss Wang, what's wrong with you?"

Wang Yuyan was about to tell the truth when Li Jie's voice continued to come: "Don't be nervous, just treat it as a voice transmission over a thousand miles. If you want to know the method to make Murong Fu return to you, just pretend nothing happened."

Hearing the three words "Murong Fu", Wang Yuyan was happy in her heart, but her expression calmed down, and she said, "Azhu, Abi, don't worry, I'm fine."

Ah Zhu and Ah Bi looked at each other and knew that Miss Wang was thinking of a way to make the young master give up his ambition to restore his country.

Not to mention that this method does not exist, even if it does exist, Miss Wang cannot use it.

After all, they were trained to assist Murong Fu, so they tried to persuade Wang Yuyan one after another to stop having such undue thoughts.

However, they never expected that a voice would pass through them and directly enter Wang Yuyan's head in front of them.

In comparison, their persuasion seemed pale and powerless.

Wang Yuyan ignored it.

Li Jie said, "Miss Wang, you just need to recite it silently in your heart, and I will be able to hear your answer. So do you want this method or not?"

"Yes!" Wang Yuyan immediately said to herself.

...What a quick answer!

Ask what love is in the world, and teach you the promise of life and death.

Li Jie couldn't understand these love-brained people, after all, he was a single aristocrat.

Forget it, even if it’s just love-brained, the weakness is obvious.

Li Jie complimented, "Very good. From your answer, Miss Wang, I can sense your deep love for Mr. Murong. Mr. Murong is truly the happiest man in the world to have won the heart of a beautiful woman like you!"

Wang Yuyan couldn't help feeling a little proud when she heard the compliment.

Sweet and very comfortable.

As the saying goes: "When you are happy, you will get carried away." Ancient wisdom points out this truth: when people are happy, they will lose control of themselves.

Those who cannot control themselves will be controlled by others.

Li Jie struck while the iron was hot and continued, "Then I won't waste my words. You just need to teach me a martial art and I will tell you the method."

Wang Yuyan was delighted again when she heard this.

She has read all the martial arts secrets in the Langhuan Blessed Land and is familiar with hundreds of martial arts. There are very few martial arts in the world that she doesn't know. For her, teaching a martial art is a piece of cake!
"Just tell me what martial arts you want to learn."

Wang Yuyan felt proud and expectant, and felt that she was only one step away from finding that method.

I even started to imagine my happy life with my cousin.

Li Jie said: "Northern Divine Art."

The pride, expectation and fantasy in Wang Yuyan's heart were instantly poured with a bucket of cold water.

The Divine Art of the North Sea?

I haven't heard of it. If it can be called a magical skill, it must not be an ordinary martial art.

Wang Yuyan thought about it but couldn't remember any information about Bei Ming Divine Art. She muttered to herself, "Mr. Li, which sect does this martial art belong to? Why have I never heard of it?"

Li Jie said: "From the Xiaoyao Sect."

Wang Yuyan was stunned again. She had heard of all the famous sects in the martial arts world, whether they were still in existence or had disappeared, but she had never heard of the Xiaoyao Sect.

"Please forgive my ignorance, Yuyan. I have never heard of the Xiaoyao Sect. I am afraid I can't help you, sir."

Wang Yuyan felt sad when she thought that she couldn't help Li Jie and would miss that method.

Seeing this, Ah Zhu and Ah Bi looked at each other in bewilderment.

What happened to Miss Wang?
Is it because there is no way in the world to "make the young master give up his ambition to restore his country and stay wholeheartedly with Miss Wang" that he is so depressed?

wrong!

We should think about it the other way around: Does Miss Wang really want to control the young master?
This...is not impossible.

As the saying goes, like mother, like daughter. Miss Wang's mother, Madam Wang, was so powerful that she threatened to chop off their hands and feet when they arrived on the island without paying their respects. She also often captured people to use as fertilizer for the flowers, and especially looked down on their young master.

It is understandable that Miss Wang, influenced by her surroundings, has some of Mrs. Wang's manners.

As you grow older, you will inevitably become stronger.

Ah Zhu and Ah Bi thought of the increasingly powerful Miss Wang, and then thought of the future life of the Young Master and Miss Wang. Could it be that the revived Dayan in the future will be another Mantuo Villa?
Burying corpses under the flowers is scary just thinking about it!
While the two girls were daydreaming, Li Jie's voice continued to reach Wang Yuyan's head: "Miss Wang, don't belittle yourself. You can do it."

Wang Yuyan muttered to herself, “I really can’t do anything.”

Li Jie said: "The reason why you feel powerless is because you don't know your identity. Once you know your identity, you will find that learning Bei Ming Divine Art is as easy as taking something out of your bag."

Wang Yuyan was confused. What identity could I have?
She really couldn't figure out what the relationship was between herself, Xiaoyao Sect, and Beiming Divine Art, so she silently said, "Please enlighten me, sir."

Li Jie said: "First go to a place called Leigushan and find the deaf-mute Mr. Su Xinghe."

Wang Yuyan's knowledge of the outside world was all from books, and she had no idea where Leigu Mountain was, so she asked, "Azhu, Abi, where is Leigu Mountain?"

Ah Zhu said, "There are many Leigushans in the world. Which Leigushan is Miss Wang talking about?"

Wang Yuyan said, "Where the deaf-mute Mr. Su Xinghe is."

Ah Zhu said, "The deaf-mute gentleman from the Deaf-mute Sect? That's the Leigu Mountain near Songshan Mountain. Miss Wang, why are you asking about Leigu Mountain? The young master is not there."

Feng Boye then interjected, "Young Master is going to Shaolin. Since Leigu Mountain is near Songshan Mountain, it may not be impossible for him to meet you."

Although he didn't know what the young master was going to Shaolin for, this was the information he received, so he had to head north to the Shaolin Temple in Songshan next.

Feng Bo'e loved fighting all his life. If he went to Shaolin Temple, he might get a fight.

Ah Zhu also wants to go to Shaolin Temple to steal the Yi Jin Jing.

Wang Yuyan was going to Leigushan and happened to be going the same way as them, so they discussed and decided to set off together.

Bao Bu Tong had other important matters to attend to, so he left first, while A Bi returned to Yanziwu.

Meanwhile, in the apricot forest.

Law enforcement elders and power transmission elders were invited one after another.

Qiao Feng introduced the six elders of the Beggars' Sect to Li Jie one by one, and then said in a loud voice: "My fellow brothers, Qiao Feng came here today to do three things. The first is to find the real murderer who killed Deputy Sect Leader Ma."

The elders, helmsman, and disciples of the Beggar Gang all felt something strange when they heard this. They didn't know why, but they always felt that there was something strange in the tone of the gang leader's voice.

It was as if there was a tragically thick barrier between them.

(End of this chapter)