NOVPUB"Just thinking about it and he will die, is it really that magical?"
Wu Bin had never signed any contracts with others, so he was naturally very curious at this time.
Little did he know, just as he had the thought, Saul, kneeling on the ground, suddenly felt a pain so intense that he wished for death.
"No, Master, please stop, I’ll die like this! Quickly stop!"
Wu Bin was startled and subconsciously started thinking about other things and stuff.
Sure enough, Saul stopped yelling all at once.
But that kind of pain from the depths of his soul still made Saul unable to help but lay prostrate on the ground, as though half his life had been taken away.
Zhu Ling, smiling, said from the side, "This is your first time trying to use your thoughts, so it’s normal that you can’t control them. But in fact, if you really wanted to kill him, you would need to have a resolute will. That is to say, when your emotions about killing him peak and you make a firm decision, only then will he die."
"So, you don’t have to worry about accidentally killing him; that won’t happen."
Wu Bin, who had been somewhat nervous, now felt like he was starting to grasp the concept after Zhu Ling explained it this way.
Many people might find controlling with their thoughts to be a very troublesome thing, or rather, a matter with a high error rate.
But in reality, it’s not.
It’s like lying in bed right now, the weather is a bit hot and you want to get a drink of water, but you also don’t want to get up.
At this moment, whether to get up or not becomes a choice.
If you really make up your mind to get up, then your thought is genuine, and at the same time, your body will prepare to get up and fetch the water.
Conversely, if you just think about it but have no intention to act, then your thought is not genuine, and naturally, nothing will happen.
Wu Bin tried to feel according to this method and found that he could indeed control the thoughts in his mind quite easily.
Moreover, he could also easily distinguish which thoughts were genuine and which were not.
Zhu Ling, perceptive to Wu Bin’s changes, couldn’t help but look at him with astonishment.
"Brother, you truly have a unique talent. I spent nearly two years trying to freely control my own thoughts, but you managed to grasp it in an instant. That’s incredible!"
At this time, the look in Zhu Ling’s eyes was full of admiration as he looked at Wu Bin, while Saul, lying on the ground, wanted to cry but had no tears.
He had been deceived!
Saul had thought that since Wu Bin had the Phoenix Bloodline, he must be someone with a background and heritage.
Even if he had no ties to the Phoenix clan, he should at least be the descendant of some hidden, prestigious family, right?
But Saul never expected that he had guessed completely wrong.
Wu Bin didn’t even understand what it meant to control his own thoughts with brawling intent, which showed that Wu Bin was an absolute amateur with no background at all!
Finished, what kind of future could there be following such a master? He had ruined himself!
But it was too late for Saul to regret it now, as he had already signed a master-servant contract with Wu Bin. This meant that Wu Bin could make him wish for death with just a thought, whenever he wanted.
Even if Wu Bin turned out to be useless in the future, Saul could only be this useless person’s servant, with no way out.
After confirming everything was in order, Zhu Ling said to Saul, "All right, it’s about time you stop hiding things. If you have any treasures, you can bring them out now, so we can take our pick."
As soon as Saul heard this, his face changed instantly.
"Treasure... what treasure?"
Zhu Ling sneered, "You don’t think I’d believe those are all your possessions just because you brought out a box, do you?"
"Your Dragon Slave was able to build such a huge underwater palace for you, so you must be no unknown commoner. Now that you’re my brother’s servant, are you sure you don’t want to tell us the truth?"
"Brother, he’s not being honest, kill him."
Upon hearing Zhu Ling say this, Saul instantly chickened out.
"No, no! I have treasures, all my treasures. You can take whatever you like!"
Saul’s legs were shaking as he hurriedly opened his mouth and spat out a ball of light.
When the ball of light fell to the ground and the light dissipated, three items appeared.
The first was a Dragon Ball, Saul’s Dragon Ball.
Generally speaking, a Dragon Ball is like each dragon’s life-bound magical treasure, and it’s not something that would be given away lightly.
It could be said that a dragon without its Dragon Ball is basically a lesser dragon, perhaps even inferior to a Jiao.
But at this moment, Saul actually spat out his Dragon Ball, clearly showing that he had been truly frightened by Zhu Ling.
After all, this girl kept threatening to kill him, and what if Wu Bin actually listened? Wouldn’t he die in vain?
Rather than having them dig out his Dragon Ball after his death, it was better to show his loyalty by spitting it out himself.
Just as Saul had thought, upon seeing the Dragon Ball, Zhu Ling said with disdain, "Who wants your lousy bead? Swallow it back."
Upon hearing this, Saul’s face blossomed into a smile, and he hurriedly opened his mouth to swallow the Dragon Ball back in.
Zhu Ling turned her attention to the other two items.
The second treasure was a staff. This iron staff seemed quite ordinary, without any discernible features—not even Zhu Ling could recognize its origin.
"Saul, what is this?"
Saul hurriedly explained, "I don’t know what this is either. My Dragon Slave found this staff in the sea while building the palace for me."
"Although I don’t know the function of this staff, it’s very sturdy. I can’t break it," he continued.
As soon as Saul mentioned that he couldn’t break the staff, Zhu Ling immediately became interested.
It’s known that the power wielded by a dragon far surpasses the imagination of ordinary people, even that of common Cultivators.
So if this staff were an ordinary magical treasure, it would definitely break if Saul used his strength on it.
But now, as Zhu Ling picked up the staff, she found that apart from its unattractive appearance, with a surface that looked like it was coated with bronze rust, there was nothing else remarkable about it.
Zhu Ling instinctively felt it was a treasure. She turned to Wu Bin and said, "Brother, do you want this staff? I don’t know what it is, but I think it must be a treasure. It just seems a bit too heavy, try to see if you can lift it."
When Zhu Ling passed the staff, she was very cautious, as her initial estimate was that the staff weighed at least over a hundred pounds, and not just anyone could lift it.
She had already made up her mind that if Wu Bin couldn’t lift it, she would keep it for herself.
But to her surprise, Wu Bin casually took the staff in his hand and picked it up with just one hand, even giving it a shake.
Wu Bin said nonchalantly, "It’s not heavy at all, feels light as a feather. Do you think it’s heavy?"
As he spoke, he casually placed the staff on the ground.
The ground was immediately smashed into a crater!
