Douluo: Martial Soul Research Diary

Chapter 120 The Wall of Mind
"Just now, I was just thinking of Imperial Style, 6th Edition."

Ning Tian offered a flustered explanation.

As if a secret had been discovered, his tone was anxious.

"Be steady!" Ning Fengzhi advised.

After hearing Ning Tian's explanation, everyone said "Oh" again, unsurprised.

At this moment, Han Tao had already escaped from the illusion.

To cover his embarrassment, Ning Tian stepped forward and asked:

"Han Tao, can that illusionary soul bone transmit your thoughts to others?"

Han Tao nodded: "Yes."

Having received the answer, Ning Tian looked up in surprise, his eyes shining: "Really?"

"Wouldn't that mean..."

"Could you share my book, 'Imperial Customs,' with others?"

"What did you say?" Ning Rongrong said angrily.

Then, he took out a wooden stick from his soul tool and slammed it heavily on his head.

"Ouch!" Ning Tian cried out in pain.

Han Tao hesitated.
When I opened the "Illusionary Space" just now, I couldn't read Ning Tian's thoughts.
why?
It's rather outrageous, but strangely possible.
"Yellow waste, wrapping up one's thoughts, hiding one's memories."

Think about it.
Someone secretly reads your thoughts, and all they see is a mountain of yellow waste.

It contains all the content of Empire Style 1-5, an endless stream of lustful love, so I had no desire to explore further.

"That's not a bad idea."

Thinking of this, Han Tao's expression turned serious.

He patted Ning Rongrong on the shoulder, helping Ning Tian out of the predicament.

"Ning Tian is right."

Rongrong looked completely bewildered: "He's right?"

Ning Fengzhi's expression changed; he wanted to hear Han Tao's explanation.

"A mental network, a mental link, allows you to perceive the thoughts of your teammates, but at the same time, your own thoughts will also be known to your teammates."

Ning Fengzhi nodded: "Mm."

Sword Douluo became somewhat interested; he was extremely curious about the skills of the head spirit bone.
He asked, "And then?"

Han Tao was silent for a moment before suggesting a possibility:
"What if I link up with the enemy?"

Everyone was shocked!
"Why link to the enemy?" Sword Douluo asked, puzzled.

"Ha!" Gu Rong chuckled contemptuously and mocked, "An enemy is an enemy, and a teammate is a teammate."

"If you can't even understand this, you might as well just focus on your cultivation and give up on the Soul Bone Technique."

Ning Rongrong didn't question it, but her focus was a bit strange: "But... what does this have to do with what Ning Tian said?"

Han Tao smiled and said, "If I link with the enemy, then the form of the battle will change."

"The enemy's thinking and our thinking are shared in real time, and both sides can easily learn about the enemy's strategy."

"And the yellow waste produced by Ning Tian can protect our thinking from being known by the enemy."

Ning Tian immediately objected: "My works are not pornographic waste!"

“Exactly!” Ning Fengzhi’s words had a double meaning.

Bone Douluo waved his hand: "Too much talk and too much trouble!"

In Gu Rong's view, why should battles between Soul Masters be so complicated? It's just a matter of flashing your Soul Rings and attacking.

I've never heard of combat strategies, mind reading, or mind decryption.

I'm not a support-type Soul Master, so what use is it for me to know this?

“Indeed!” Chen Xin nodded in agreement.

His views are the same as Gu Rong's, only he is a little more modest.

I haven't had any contact with them, so I don't understand, but I respect them.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School meeting has concluded.

Han Tao approached several teammates: "We need to practice!"

"The method of reverse thinking has already found its direction; now we need to familiarize ourselves with it, master it, and apply it!"

Ye Lingling frowned, not understanding what she meant.

"Okay!" she agreed anyway.

Han Tao turned to Ning Rongrong: "Rongrong, let's practice together!"

"Yay! Yay!" she jumped up happily.

Interactive thinking carries risks. Han Tao's memories are precious, and the risk increases with each additional person involved.

After making up his mind, Han Tao began to use his Soul Bone Skill: "Illusory Space".

Ning Rongrong barged in.

Han Tao used his consciousness to ask, "Can you sense my thoughts?"

A response came from the other end: "Okay!" Han Tao began to retrieve his memories, placing the "yellow waste" produced by Ning Tian in the shallow layer of his consciousness.

Like a mental fortress, it was gradually reinforced under Han Tao's guidance.

The connection of thoughts is the deepest and clearest.

For the first time, Han Tao truly felt Ning Rongrong's intense emotions and her incredibly selfish "love."

Yes, her love was selfish.

That's why she wouldn't allow Ye Lingling to interfere in Han Tao's world.

"You should hide your emotions," Han Tao said coldly, his face expressionless.

Ning Rongrong wasn't angry; in fact, she had a smile on her face: "This time, at least you didn't scold me!"

"Han Tao, do you know that when your thoughts are linked, your emotions can't be hidden?"

Her tone gradually softened.

Han Tao countered, "What did you feel?"

Ning Rongrong went too far.

It even let out a strange, cacophony of laughter:

"Although you hide your emotions very well, these things can't stop the genius beauty Ning Rongrong!"

"I've found out that you like me, that you 'love' me!"

Han Tao did not interrupt her.

Isn't this act of exploring "love" the most appropriate way to take the initiative?
Although Han Tao, as the defender, seemed weak at the start, he gradually strengthened his "mental fortress".

From countless fragments of memory, pick out all sorts of messy yellow scraps, interweave, combine, and embed them.

To build a complete wall of memories.

"This is a practice session."

"This is just a practice session."

Yellow waste, monotonous daily routines, and these worthless memories constitute the bricks and tiles of the city wall.

Until it is completely flawless and without any flaws.

"Hehehehehehehe!"

"Han Tao, I saw it with my own eyes. I saw how disheveled you looked as you crossed the poisonous barrier, wearing the Love-Sickness Heartbreak Red."

"You like me, don't you? Han Tao, you like me!!"

Rongrong was still yelling from the side.
Han Tao asked, puzzled, "It seems...it's not working?"

Ning Tian's case serves as a precedent.

The existing cases cannot be replicated. Could it be due to my own oversight?
As his gaze and memories intertwined, Han Tao's thoughts traversed millennia, then came to a standstill.

"The suffering a person endures can drive him forward and prevent the tragedy from repeating itself."

"Huo Yuhao, the God of Emotions".

"What truly isolates thought processes is not so-called pornographic material."

Han Tao paused: "It was, rather, an extremely intense emotion."

Emotions, emotions driven to the extreme of madness, are like a mountain, blocking all outside attention.

Han Tao's choice was: "Despair!"

Han Tao had witnessed the darkness of this world firsthand. The Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul's growth base of 0.1 was a despairing, suffocating despair.

Guided by despair, these mundane fragments of memory construct a new wall.

"Han Tao, I can't see your thoughts anymore!"

Her tone was dejected.

The results were quickly verified, and Han Tao's smile, tinged with relief, gradually turned into a wild laugh: "Hahahahahaha!"

Ning Rongrong stomped her foot, still unconvinced, and searched again.

"Nothing to show for it, nothing to show for it, still nothing to show for it!"

Two hours, three hours.
Long periods of time passed quietly, but her search did not stop.

Like a homeless traveler who encounters a fleeting glimmer of light, never to be seen again, yet spends a lifetime searching for it.

"Sigh!" Han Tao sighed slightly.

Han Tao decided to give the girl a little encouragement.

He placed his memories of acknowledging Ning Rongrong's efforts and a tiny bit of "happiness" for her in a corner of his mental fortress.

"Huh?" Ning Rongrong's eyes suddenly lit up.

A small dimple involuntarily appeared on the side of her face.
Her lips curved like a bright moon.

An indescribable joy, like a surging wave, surged through her mind.

"Emotions are contagious."

Han Tao could sense her happiness.

A kind of innocent, pure, and incredibly selfish joy.

(End of this chapter)