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"It's not that we're handing over everything, but some items that I think might be helpful. If we can mass-produce them, it will be an improvement for us as a whole."

Hu Muyao said "Oh," threw the trash into the recycling bin, and prepared to go upstairs.

"You seem to want to talk to me about something?"

Hu Muyao stopped in his tracks and asked nervously, "I want to improve my mental strength, but I don't want to allocate my points to mental strength... so I wanted to ask if you have any methods."

How can an ordinary person artificially enhance their mental strength?

Bai Miao had never heard of such a method.

"Unfortunately, I think the only way to improve right now is through the points rewards within the sect, and even if there are exceptions, the improvement is very slow."

"Yeah……"

After the battle at the reservoir, Hu Muyao fell into serious self-doubt.

Even though Hu Muyao was a newcomer to the organization, he already possessed considerable combat strength.

But at the reservoir, a mental attack knocked her unconscious, and this stark contrast made her begin to doubt whether simply increasing physical strength was a problem.

At this stage, improving physical strength is the most beneficial, as there are very few instances that test mental strength.

This suggestion was drawn by the organization's internal staff after extensive analysis and summarization.

Increase your stamina as much as possible before it reaches 100 points.

"By the way, would you like me to do a psychoanalysis for you? Maybe I can give you some mental advice."

"Oh? You can do this too?"

"Yeah, I learned it in a dungeon. Want to come over to my place if you're interested?"

"it is good."

Hu Muyao readily agreed, but before that, she went home to tell her grandmother that she was going to Bai Miao's house.

After Hu Muyao proposed the idea of ​​improving his mental strength, an idea came to Bai Miao's mind.

If other people were to see what one's spiritual body looks like, what changes would occur?

The ability to perform psychoanalysis on oneself and control one's mental body's actions is a sign of reaching the second level.

If one could see their own spiritual body with the help of psychoanalysis, would there be any spiritual upliftment?

After arranging for Hu Muyao to sit on the sofa, Bai Miao began his psychoanalysis.

This psychoanalysis caused Bai Miao's mental strength to drop by 50 points.

This was the first time Bai Miao had ever encountered such a sharp drop.

Aside from the fact that it was the first time he had undergone psychoanalysis on himself, Hu Muyao was the first person to make Bai Miao feel dizzy.

It not only drains your mental energy, but also takes longer.

Hu Muyao felt a little uncomfortable being stared at, so he could only look down at his toes, and his hands on his legs moved nervously back and forth.

Finally, after a few minutes, Bai Miao saw the mist behind Hu Muyao.

It was a woman wearing a blood-red robe.

Her long black hair cascaded down her back, and all that could be seen on her face was her bright red lips.

The other parts were replaced by red plum blossoms growing outwards.

Especially on the upper right side of her forehead, a cluster of red plum blossoms blooms.

Her pale hands wrapped around Hu Muyao's neck, as if she were hanging her entire body on him.

The other people's spiritual entities remained obediently in the air, but Hu Muyao's spiritual entity seemed to have its own consciousness and interacted with the physical body.

Although she was merely suspended and did not make any additional movements, she was still a special presence.

"Would you like to try to see what your spiritual form looks like? Although I can't use a camera, I can draw it."

Before Hu Muyao could answer, Bai Miao continued, "I don't know how you'll react after seeing your own spiritual body. I can only say that I will do my best to protect your mental stability. So there is a certain risk involved."

"I want to see."

"Okay, then give me some time, I'll draw it."

As he spoke, Bai Miao took out a piece of homework paper and a pencil from the study, sat opposite Hu Muyao, and began to copy her spiritual form.

[Drawing] [Spot the Difference]

With the help of numerous skills, Bai Miao is able to accurately reproduce any detail he sees.

Seeing Bai Miao's skillful painting technique, Hu Muyao asked in surprise, "You're such a good painter..."

"I learned it on my own when I had nothing else to do."

Bai Miao's fingers moved quickly, and it only took him about fifteen minutes to draw the spiritual body on Hu Muyao's body.

During the painting process, Bai Miao always felt that Hu Muyao's spirit was staring at him.

Despite having no eyes, it gave Bai Miao a strong sense of being spied on.

However, Bai Miao didn't pay much attention to it. Apart from his hands being restless, there was nothing unusual about this spiritual entity.

"The color... wait a minute."

The spiritual body has a very monotonous color, consisting of only three colors: red, white, and black.

So coloring is very simple; all you need is a red pen.

After applying the colors, Bai Miao handed the painting to Hu Muyao, while also taking out his Compassionate Staff to keep a close eye on her mental state.

Hu Muyao took a breath and examined it carefully.

The first thing to change was Hu Muyao's own spiritual body.

The red plum blossoms that had been blooming on her face slowly closed their petals, showing a faint tendency to wither.

Bai Miao hurriedly used the Staff of Compassion to treat the injury, but soon realized that it was not a mental injury.

This is a spirit that's about to become a human!

If the spirit becomes human, then the situation is very likely to be like Hearst's, where the physical body transforms into a monster.

"I can't watch anymore!"

Bai Miao snatched the painting from Hu Muyao's hand, and only then did Hu Muyao's eyes slowly regain their luster.

"It's working... Bai Miao, my mental strength has increased by two points!"

Hu Muyao exclaimed in surprise, looking at Bai Miao, "Can I see it one more time?"

This time, Bai Miao didn't agree so easily: "After you saw this painting just now, did you see anything strange?"

Hu Muyao thought about it carefully and shook his head: "No... it's just a painting. Your painting skills are quite realistic, making me feel like it has come to life."

Bai Miao sighed: "It might not be a problem with my drawing skills, but rather that you actually saw your own spiritual body. If nothing unexpected happens, your spiritual body is preparing to take over your body and turn you into a monster."

As he spoke, Bai Miao raised two fingers and switched their positions: "A monster lurks within a person's spirit, and this monster will appear at the right time to seize control."

"If you really get your body taken over, I'm afraid I won't be able to bring you back."

The fervor in Hu Muyao's eyes gradually faded, followed by a wave of lingering fear.

"Then... under what circumstances will I not have my body taken away...?"

"I don't know about that, but what we do know is that viewing one's own spiritual body can indeed increase spiritual power, but it also carries the risk of losing oneself."

Perhaps only by engaging in psychoanalysis can one prevent their body from being taken away in return.

Hu Muyao's situation once again reminded Bai Miao that whether in the real world or in a dungeon, the spirit is a tangible entity.

If you're not careful, it's really easy to mess things up.

After all, there's no psychiatrist like Lecter to provide support here.

Bai Miao felt that psychoanalysis should be used as little as possible in the future, and at least it shouldn't be used on every person one met.

Hu Muyao's spirit is so unique, but who knows how many people are like her?

"If you feel unwell anywhere when you get home tonight, be sure to tell me as soon as possible."

Seeing Bai Miao's serious expression, Hu Muyao also became concerned about his own situation.

She believed that since Bai Miao had said that, there must be a crisis that she was unaware of.

"Yeah...I will."

"Then, get some rest early tonight."

After sending Hu Muyao back, Bai Miao returned to the house, looked at the painting he had thrown into the trash can, thought for a moment, and then picked it up.

Holding the paper, Bai Miao went into the kitchen, lit the stove, and burned it to ashes.

"Hmm... this should work."

After flushing the ashes down the drain, Bai Miao finally felt relieved enough to wash up and go to bed.

……

"Still sleeping? Go feed the chickens!"

A slap woke Bai Miao from the bed. Bai Miao covered his face and jumped up from the bed. He saw a middle-aged rural woman wearing clothes made of hemp cloth standing at the head of the bed.

She wore a brightly colored headscarf, had a very noticeable black mole at the corner of her eye, and was glaring angrily at Bai Miao.

"You're such a grown man and you're still so useless! Let me tell you, when the matchmaker comes, don't say anything out of line. Just shut up and answer whatever she asks. Don't say a word more than necessary! Now get up and go feed the chickens!"

As she spoke, she raised her hand, intending to strike again.

In Bai Miao's memory, those large hands used for tilling the fields were very powerful, and they really hurt when they hit him.

"Mother! Mother! Stop hitting her! Stop hitting her! I'll go feed her!"

Bai Miao bared his teeth and charged out of the small mud house. Relying on his memory, he found a bowl of chicken feed and made clucking noises to attract the chickens in the house.

Watching the chickens pecking at the ground, Bai Miao scratched his head and scattered feed, muttering, "Chickens aren't worth much. It would be better to raise a few pigs, a few sheep, or even a cow."

Soon his thoughts drifted away with his fantasies, imagining himself leading an ox along the ridges of the fields, with the villagers along the way looking at him with envy.

"Snapped!"

Another slap brought Bai Miao back to reality.