Nascent Soul Rebirth: Starting as a Wizard

A snap of the fingers is merely a signal that triggers a pre-existing psychological suggestion.

He bent down and pulled out a flat peach wood box from a hidden compartment under the cot.

Upon opening the box, one finds a dozen or so fine, gleaming silver needles, arranged side-by-side on a soft velvet cloth.

The use of "bewitching incense" as an aid, and "separation powder" as a prelude, effectively guided the mind.

Dealing with a low-level apprentice who was completely unsuspecting and whose mental strength was just beginning was indeed a piece of cake.

Of course, most importantly, she had completely believed that she was a "good person," and was so immersed in this "wonderful" feeling that she subconsciously gave up resisting.

Solo calmly reviewed the situation in his mind.

His reason for attempting hypnosis to acquire meditation techniques again was based on repeated deductions from his previous failure.

Without considering the existence of more advanced and covert restrictions.

If it were true, he would be helpless given that he currently has no spiritual power whatsoever.

The reason why a clear-headed person cannot articulate the method of meditation may not be because the restrictions themselves are insurmountable.

The problem lies in the "context".

Forced interrogation or deep hypnosis can trigger intense resistance and fear.

This intense negative emotion is very likely the "switch" that triggers that not-so-sophisticated layer of secrecy.

Then, on the other hand, do these apprentices never exchange cultivation experiences with each other?

There must exist a situation where they can "openly" and "voluntarily" discuss or even teach some of the meditation techniques.

For example, guidance from teachers, discussions with peers, or things like this now.

Normal academic exchanges can take place in a state of "trust" and "relaxation".

Solo chose to believe this deduction because it was the only viable path for him at the moment.

He had to gamble that the restriction wasn't that smart, and that it primarily prevented "forced leaks."

If that still doesn't work, then he will have no choice but to sneak deep into the Viscount's mansion.

Solo would never attempt this unless absolutely necessary.

Having exceptional skills and being daring are two different things from courting death.

At this moment, Phil was not completely unconscious, but in a shallow, highly suggestible hypnotic state.

Her subjective consciousness seemed to be gently isolated, but the surface reactions still existed.

She is able to receive external information and respond in a way that aligns with her cognitive habits.

However, this response will largely follow the hypnotist's guidance.

"Young Master Solo... what is that?"

Phil stared blankly at the open needle box in Solo's hand. His voice was steady, but lacked its usual liveliness, carrying a hint of emptiness.

Solo didn't look at her, but focused on pulling out the silver needles one by one and sterilizing them again by boiling them in a small copper plate.

Next, he will demonstrate his improved "Golden Needle Acupuncture Point Probing Method," which combines some medical knowledge with his own understanding of meridians and acupoints.

It requires precisely inserting silver needles into several specific, hidden acupoints on the head that are related to memory and language centers.

This allows for a deeper access to and guidance of subconscious information about meditation.

This move is quite risky; a slight mishap could damage the other person's brain, so extreme caution is necessary.

"This is a tool to help you organize your thoughts later. Just wait quietly."

Solo's voice was steady and gentle, carrying an undeniable guiding quality.

"Mm," Phil obediently replied, and said nothing more.

His gaze remained blankly fixed ahead, as if he were truly waiting for some kind of help to "clarify his thoughts."

After disinfecting, Solo picked up the finest silver needle and approached Phil.

His movements were gentle and precise, with steady force in his fingertips.

The silver needles were slowly inserted into a spot one inch to the side of the Baihui acupoint on the top of Phil's head, followed by the Shenting and Benshen acupoints...

As the silver needles were inserted, Phil's breathing became longer and more even, and his muscles completely relaxed.

"Phil," Solo's voice was even lower, his pace slow and deliberate, carrying a strong suggestive tone.

"Now, we are like being in the Viscount's library, or like the three of you 'François' exchanging cultivation insights."

Have you made any new progress in your understanding of the "Moonlight Meditation Method" recently? Could you share it with me? There are some parts I don't quite understand.

Under the combined effects of hypnosis and acupuncture, a certain "permissive situation" regarding "communication meditation" in Phil's subconscious was subtly activated and simulated.

Her lips parted slightly in a daze, and she began to speak in a straightforward yet clear manner.

This section reiterates the essentials of the "Radiant Moon Meditation Method," including the introductory techniques, the mental visualization path, the order of constructing basic runes, and key points of energy flow...

Solo listened intently, taking notes, while occasionally asking seemingly perplexing questions in the tone of a "comrade."

They guided her to talk about more details, including some tips and tricks she used during her practice, the difficulties she encountered, and how she solved them.

"The structure of some runes might not be very intuitive just by describing it..."

Solo promptly handed over a thick sheet of parchment and a quill pen dipped in ink.

"Could you draw it out for me? I think your diagram might be easier to understand."

Phil obediently took the pen, his fingers unusually steady, and began to sketch on the parchment.

One after another, complex and exquisite basic rune structure diagrams leaped onto the paper, with smooth lines and clear markings of energy nodes.

Beside her were brief annotations and insights written from her own perspective, in neat handwriting, just like her usual notes.

Time slipped away quietly inside the tent.

The firelight danced on Solo's focused face.

When Phil finally put down his pen and fell back into a quiet, blank sitting state.

Several parchments covered with runes and writing were laid out in front of Solo.

He carefully gathered the papers and examined them word by word, line by line, and diagram by diagram.

This corroborates the fragmented information I had previously obtained from other sources, as well as my own understanding of energy flow.

A moment later, a genuinely relieved, even slightly mocking smile slowly spread across his lips.

Complete, accurate, and even more detailed than expected, it contains the most authentic first-hand experiences of cultivators.

The wizard's methods... seem to be not without flaws after all.

Or rather, even the strongest fortress is vulnerable to internal weakening.

That barrier can protect against threats of swords and spears, but it cannot prevent "voluntary" behavior from growing in a fertile ground of trust.

"I, Solo, can only go from one victory to another."

Thinking of this, Solo's lips began to curl up slightly without his notice.

The fan with the four characters "unyielding" written on it above the bed looks very fitting from this angle.

He quickly and gently removed all the silver needles from Phil's head and carefully put them away.

He then returned to his seat and drew several gleaming throwing knives from his leather sheath at his waist.

He casually fiddled with it, but his gaze kept sweeping over Phil, who was still sitting there blankly.

About half a cup of tea later, Solo snapped his fingers again.