Lu Wuming, in fact, was reluctant to do anything to Liu Buli.
But he also knew that Shen Muzhi was right.
Liu Buli's current condition was indeed not very good.
He certainly wouldn't attack Lu Wuming and harm him, but when it came to others, he showed no mercy.
If this continued, it would be difficult for Shen Muzhi to even approach him, let alone help him heal.
Therefore, Liu Buli did need to be controlled.
But how to control him?
Suddenly, a scene from the storybooks written by Liu Buli flashed through his mind, and Lu Wuming's gaze couldn't help but darken.
Taking a deep breath, he embraced Liu Buli tightly again. Gently patting his back, Lu Wuming leaned close to his ear and slowly said, "Shizun, be good, don't be afraid. Listen to me, and I promise I won't hurt you, okay?"
Liu Buli did not reply.
However, as Lu Wuming held him close, he could feel that Liu Buli's aura seemed to calm down with his words. This was also a way of telling him that Liu Buli had heard everything he said.
That was good.
Slowly curling his lips, Lu Wuming stroked Liu Buli's head again.
As his fingers pressed against the back of Liu Buli's head, he slowly infused his spiritual power into him.
Perhaps because the two were accustomed to dual cultivation and Liu Buli had long been used to his aura, even with spiritual power directly entering his brain, Liu Buli remained obedient and showed no intention of resisting or evading.
However, it was precisely because of his obedience that Lu Wuming's spiritual power fully entered Liu Buli's mind. Then, Liu Buli, who had just been like a startled kitten, yawned, leaned into Lu Wuming's arms, and obediently closed his eyes.
This technique was actually just the most common form of hypnotic spell, which any moderately skilled cultivator would know.
However, the conditions for its successful execution were extremely stringent, so most people rarely used it.
In their past interactions, Lu Wuming had never used this technique on Liu Buli. But he had always been certain that if he wished, he could successfully use this spell on Liu Buli.
Because there was only one condition for its success.
That was that the person being cast upon must have unconditional trust in the caster.
Like just now.
His spiritual power had entered Liu Buli's body, yet Liu Buli showed no intention of resisting.
This allowed for a perfect execution of the spell, just as it was now. Liu Buli was leaning against him, breathing steadily, fast asleep.
Seeing this, Lu Wuming breathed a sigh of relief. He glanced back in Shen Muzhi's direction, and nodded. Shen Muzhi understood his meaning. He cautiously took two steps forward, and after confirming that Liu Buli had no intention of waking up, he breathed a sigh of relief, walked to their side as quickly as possible, and motioned for Lu Wuming to set Liu Buli aside. He then crouched down, reached out to grasp Liu Buli's wrist, and began to examine his physical condition with his spiritual power.
...
Liu Buli felt as if he had had a very long dream.
He couldn't remember what had happened in the dream.
He only felt an overwhelming sense of anger.
An anger so intense that he felt it wasn't enough to destroy the world.
But how did he calm down later?
Liu Buli also didn't remember clearly.
He just felt that he seemed to have heard a very pleasant voice. He didn't have much impression of what the voice had said to him. However, he knew that he liked listening to that voice. When he heard that voice, he felt that it was okay to let the world continue to exist.
So he gave up his previous anger.
Then he fell into an even deeper dream.
Liu Buli himself couldn't say how long this dream lasted. He just felt as if a very long time had passed. When he opened his eyes again, he suddenly found himself in a strange environment.
There was a bed, though.
But the bed looked rather crude.
Moreover, the bedding on it was clearly a bit thin, and lying on it felt a bit uncomfortable.
Liu Buli, accustomed to being doted on by Lu Wuming, always had his sleeping arrangements made soft and comfortable by him, no matter where he slept.
It was precisely because of this that when he felt the discomfort, Liu Buli frowned in dissatisfaction and instinctively intended to get up and leave the bed that made him uncomfortable.
And so he did.
But he did not succeed.
At this moment, he realized that his hands and legs had, at some point, been shackled to the four corners of the bed with heavy iron chains.
He struggled slightly and then confirmed that the chains must have been made of some special material. Because after struggling, he found that he was unable to use his usual spiritual power while being chained.
This was definitely problematic.
Had he been captured by the Ghost King?
That was impossible.
The Ghost King had already been killed by him, and his soul had been burned to ashes. How could he still appear before him to seek attention?
Then had the remaining ghost clan captured him?
That was also unlikely.
Just as Liu Buli was seriously thinking and eliminating possibilities, trying to figure out what had happened, the door was pushed open from the outside. He clearly saw his beloved disciple entering with a basin.
A towel was draped over the edge of the basin, and it must have contained hot water.
This scene suddenly felt strangely familiar to Liu Buli.
He was stunned for a moment, and then he suddenly realized. When he had fought to the death with that sword cultivator, Shen Muzhi had saved him. When he woke up again, the first thing he saw was Lu Wuming looking like this.
However, compared to that time, Lu Wuming was now much taller and more robust. His features had become more defined and handsome, perfectly matching his ideal appearance.
Seeing him like this, Liu Buli felt happy.
However, happiness was happiness, and the key issue still needed to be resolved.
He moved his arm again, and the "clanging" sound reminded Lu Wuming to focus his attention on the chains.
Liu Buli blinked his eyes and said with an expectant expression, "Wuming, you've finally come. Who locked me up? Please help me unlock them. It's so uncomfortable to be tied up like this."
Contrary to his expectations, Lu Wuming glanced at the chains, walked slowly to Liu Buli's side, and put down the basin of water he was holding. Then he reached out and touched Liu Buli's cheek, smiling as he said, "Shizun, I locked you up. To be honest, I think I can understand the content of your storybooks now. This is indeed better than red silk, don't you think?"