Peach Blossom Dual Cultivation - Chapter 63: Illusion, Spring Scene

The mental control technique is a double-edged sword. It can manipulate the minds of others and make them follow commands. However, if the target has a stable and unshakable mind, the user of the technique will suffer a backlash, resulting in mental damage.

At this moment, Yamamoto Hiroshi found himself in such a situation. The backlash he suffered was no light matter. It was likely he would spend the rest of his life in agony, as the backlash not only caused physical damage but also inflicted deep mental wounds.

Even if he healed physically, the mental torment would follow him for life. He would be plagued by nightmares every night, constantly on edge, wishing for death rather than to continue living. This was because, while Zhou Lang had broken through Yamamoto Hiroshi’s mental control, he had also cast an illusion on him.

“Ye Tian, Ye Qianqian, is this what you call an apology?”

After dealing with Yamamoto Hiroshi, Zhou Lang’s gaze sharpened as he turned toward Ye Tian and Ye Qianqian. This father-daughter pair was truly the real culprits, more deserving of death than Yamamoto Hiroshi. Zhou Lang had already made up his mind to kill them.

“Mr. Zhou, I’m sorry! I just wanted my daughter to return to the music industry. I didn’t want her career to be ruined, so I was forced to take this drastic measure. All we wanted was for you to call General Qin and have him speak to the leaders in Feiyun City to lift the ban on Qianqian. We never intended to harm you. Please forgive me. I promise I won’t dare do this again.”

Ye Tian immediately began to plead.

“Ye Tian, you still think there will be a next time? Do you take me for a child who can’t see through your schemes? Do you think I would believe you at this point? You hired this foreigner to cast a mental control technique on me, not just to make a phone call, but to turn me into a walking corpse. How vicious! Last time, I only gave Ye Qianqian a small lesson, but it seems you won’t shed tears until you see the coffin.”

Zhou Lang let out a cold laugh, glanced at Yamamoto Hiroshi, and said, “And you—you deserve true punishment. May you fall into the depths of hell forever!”

“Zhou Lang, don’t act recklessly! I’m a member of the Iga Clan!” Yamamoto Hiroshi shouted.

“If you kill me, the Iga Clan will hunt you down relentlessly. You will suffer a fate worse than death.”

“The Iga Clan? Isn’t that just a ninja organization from Japan? I hope your people come after me. I can guarantee none of them will return.”

Zhou Lang sneered. He didn’t know much about the Iga Clan, but he knew they were a ninja organization from Japan.

“Fools rush in where angels fear to tread, Zhou Lang. If you truly aren’t afraid, then let me go. The experts of the Iga Clan will challenge you!”

Yamamoto Hiroshi was using reverse psychology, hoping to escape.

“Alright, then I’ll wait for your Iga Clan masters. Let’s see who ends up suffering a fate worse than death.”

Zhou Lang walked away from the dining table and sat on a nearby sofa, laughing contemptuously.

“Then I’ll take my leave. Until we meet again.”

Yamamoto Hiroshi felt a surge of joy and quickly excused himself. He didn’t dare stay a moment longer. As a mental controller, he wasn’t skilled in combat and had no intention of fighting Zhou Lang or risking his life here.

Without even bidding farewell to Ye Tian or Ye Qianqian, he bolted out of the restaurant. After glancing back to confirm that Zhou Lang wasn’t following, he ignored his injuries and ran as fast as he could.

What Yamamoto Hiroshi didn’t realize was that Zhou Lang hadn’t fallen for his reverse psychology. Zhou Lang had already damaged his mind and cast an illusion on his brain. It was likely Yamamoto Hiroshi would die before he even made it back to Japan. In that case, the Iga Clan wouldn’t know he had died at Zhou Lang’s hands, and seeking revenge would be out of the question.

“Mr. Zhou, please have mercy on us.”

Seeing that Yamamoto Hiroshi had fled, coughing up blood, Ye Tian hesitated before kneeling in front of Zhou Lang, begging for his and his daughter’s lives. By now, he realized that not only did Zhou Lang have General Qin’s backing, but he also possessed supernatural abilities. Even someone as renowned as Yamamoto Hiroshi was no match for Zhou Lang. Ye Tian had no choice but to beg for mercy.

“You should have thought of this earlier,” Zhou Lang said calmly from the sofa.

“Zhou Lang, if you spare our family this time, I can be your secret lover. I won’t ask for any status, and you can have me anytime.”

Ye Qianqian, seeing Zhou Lang’s cold demeanor, was utterly terrified. She shamelessly began unbuttoning her clothes. Her meaning was clear: if Zhou Lang spared her, he could have her right now.

Ye Qianqian had become a well-known singer in Feiyun City and had caught the eye of Nie Yuanxiong, a notorious playboy, because of her physical assets. As her pale, ample chest was revealed, it was indeed quite tempting.

“This woman, even in such a dire situation, is still trying to seduce me. Truly despicable. I’m glad I didn’t marry her, or I would’ve been in real trouble for the rest of my life,” Zhou Lang thought, feeling a deep sense of disgust.

Yet Ye Qianqian continued. Soon, her outer clothes had fallen to the ground, leaving her wearing only a sheer undergarment. Her every movement caused her chest to heave dramatically. There was no denying that she was a dangerous beauty.

A woman like her would be irresistibly tempting to most men. Ye Qianqian knew this well, and that’s why she was trying to use her body to entice Zhou Lang, hoping to save herself and her family from disaster. By now, she and her father had become mortal enemies of Zhou Lang. With Yamamoto Hiroshi no longer reliable, she had no other options.

She knew that even if she seduced Zhou Lang, he might not forgive her. But she hoped this desperate act might still save her family.

In a way, she was both foolish and clever.

If it were any other man, this trick might have worked. After all, most men are weak to temptation, and Ye Qianqian was undeniably beautiful. Even if just to satisfy their desire, most men would have spared her.

But Zhou Lang was different. The sight of Ye Qianqian’s exposed body revolted him. He felt a deep hatred for her from the core of his being. To him, she was beyond saving and didn’t deserve to live in this world.

Zhou Lang remained unmoved, but Ye Tian, still kneeling before him, grew increasingly anxious. He could sense the murderous intent emanating from Zhou Lang. This man felt no shame over his daughter’s disgraceful behavior; instead, he was only concerned about his own life and the fate of the Zhongtian Group.

Seeing no reaction from Zhou Lang, Ye Qianqian became more desperate, beginning to remove her pants.

Soon, a barely clothed beauty stood seductively before Zhou Lang. For a moment, the room was filled with a rather explicit scene. Ye Qianqian’s full chest, slender waist, and long legs were enough to captivate most men.