Chapter Thirty-Five: The Grand Hypnosis Technique

“Xiao Ding, don’t blame me. To preserve the Stone family’s future generations, this is the only way,” Stone Miao said, gazing at Ding Jun.

Ding Jun forced a bitter smile. “Uncle Stone, I still don’t understand.”

Stone Miao rubbed his hands together. The deep lines on his face made his expression painfully strained. “Xiao Ding, the child in Si Qin’s womb is born weak, vulnerable to evil spirits and destined to die within the first year. After his birth, we must infuse the blood of a strong person through his umbilical cord to trigger a miraculous change in his constitution—only then can this calamity be averted. You are the ‘Hunting King,’ one of the few stronger than anyone in the world. You are the most suitable candidate.”

Ding Jun answered calmly, “Uncle Stone, if it benefits the baby, I have no hesitation.”

He had clearly heard every question Stone Miao had asked Miss Xue: the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, divine power, the Wing King Shi Dakai... all eternal mysteries to historians. His father, Ding Xiaotian, an archaeologist, adventurer, and historian, had devoted his life to studying the history of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom. He had always believed that the rise and fall of Hong Xiuquan’s movement was a profound enigma—its sudden ascent and collapse defied explanation.

Ding Jun sincerely wished to uncover the truth and fulfill his father’s lifelong wish.

In comparison, whether Stone Miao lived or died was insignificant.

Stone Miao pointed to the stone platform. “Do you see that baby? His umbilical cord was just cut. You only need to bite your middle finger and drip your blood into his navel to give him strength.”

“Uncle Stone, you’re a divine doctor. I’ll follow your instructions, but you must tell me—whose baby is this?” Ding Jun asked.

Without the repeated upheavals at Tolin Monastery, he might have obeyed Stone Miao’s orders unconditionally, offering his blood to save a life. But now, he dared not trust a single word from him, for every word concealed a trap teeming with danger.

“Xiao Ding, look at me. You are Xiao Hai’s good friend, my junior—would I harm you?” Stone Miao sighed deeply. “That baby—”

Ding Jun lifted his head and met Stone Miao’s gaze.

Ding Jun had never feared any hypnosis. During the special forces hypnosis resistance test at the Pentagon, he was the only member to achieve perfect scores. This meant he could resist thirty types of hypnosis from sixteen countries worldwide; his genes rendered him immune. But this time, he faced the strongest adversary yet.

Stone Miao’s eyes were tender, filled with ineffable sorrow and helplessness.

“The pain of losing a child, elders burying the young, surrounded by enemies, stirring unrest—his plight warrants such a look. Yet, even besieged on all sides, he struggles fiercely, refusing to submit, like the King of Western Chu trapped at Gaixia. That spirit is precisely what modern youth should learn from,” Ding Jun thought, recalling the gruesome fate of Shi Hai, torn apart by five horses.

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