Fu Qingjun was utterly shocked, "Other superpowered people can bend stainless steel spoons with their minds, and I can only bend... my hair?"
I’ve accumulated seventeen years of soul, and this is all I get?
Ancient boat, does this live up to your mystery, magic, and invincibility?
"Since my Spiritual Power can bend hair, then..." he tried using it to bend a spoon but found it completely ineffective.
Then, he tried moving a small bottle, but it didn’t budge an inch.
He even discovered in the end that Spiritual Power couldn’t move even a piece of paper.
But his keen senses quickly noticed that his hair was now somewhat special.
He felt his senses becoming incredibly sharp, and the hair that grew alongside it seemed like antennas, sensing even the slightest movements around him.
The hair on top of his head swayed continuously, looking extremely eerie.
A strand of hair turned into a needle, piercing the fly’s body entirely, then flinging it at the wall.
"It acts just as flexibly as a hand." Fu Qingjun was a bit startled; he instinctively wanted to shoo the fly away with his hand, but his hair had already smacked it dead in an instant following his thought.
"Wait, when my hair pierced the fly’s body earlier, it seemed like something was vaguely pouring out, and my mind didn’t hurt as much."
Fu Qingjun bent down to search for ants on the ground, "Can I share some of my brain’s pain from the explosion of excessive souls with them?"
The house was poorly cleaned, so he quickly caught an ant and inserted another strand of hair into the ant’s body.
A torrent of soul Spiritual Power surged in.
The ant’s brain exploded as the soul surged in, lying limp on the ground.
Although it was a very slight reduction, he could still feel a sense of release.
Perhaps it’s like a pressure differential?
His brain was like a soul pressure cooker, and as long as he attached an exhaust pipe, he could divert it elsewhere?
But Fu Qingjun was thrilled; this meant his headache could be relieved!
He had a strong capacity for acceptance!
With the spirit of scientific exploration like in a high school chemistry lab, he started inserting his hair into the plank, rebar, wooden board, wires, mud walls... he even tried using it on a corpse, but there was no response.
"It’s a pity my hair can only pierce living creatures."
He was having fun experimenting, discovering the powerful layering of his Spiritual Power made him suddenly feel like Medusa from Western mythology, with hair flying wildly.
The hair was uniquely sensitive, like it had transformed into an insect trap.
Fu Qingjun began experimenting with living creatures, finding some around the house: flies, mosquitoes, ants, snails.
The hair quickly began piercing them, testing their tolerance limits.
Fu Qingjun manipulated these little animals, infusing them with souls.
His hair grew almost crazily at a rate of a few centimeters every hour, and after just seven or eight hours, Fu Qingjun had a head full of bizarrely lush, jet-black long hair hanging down to his shoulders.
He fully understood that the hair mutation was related to the six thousand overlapping souls within him, after all, the hair rooted in the head!
If his head were compared to a spherical flowerpot, then the "brain" was the white soil inside the pot.
He had supplemented the "white soil" more than six thousand times, and such terrifying fertility of souls nourished these mutant super hair?
At this moment, the hair continued to grow wildly.
"The hair resembles soft, tentacle-like octopus arms rooted in the brain, floating like catkins in mid-air!"
Fu Qingjun imagined a magnified view: a super-terrifying brain layered with six thousand souls, rooted with jet-black hair ducts... only feeling an inexplicable evil and horror, what had he turned into after all these modifications??
"Why think so much, scaring myself." He resumed experimenting, outputting through each hair strand, causing one small insect after another to explode.
"Seems like there’s a limit on what they can bear, and too much output at once will cause an explosion leading to death."
But that’s only to be expected.
Fu Qingjun’s brain also had a tolerance limit.
He previously felt like his brain was going to explode, and now seeing a live example, he couldn’t help but feel a chill.
"But with moderation, they seem quite lively, eager for more, excited, and stimulated to develop their potential, almost beneficial...."
"Even when my hair pierces them, I can instantly control their movements through it, like imprinting my Spiritual signature."
So, is this some kind of Beast Taming Technique conducted by giving them regular injections for control?
"But it can ease my brain."
Fu Qingjun scratched his head.
"This disperses my overly inflated Soul Power every minute and every second... although this massive Spiritual Power tearing my brain apart would still return after eating."
Unfortunately, the Spiritual Power these ants and small insects can relieve is a mere drop in the ocean.
The only fortunate thing was catching a mouse; without letting it resist, he directly burst its brain with Spiritual Power, relieving much of himself, and his head finally hurt less.
"But if I don’t blow their heads off at once and rather nurture them gradually, could I raise their tolerance limit and eventually unlock wisdom?"
Monstrous creatures coming to life in legends were something Fu Qingjun had heard a lot about.
Since such mysterious events happened with the ancient boat, wouldn’t it be exciting if he could cultivate monsters.... if he raised enough, he could establish a biological community...
Perhaps that’s the proper use of brain hair.
"I can try controlling them." Fu Qingjun excitedly sat in a chair, his jet-black long hair at the back of his head frantically dancing, dexterously piercing hundreds of ants on the table, arranging them into two neat rows.
The puppet ants on both sides quickly charged at each other.
The ant brawl resembled ancient army battles.
"Without any intelligence to speak of, I can easily control their movements."
Fu Qingjun sat in the chair, very seriously bowing his head, using his dancing hair to manipulate the two ant armies on the table, playing with great interest.
"Is this... auto-chess?"
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"Or perhaps this is an ant war controlled by overhead hair, which could be called... Top War." He stared at the table with hair arrogantly flying, saying.