### Chapter 1182 – The Art of Seed Planting
“This is the effect of the elixir I bestowed upon you; it can grant you knowledge and abilities. You should know how to use this knife now. Do you understand its functions?” I asked.
Little Elaine stared in astonishment. He had never imagined that there could be such a magical potion that could directly impart knowledge and experience to a person. It took him a while to process this information.
“Yes, the knife is named Blood Feast. It can absorb the blood energy of enemies struck by it, attaching it to the blade to enhance its power. The enchanted attribute is determined by the enemy,” Little Elaine replied respectfully.
Hahaha, to be honest, I didn’t even know the name of this knife myself. He already knew it through the knowledge and memories transmitted by the maggots. The Art of Seed Planting is indeed formidable.
I’m very familiar with this feeling. When I transmigrated, the Great Fly stuffed my head with knowledge beyond common sense. Afterward, to protect my brain, all that knowledge was buried deep within the sea of my memories, only resurfacing when I encountered relevant matters.
This sensation of sudden knowledge appearing from an unknown source should be similar, though his experience might be a bit more surreal than mine because the maggots provided him with more nebulous, indescribable experiences.
“It’s good that you know. Your strength is still too weak now, unsuitable for using other weapons. This knife can transform injured enemies into your own strength, which is more suited for you at present,” I said.
“Such a precious Magic Apparatus, are you truly willing to bestow it upon me?” Little Elaine still seemed somewhat disbelieving. Indeed, this Magic Apparatus, in terms of value, should be worth several hundred gold coins.
“Of course, I specifically brought it to give to you. I hope you can grow stronger with it and honor this blade,” I said, feigning that the knife was extremely valuable.
In reality, no one else in my household could use such a knife, and this Blood Feast was practically no different from something I picked up. I felt no reluctance in giving it away, which is why I chose it as a gift. Saying it was valuable was merely to make Little Elaine take it more seriously.
“Yes! Thank you so much!” Little Elaine looked at the Blood Feast with great affection, gently stroking it as if this knife alone could help him achieve revenge or restore his family’s glory.
Lavias was right. His aptitude was indeed not very good. The most serious issue wasn’t his talent or strength, but his poor mindset. He was prone to anxiety and acted impulsively without thinking, yet he was deeply insecure deep down, as evident from the previous auction.
Compared to Older Brother Jayad, the difference was stark. Older Brother Jayad acted decisively and ruthlessly, but he always thought thrice before acting. He was calm and collected during execution, and even when encountering unexpected situations, he knew immediately how to make choices. He was much stronger than Little Elaine.
However, it doesn’t matter. I enjoy nurturing such naive newcomers, especially those less intelligent, as overly smart people are harder to control.
Furthermore, I’m not giving him power and nurturing him for free. Actually, the Art of Seed Planting is a very malicious spell. While it grants the host power, it also helps the host step through the door to the supernatural.
But from then on, the host’s cultivation is essentially making wedding clothes for others. All their Magic Power will be devoured by the maggots, which will then release it to the host when used.
In this situation, the maggot and the host are one. The maggot, through the central nervous system, shares thoughts, memories, Magic Power, and Spirit Power with the host. The host believes they are growing stronger through cultivation, but in reality, it’s the maggot that is getting stronger.
If the host lacks the means for internal observation, they might never discover this. When they die, the maggot will inherit all their power and return it to me, bestowing the host’s strength upon me.
And if they discover it, it’s still useless. Because in reality, the maggot is the strong one, and the host is merely an empty vessel. Without the maggot, they would immediately revert to being a cripple.
If they try to resist or look for an opportunity to eliminate the maggot, the maggot can directly kill the host and return to my possession, or coerce the host to obey my commands.
This maggot can then be implanted into another person, carrying the powerful strength of the original host, bestowing it upon another individual to continue cultivating and strengthening the maggot’s power endlessly.
I strongly suspect that the Pope’s immense power and vast Magic Power are the result of harvesting many individuals through the Art of Seed Planting.
This is what truly seems like a Witch’s doing. Witches have always enjoyed signing contracts with various individuals, granting them power and reaping even greater power in the future.
It is said that gifts from Destiny are always marked with a price. If devils are salespeople signing insurance contracts, then Witches are moneylenders.
However, I’m merely taking precautions. I don’t want to raise an ungrateful wretch. If Little Elaine cultivates diligently and stands on the same side as me in the future, then this maggot will faithfully remain within him as a source of Magic Power until death separates them.
But if he dares to betray me, don’t blame me for being ruthless. This is my ultimate form of insurance. I cannot possibly offer my help completely unconditionally.
At this moment, the Maid finally brought the tea down, two cups in total. One was placed before Little Elaine, and the other before me. She bowed politely and said, “Young Master, Guest, please enjoy your tea.”
I picked up the teacup and glanced at it before returning it to the Maid. I said to her, “Take a sip first.”
“Eh?” The Maid was surprised by my sudden request. Little Elaine also asked in confusion, “Why should she drink first?”
“I am a suspicious person. I’m afraid someone might have poisoned the tea,” I said casually.
“No, I absolutely would not poison you! How could I dare to poison a distinguished guest?” the Maid said flusteredly.
“Yes, Mary would absolutely not poison anyone. We grew up together since childhood, I trust her!” Little Elaine also spoke up for her.
“You trust her because you know her well, but I am meeting her for the first time. I’m not suspecting you of intentionally poisoning it, it’s just my personal caution. If you haven’t poisoned it, then take a sip,” I said, sitting in my seat.
“However, this tea is very precious, it’s for the guest. I am just a Maid, how can I drink it?” the Maid named Mary said uneasily.
“If you dare not drink it, it means you have indeed poisoned it,” I said with a cold tone.
The Maid was immediately intimidated. She hesitated before picking up the teacup and taking a sip, then said, “I drank it, see? Is everything alright?”
“Mm, no problem.” I took back the teacup and leisurely picked up the tea that the Maid had already sipped from, drinking it myself as if I were truly at ease.
Little Elaine looked at me doubtfully. What he didn’t know was that I had secretly placed an egg into the teacup, causing the Maid to ingest it as well. Suspecting poison was just an excuse.
