Chapter 64: Let’s Have a Good Time part 1
Man She arrived with a heart full of unease and left with his anxiety and confusion multiplied.
After he left, Yun Wuxiang asked, “How long has he been approaching you?”
“We met once while picking fruits. Just now, when I was scattering the poison, he said he wanted to cooperate with me.”
Song Yilou looked at the bloodstains on his hands, sticking out his tongue to lick it. “Temple Master, there are quite a few forbidden techniques in the hidden library. Do you have anything that can rapidly boost my strength? Like a dual cultivation technique?”
Yun Wuxiang brushed a Cleansing Spell over him, completely ignoring the words ‘dual cultivation technique.’ Under Song Yilou’s resentful gazeâwhich looked as though his candy had just been snatched awayâYun Wuxiang replied, “Yes, but you’ll be crippled after using it.”
“If I use it, can I kill that shameless Black Mist Bird that’s currently peeping at us?”
Song Yilou ran his hand across his neck in a throat-slitting motion. After he spoke, he even stuck out half of his bright red tongue.
Yun Wuxiang: “It could kill those two Mu Mo. As for the Black Mist Bird… it’s an ancient relic that has lived for an unknown number of years. Back in the primordial era, when Dao Zun still existed and experts were as common as trees in a forest, it didn’t die. It even crippled your ultimate survival move. If you want to kill it, perhaps it will be feasible to use a forbidden technique after you become a Jie Jun.”
“A Jie Jun, huh? That’s a bit far off. That immortal, single bird must not have a companion by its side, so it’s jealous of my red string of fate!”
Song Yilou spoke with absolute certainty, wearing an expression that said he had discovered the ultimate truth. Seeing this, Yun Wuxiang slowly closed his eyes, ignoring this guy who was acting crazy again, and focused his mind to adjust his internal Qi.
Through his perception, someone was continuously approaching. Without even opening his eyes, Yun Wuxiang raised his hand and thrust his sword forward. Hearing the sound of the wind trailing the sliding blade, he knew the strike had missed.
A cold, gloomy breath brushed past his ear, and ghostly whispers entered his mind.
“If I tear the Black Mist Bird apart, the Temple Master will give me what I want. How about that?”
Song Yilou smiled. “Temple Master, you know what I want.”
“I won’t listen to any rejections, so it’s settled~”
Yun Wuxiang listened to the lowered voice pleading beside his ear. It sounded like a treacherous, ever-changing ghost bewitching people’s hearts, yet also like a mischievous child tugging at his sleeve and acting spoiled.
After applying the System’s hair color, Yun Wuxiang’s eyelashes had also turned white, long like fine feathers. The corners of his eyes naturally carried an elongated black eyeliner effect, overlapping one long and one short line. When he opened his eyes, he looked exactly like a divine bird spreading its wings, revealing a deep crimson pool beneath the feathersâmysterious, dangerous, and daunting.
A scorpion joyfully and actively rushed into it, even if the end point connected to that crimson hue was death.
“Let’s have a good time playing once.” The smile on Song Yilou’s face was as radiant as the sun, without a trace of gloom. The anticipation in his eyes was sincere and pure.
Looking solely at this smile, who would have thought that the ‘play’ he spoke of involved playing with forbidden techniques and playing at slaughtering others?
In this world, it seemed nothing could restrain this madman. He was unbridled, carefree, and completely unrestrained.
This was truly… freedom taken to the extreme.
Song Yilou wanted to use a forbidden technique to risk his life against the Black Mist Bird. Did Yun Wuxiang have any reason to refuse?
It seemed not.
Yun Wuxiang reached out and pointed at the ground in front of him.
“Sit down.”
…
Within the Grand Array.
A figure quietly slipped past a group of busy demons, silently arriving beside Lu Tu.
Lu Tu’s face remained utterly impassive, as if she hadn’t noticed that an extra person had suddenly appeared beside her.
A voice transmitted secretly from below:
ăWhere did you go?ă
Man She:
ăTo broaden my horizons, increase my knowledge, and temper my state of mind.ă
Lu Tu: ?
Man She:
ăSister, continue following Mu Mian and the others. If the Master of the Illusion Tower loses, I hope Sister will save my life.ă
Lu Tu gave a slight nod and instructed the demons beside her, “On the west side, that gourd-shaped rock, and on the east side, the ivory stuck in the groundâdestroy them all.”
ăBetting on both sides? Is the situation looking bad for the Master of the Illusion Tower?ă
ăWhat else can I do? Neither the unknown mysterious person nor the known madman can put my mind at ease, but this is already the safest plan.ă
Man She recalled those two guys in the cage who didn’t show the slightest hint of tension. They were so relaxed and calm, even having the mood to flirt. They must have a trump card, right?
As an Incubus with the most sensitive perception of emotions in the team, although Man She couldn’t read the Black Mist Bird’s emotions, his incubus intuition told him that the Black Mist Bird had absolutely no intention of killing the Master of the Illusion Tower. This was the main reason he placed his bet on the Master of the Illusion Tower.
Even now, Man She still felt his judgment was correct.
BUT! He was extremely worried that the Master of the Illusion Tower and the Gui Xie would suddenly end up taking each other down while hanging out.
Although that ghost had just advanced to the Di Jie, the Master of the Illusion Tower was injured, and the severity was unknown. If those two really fought to the death… would the Black Mist Bird help or stand by and watch?
If the Master of the Illusion Tower really killed the Gui Xie, what would the situation become?
The more Man She thought about it, the darker his vision became, his future entirely chaotic.
Take it one step at a time. If he could make it out alive this time, he swore he would go to the Demon Realm before entering the secret realm again to find the Merfolk race for a fortune reading.
After the demon team suffered from Song Yilou’s poison attrition, there were no longer any solo actors or small cliques. Seeing the half-dead state of their kin, the remaining demons’ fanatical brains finally cooled down a bit.
It was true that they all wanted to fight for the Demon Venerable Inheritance, but the prerequisite for becoming the final winner was surviving until that moment. Right now, they hadn’t even caught a glimpse of the Master of the Illusion Tower’s shadow.
The fleeting urge to retreat had just been born when it turned into panic and murderous intent upon realizing there was no way back.
“Dig three feet into the ground! I don’t believe we can’t find him!”
“We must find him and kill him.”
“I see it! Kill!” A demon’s vision blurred, and he swung his weapon, slashing at the demon beside him.
The attacked demon dodged while screaming, “Lady Lu Tu!”
An attack charged into the frenzied beasts, killing a monkey. Lu Tu walked over to the monkey’s corpse, crouched down, observed for a moment, and said, “To shrink the array pattern several times and engrave it on an animal… to think it could be used this way.”
Mu Miao came to her side and asked, “What kind of array is this?”
Lu Tu replied, “An illusion array.”
Mu Miao: “What about the previous array?”
“A combination of a maze array and a mind-confounding array, an array within an array.” Lu Tu spoke without any emotional bias. “The Master of the Illusion Tower’s arrays are extremely flexible. In his hands, some basic arrays completely change their appearance.”
Mu Miao’s expression shifted, a sharp glint suddenly flashing through his indolent eyes. “Out of all the arrays we’ve encountered on this path, were there any killing arrays?”
“No.” Lu Tu shook her head, then realized what Mu Miao meant and said, “This isn’t right.”
To the Master of the Illusion Tower, they were enemies coming for his life. Killing arrays were the ones that should have appeared the most, yet along the entire way, there hadn’t been a single one.
Mu Mian looked at Mu Miao. “Do we strike, or do we leave?”
Mu Miao’s lazy expression faded, his face turning grim. With Mu Mian’s strength as a Mo Jun, if they wanted to search the entire valley, they wouldn’t need to search slowly like the other demons.
But consuming power in advance to forcefully break arrays and find someone before even facing the opponent was detrimental to the upcoming battle.
Leaving now was an even worse plan. If there were already this many arrays this time, giving the Master of the Illusion Tower more time would only make the situation more disadvantageous for them.
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