Chapter 190 Sometimes, fighting doesn't require force...

Her voice carried far.

The sound echoed clearly into her ears, causing Qingyan to unconsciously frown and look around.

However, there was no flaw in the surroundings. A real green forest stood on the white soil. Although it seemed very strange to mortals, it was not unusual for Qingyan, who came from the Cloud Sea Realm.

Therefore, what she saw before her was a vast forest and a paradise of white soil.

"What's going on?!" Qingyan couldn't help but lick her lips.

She watched as the children in the distance continued doing their own things, not casting a single glance at her. The forest, filled with the chirping of insects and birds, suddenly felt strangely eerie to her.

"Tao Tao..." She subconsciously hugged Sang Zhi Tao and couldn't help but call out softly a few times.

But Sang Zhitao still didn't open her eyes and remained lying in her arms.

Helpless, Qingyan could only hold her and slowly back away until her back suddenly bumped into something hard.

Qingyan touched it with a grim expression.

Barrier!

Qingyan took a deep breath, looked at the child in the distance, and hesitated for a moment.

She could feel that her magical power was being suppressed in this space. If she hadn't been forced to cultivate seriously for a few days by Qinglan and Sang Zhitao a few days ago, the suppression would probably have been even more severe. She also felt that the suppressing force was getting stronger and stronger, and her power was starting to get weaker and weaker.

Therefore, she didn't know if forcibly breaking this space would harm other children.

She simply couldn't convince herself to ignore the fact that other children were being implicated or even harmed because of Sang Zhitao.

Just as she was hesitating, a strange bell rang, and Sang Zhitao suddenly stood up from her arms.

"Tao Tao?!" Qingyan couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

But Sang Zhitao seemed not to hear her call, and walked toward the group of children with a blank look in her eyes.

Qingyan reached out and grabbed her, only to find that his hand seemed to be grasping nothing, passing right through Sang Zhitao's body.

"What's going on?!" Qingyan's face was extremely ugly. He hurriedly cast a spell to freeze her, but the spell passed through Sang Zhitao's body and she was not affected at all.

Qingyan could only watch helplessly as Sang Zhitao's empty eyes suddenly brightened after she walked into the group of children.

"You've come~" A fox-eared girl skipped over to greet her, taking Sang Zhitao's hand.

Sang Zhitao squeezed her hand back: "Hmm, what are we going to do today?"

"We're drawing, come quick!" Sang Zhitao followed the fox-eared girl into a group of children, who were chatting and laughing, having a lively time.

Qingyan also wanted to quickly step forward and wake Sang Zhitao.

She had only taken a few steps when she was blocked by a transparent wall.

In the end, they could only watch helplessly as the other party played happily with another group of children like carefree kids, while they were stuck between the two barrier walls.

Qingyan could no longer contain herself. She couldn't believe that Sang Zhitao's memories would be completely erased over time.

She cast several spells at the barrier with a fierce look in her eyes, but the barrier did not budge, which made her expression even colder.

Just as she was struggling with the barrier, music suddenly rang out from the sky.

The music was very warm, like a gentle breeze caressing everyone's hearts, and Qingyan once again caught the scent that Sang Zhitao had mentioned before.

The scent this time was much stronger than the one she had smelled in the Spirit Clan, and even with her cultivation level, she could feel the peace of returning to her mother's womb.

"Hiss!" After trying several spells without success, she reluctantly pulled out her hairpin and slapped it on her thigh, finally bringing her back to her senses.

Just then, a mirror appeared in the sky, and a person wearing a green robe and a white mask slowly began to speak about Taoist magic.

At first, Qingyan didn't think much of it, since what the person said seemed to be no different from what she had learned in her childhood.

But gradually she realized something was wrong. The more the man spoke, the stranger it became. After careful listening, she discovered that, just as Sang Zhitao had said, they were brainwashing the children.

Qingyan charged at the barrier with increasing ferocity, wishing she could use all her strength to break it, but the barrier remained standing in place, without the slightest abnormality.

She could only watch helplessly as the children listened to the entire lesson as if they had been brainwashed.

For the next ten days or so, Qingyan spent his time cultivating with his eyes closed and creating barriers with his eyes open.

Sang Zhitao and her friends, on the other hand, spent their time playing and attending classes.

During this time, Qingyan watched helplessly as Sang Zhitao and the others' eyes gradually became cloudy, and an endless darkness slowly settled in the depths of their eyes.

She became increasingly anxious, wishing she could slap herself, and hating herself even more for being careless and complacent because of her overconfidence in her cultivation.

Qingyan could feel that her cultivation level had been weakened to near the third realm in this closed little world, and her relentless cultivation could not slow down the rate at which it was weakened.

On this day, the class did not start as scheduled; instead, the music and breathing continued for a long time.

Qingyan bit her tongue and occasionally poked herself with her hairpin to barely maintain a semblance of consciousness.

The others, including Sang Zhitao, had already fallen into a deep sleep.

Just then, a white and green tentacle emerged from the depths of the forest.

Looking at the white tentacles with green spots on a white background, as thick as a wrist, Qingyan didn't find them attractive at all. Instead, she felt a tightness in her head, a wave of dizziness, and an indescribable nausea.

The tentacles passed right in front of her and reached directly to the fox-eared girl who had been playing with Sang Zhitao.

As if it possessed sentience, it touched the fox-eared girl and several boys around her before finally choosing the fox-eared girl.

Tentacles wrapped around the girl's slender waist, lightly dragging her into the forest.

A fair and delicate little hand tightly grasped her path.

"Where are you going?!" Sang Zhitao smiled, sat up, rubbing her temples while fiercely gripping her tentacles.

"Tao Tao?!" Qing Yan was surprised to see her movement and sat up.

Sang Zhitao smiled reassuringly at her.

Seeing that her eyes were clear and bright, without any trace of the innocent and naive look she had a few days ago, Qingyan felt a little relieved.

Sang Zhitao didn't have time to continue exchanging pleasantries with her.

Instead, the tightly clenched tentacles are engaged in a struggle.

Seemingly surprised by the fact that the tentacle hadn't returned, something in the forest couldn't help but extend another tentacle.

"Watch out!" Qingyan quickly warned Sang Zhitao as she saw the white tentacle with green ring decorations sneaking closer.

Sang Zhitao also sensed the abnormality behind her, and immediately flipped over, twisting the tentacle in her hand to the other side.

The second tentacle missed its target.

By the time it reacted and attacked Sang Zhitao again, Sang Zhitao had already rescued the fox-eared girl from the tentacle and grabbed the tentacle with her other hand.

The pulling force of each tentacle in one hand made Sang Zhitao realize that she was struggling a bit.

"How can I help you?!" Qingyan couldn't help but exclaim upon seeing this.

Sang Zhitao lifted her foot and stepped on the first tentacle, while tightly gripping the second tentacle, which was stronger.

Only then did he have a moment to answer Qingyan: "This space is too strange; you're too old to come in!"

"Bullshit! I'm not even an adult yet in the Divine Beast Clan!!" Qingyan couldn't help but retort when she heard her say that she was old.

Sang Zhitao burst into laughter a few times before replying, "Well, there's nothing I can do about it. She calculated it based on how long you've lived here. Who told you to be a three-thousand-year-old monster here!"

Qingyan gritted his teeth and said, "Once I catch the person behind this, I'll definitely show him the power of this three-thousand-year-old baby!"

As the two were talking, a third tentacle appeared.

Compared to the previous two, this tentacle has more green and less white, and its movements are more ruthless, with a kind of wind-slicing, blade-like stance.

With her two hands and one foot occupied, Sang Zhitao really didn't know how to deal with the third tentacle.

"What do we do!" Qingyan cried out, her face turning pale with shock. "Don't let him get hurt!"

Sang Zhitao remained motionless, staring intently at the approaching tentacle. Just as the tentacle was about to reach her, she slightly turned her head to avoid it.

A tentacle brushed past the tip of her nose, and Sang Zhitao subconsciously twitched her nose, feeling that the tentacle in front of her had a faint fragrance...

After she dodged it several times, the tentacle attacked her again, and she couldn't resist taking a bite.

"Apple-flavored jelly!" Sang Zhitao couldn't help but chew a couple of times, her eyes lighting up as she exclaimed, "Delicious! (﹃)"

When the tentacle attacked again, Sang Zhitao quickly took the opportunity to bite it a few more times until it was almost broken off. Only then did the tentacle retreat back into the forest.

Qingyan watched speechlessly as she actually used her mouth to swat away the tentacles. Just as he was about to remind her not to let her guard down, he saw Sang Zhitao put the first tentacle in her arms into her mouth.

"Mango-flavored jelly!!" Sang Zhitao took a bite and discovered that it was her favorite mango flavor. Her eyes lit up and she even drooled.

She took a dozen bites in a row, until she was burping, before finally putting the half-tentacle, which was no longer moving, on the ground.

The other half of the tentacle that connected to the forest seemed dead; it didn't retreat back into the forest like the previous tentacle.

Sang Zhitao didn't pay any attention, but instead looked at the second tentacle under her feet, her eyes full of eager anticipation.

Qingyan couldn't help but remind him, "They've already been stepped on, maybe we should just forget about it..."

Sang Zhitao smacked her lips, then patted her stomach, and couldn't help but say, "I just want to taste it."

The second tentacle seemed startled, trembling slightly beneath her feet.

"My sweet little waiter~ Don't be afraid, I'll just give you a tiny nibble on your sweet lips~"

As she spoke, she picked up the second tentacle from the ground, chose a clean spot, and took a bite.

"Pah! It tastes like cilantro! Vicious!" Sang Zhitao disgustedly threw the tentacle aside and spat several times.

"Stop complaining, it's running away!" Qingyan quickly warned, watching the first tentacle, now only half-finished, and the second tentacle, which had been bitten in half, quietly retreating into the forest.

Sang Zhitao ignored the unpalatable second tentacle and instead leaped forward to intercept the first one.

She touched her belly, looked at the tentacles being trampled under her feet, and was momentarily at a loss.

"Use the magic tool to cut it off and keep it as a snack," Qingyan suggested.

Sang Zhitao shook her head repeatedly: "The Hidden Universe in the Sleeve cannot be opened."

Qingyan then realized why Sang Zhitao hadn't taken out her magical artifacts for so long, and said speechlessly, "Which accessory you're wearing isn't a magical artifact?!"

Sang Zhitao's eyes lit up. She looked down and rummaged through her body. The jade buckle at her waist was a storage magic artifact that could only store inanimate objects. It wasn't very big, but it was just the right size to put the two pieces of tentacles that had been bitten off into it.

The hairpin on her head could be used as a dagger.

She smiled as she carved the word "apple" on the third tentacle that had been bitten off, before carving "mango" on the larger and more numerous first tentacle.

Then, with a sly smile, he looked at the trembling half of the first tentacle.