Chapter 135 What does one seek in life? Sudden wealth and freedom.
The moment Huali pushed open the door, a burst of golden light suddenly erupted from the water mirror.
The bustling square fell into an eerie silence for a moment.
A few seconds later, someone spoke with a trembling voice, "This is... an inner demon?"
Shen Yu, who was talking to Chang Liu, was stung by the golden light and raised her hand to shield her eyes while looking towards the next room.
The entire mirror world has been submerged by the mountain of gold.
A series of spirit stones cascaded down from the clouds like a waterfall. Not only did a jade-carved money tree rise from the pile of spirit stones, but it also solidified into a smiling phantom of the God of Wealth in mid-air.
Hua Li and Ao Bai were stunned on the spot.
In that instant, she didn't even know her own surname; she just stared dumbfounded at everything that was glittering with gold before her.
Money! Money! Money!
The Illusion Platform is protected by a restriction, so once cultivators enter, they completely forget about the selection process, and everything that happens there is real to them.
After a brief moment of confusion, Karin's eyes immediately lit up with an unprecedented brilliance!
With a loud "Aow!", the girl in red had already transformed into a blur and dashed into the small hill of spirit stones, spreading her arms wide and grinning, "They're mine! They're all mine!"
Huali's hair ornaments were adorned with two strings of spirit crystals, and she didn't forget to pick up a spirit stone the size of a basin and rub her face against it vigorously, saying, "Mwah mwah mwah mwah, I'm rich, I'm rich!"
Even the cat on her shoulder had the same starry eyes, looking like it was eyeing money.
Tang Wanwan suddenly covered her face, "This game is ruined."
After a brief moment of stunned silence, Mo Ziyan's expression was indescribable. On the path to immortality, who doesn't harbor a yearning for ascension or a thirst for power?
Such an openly money-loving cultivator is probably unique to Huali.
It must be said that this illusion platform, blessed by the immortal sect, is indeed powerful; it can accurately strike at vital points right from the start.
Mo Ziyan spoke up: "The illusion will gradually lure people into depravity based on their inner obsessions. Hua Li's situation is not good." Just like that Golden Core cultivator who failed to ascend in the illusion, he went from the middle stage to the peak stage when he opened the door, but failed to transcend the tribulation in his ecstasy and was completely eliminated by his inner demons.
The so-called embodiment of fear is to first possess it, and then lose it.
Tang Wanwan looked distressed and helpless. She turned to look at Lian Zhuo, only to find that the Buddhist monk was still in the same posture as before, his snow-white robe draped over the chair, showing no sign of worry.
Lian Zhuojing watched the girl constantly adorning herself with jewels, and suddenly thought of the prayer beads in the Buddhist chanting altar. If she liked them...
Tang Wanwan watched the Buddhist monk remain silent for a moment, then suddenly took out a string of Buddhist beads from her Qiankun bag and put it on her wrist.
Having seen countless fine things, she immediately recognized that this bead was completely different from the dark and unadorned sandalwood beads. Not only was the texture as fine as flowing gold sand, but every seven nanmu beads were inlaid with a perfectly round and lustrous red agate.
Just then, the golden light from the water mirror shone on Lian Zhuo's pale wrist, and as it swam and leaped, it seemed like a silent whisper.
Tang Wanwan: "?"
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In the water mirror on the other side of the square, Wen Jin was rooted to the spot by Xi Wu's words.
He suddenly looked up, his pale golden pupils fixed on Huali, who was lying in the pile of spirit stones, flailing her arms and legs. The girl's smile was pure and bright, filled with undisguised, genuine joy.
The Demon Lord's pupils contracted to pinpoints and then suddenly dilated, his eyes churning like a stagnant pool churned by a boulder.
"Rosewood..."
Xi Wu glanced discreetly at the Buddhist disciple and the Demon King to the east and west, briefly explaining the illusionary trial before saying, "It would take at least half a day for our lord to tear through space from the edge of the desolate wilderness to reach Tianlan City. Hua Li is currently entangled in inner demons; perhaps I should..."
"No, a mere illusionary platform..."
Wen Jin stretched out his blood-stained fingers, trembling with an almost pious yet utterly sacrilegious air, and repeatedly traced the girl's outline, as if he wanted to touch her warm skin across thousands of mountains and rivers.
"...Protect her safety."
The figure in the mirror vanished in the next second.
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What does one seek in life? Sudden wealth and freedom!
Huali was completely immersed in a sea of money.
But that's not all!
Suddenly, a crack appeared in the mountain made of gold bricks, and red hundred-yuan bills fluttered down from the crack like snowflakes.
Chairman Mao's smile was particularly dazzling in the radiance of the spirit stone.
Karin: "!!!"
The group, who were almost blinded by the spirit stones at the start, immediately exclaimed, "What, what sect's talisman is this?"
Why is the same person printed on every single talisman?
Luo Chuan's smile faded, his heterochromatic eyes fixed on the man's glaring smile on the red paper with an unpredictable expression.
Little Tower keenly sensed the Demon King's change in mood and blinked.
Huali blushed as she managed to suppress her screams amidst the sight of money raining down from the sky, and without a word, she stuffed the money into her pocket.
"Tsk, look at this!" A cultivator with slanted eyes was the first to scoff at the water mirror. "What kind of inner demon is this? It's clearly a greedy seed. The golden light is giving me a headache." He exaggeratedly waved his hand in front of his nose, as if he could really smell the stench of money.
“Exactly!” someone immediately chimed in, with a condescending tone of judgment. “Cultivators purify their minds and desires, comprehending the Dao of Heaven. Do these people, reeking of money, even deserve to embark on the path of seeking immortality?”
The man with slanted eyes nodded, but before he could agree, a clear, youthful voice broke the silence, "She's not good enough for you?"
Shen Yu scoffed, his amber eyes filled with undisguised mockery, the curve of his lips carrying the sharpness and arrogance unique to young people, "Your mind is completely blocked, and you still have the nerve to talk about others."
“Spirit stones can at least be exchanged for some items, but a dog’s mouth will mistake narrow-mindedness for nobility and jealousy for integrity.”
At the same time, the desires of the Illusion Platform had reached their peak.
As Huali was counting money until her hands cramped, her fingertips suddenly felt empty. It wasn't just a single bill that was empty; it was the entire world that was empty.
The deafening roar of the collapsing gold mountain, the clatter of flying banknotes, and the clinking of colliding spirit stones vanished instantly.
It felt like an invisible hand had choked me, leaving only a suffocating void.
The difference between heaven and hell is but a breath.
"Gone? Gone?" Huali spread her hands blankly, looking at her empty palms. The sense of loss was like cold water poured over her head, instantly freezing her previous ecstasy.
"Oh no! Huali is going to fall for it!" Tang Wanwan exclaimed in alarm.
"The backlash from the inner demons, the disappearance of those illusions, is a sign that they are about to devour your Dao heart!"
Just as the team was holding their breath for Karin, the girl pursed her lips and slowly stood up. Her earlier disappointment turned into a burning rage.
Everyone was then surprised to realize that although the girl loved money more than anything, her eyes had remained clear and bright throughout.
"I originally wanted to immerse myself in this for a while longer, but I've only counted tens of thousands and you're already testing me? At least wait until you're in the six-figure range before disappearing!"
The crowd reflected in the water mirror was stunned. "What is she saying? Does she know that everything is fake?"
Of course, Huali knows!
The girl in red angrily pointed to the spot where the red talisman had disappeared, shouting, "Chairman Mao, you dare to print Chairman Mao's portrait?"
"It's one thing to print it, but to make the security thread look like a golden light? Have you ever seen a banknote with a glowing security thread? Huh?"
Even a fool would know it's fake!
At the same time, the illusionary platform suddenly changed.
Hua Li, who was in the middle of her tirade, suddenly stopped in her tracks. When she looked up again, she was already standing on the final arena, staring at a disheveled Feng Ningning. "?"
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