339 A Fantasy World with Many Flaws
Shen Mousse had previously evaluated the quality of the Fantasy Dream Incense used in the academy as average, in comparison to the top-quality Fantasy Dream Incense that he had refined.
But this does not mean that the academy's dream incense has no effect on people like them.
It’s just that the quality is relatively average, so it’s easy for disciples like them to find the flaws in the illusion.
And flaws have always been the key to seeing through illusions.
Ning Yao was suspicious at this moment, but he became much calmer when facing his predicament again.
He walked step by step towards the mountain gate with the three characters "Tianshui Sect" engraved on it. His back, which was originally slightly hunched due to wounds all over his body, straightened up little by little. When he stepped into the mountain gate, the wounds on his body had healed miraculously and he no longer felt any pain.
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Lin Yan looked at the mountain gate in front of him with the three words "Tianshui Sect" engraved on it and fell into deep thought.
As a fortune teller, his inspiration was the highest among his fellow disciples. As soon as he came in, he felt that something was wrong with this place.
He subconsciously wanted to take out the tortoise shell to tell a fortune, but he touched nothing and found that there was nothing between his fingers, not even a Sumeru Ring.
After a pause, he remembered that he was just an outer disciple of the Tianshui Sect who was often bullied. He was only at the first level of Qi Refining and it was impossible for him to own a high-level magical weapon like the Sumeru Ring.
He had no choice but to untie the storage bag around his waist, and as expected, he found the tortoise shell and three ancient bronze coins that he usually used in it.
Just looking at these two things, Lin Yan's expression became even weirder.
The tortoise shell and ancient bronze coins in his hands had obviously been refined and could be called top-grade magical instruments. Normally, they were impossible to appear in the hands of a kid like him who was only at the first level of Qi Refining.
There's something weird going on here, could this be an illusion?
Thinking of this, Lin Yan drew his hand and figured it out clearly.
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Wu Xin looked at the unfamiliar mountain road in front of him, raised his head and saw the three characters "Tianshui Sect" written in a flamboyant style above the mountain gate. In his completely unfamiliar memory, he tasted something wrong.
How did he become an outer disciple of Tianshui Sect who could be bullied by everyone?
He touched his bald forehead, closed his eyes, clasped his hands together, and piously chanted a Buddhist verse.
The world around him began to ripple, spreading outward in circles, as if the calm surface of the water was shattered by a stone thrown into it.
When the ripples died down and the water calmed down again, the surroundings were no longer the foot of the Tianshui Sect with its green mountains and clear waters, but the Xizhou Desert with its yellow sands covering the sky.
Under the scorching sun, the hot wind mixed with fine sand hits the face, making the cheeks hurt.
Wu Xin wiped away the big beads of sweat behind his ears, looked at the dilapidated temple looming in the wind and sand, and smiled.
His feet, wearing monk's shoes, sank into the soft yellow sand on the ground. Wuxin pulled his feet out effortlessly as if they were flat ground and walked forward step by step.
He walked for a long time but still couldn't get close to the dilapidated temple that seemed to be within reach.
The strong wind blew away the yellow sand accumulated on the plaque on the door of the dilapidated temple, revealing three large characters engraved in gold foil on it - Chankong Temple.
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Jiang Xin stood on the long and steep mountain steps, looking at the mountain gate with the words "Tianshui Sect" engraved on the top of the mountain, her face slightly wrinkled.
[Although I know this is just an illusion, I don’t want to climb such a long mountain road to cooperate with them. 】
[It’s not fun here, let’s go find our senior brothers and junior brothers.] 】
She looked around, and her little hand tore a space crack out of thin air, drilled into it, and her figure disappeared on the spot.
And the illusion she was in also merged with another illusion.
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Jiang Xiao looked at Jiang Xin who suddenly appeared beside him and showed a happy expression: "Senior Sister, why are you here?"
"I came to play with you." Jiang Xin looked at the wounded Jiang Xiao in the illusion and sighed, "This illusion is so boring. I just took a look and everyone had the same experience."
Although Huanmengxiang pulled Jiangxiao into a fantasy world, it did not cause him to lose his memory.
In other words, in order to cooperate with the academy assessment, Jiang Xin and Jiang Xiao both took the initiative to enter this illusion.
Hearing Jiang Xin's words, Jiang Xiao nodded and said unhappily: "They are so bad, they use our Tianshui Sect as an imaginary enemy. The brothers and sisters in our sect are very caring for their junior brothers and sisters, they would not bully people like in the illusion."
Jiang Xin nodded angrily: "That's right, they are simply ruining the reputation of our Tianshui Sect!"
Suddenly, an idea struck her. "Little Junior Brother, let's go play with the senior brothers and break the illusion while we're at it, shall we?"
Jiang Xiao's heart was moved, and he pulled Jiang Xin obediently: "But the brothers are here to investigate. Will our actions affect their plans?"
Jiang Xin tilted his head and thought about it, and felt that it was impossible: "Everyone's experience in the illusion is similar, and the conditions for passing the illusion should be similar. Let's gather the brothers together, pass the illusion as soon as possible, and return to the sect as soon as possible."
Jiang Xiao was feeling bored in this fantasy world, but when he heard about returning to the sect, he became interested and nodded happily: "Okay, okay, let's go find our brother."
He pointed his little hand in the air, and a passage appeared on the silent mountain road.
The two little guys walked in hand in hand and appeared in front of Ning Yao in the blink of an eye.
At this moment, Ning Yao was looking for a task he could take on in the Merit Hall.
Because of its powerful strength, the real Tianshui Sect accepts very high-level commissions. Most of them start from the Nascent Soul stage. Even the missions for Jindan stage cultivators are very rare.
Ning Yao usually received simpler tasks in the Nascent Soul stage. If he could receive a Golden Core stage task, he would be so happy that tears welled up in his eyes.
The Tianshui Sect in the illusion even had an entire wall covered with tasks for the Qi Refining Period!
Even though he knew it was fake, Ning Yao wanted to accept it all in one breath.
Just as he was arranging the order in which to complete these tasks in his mind, Jiang Xin and Jiang Xiao appeared in front of him: "Big Brother!"
The word "Big Brother" was like a revelation, clearing up Ning Yao's originally somewhat chaotic memory: "Why are you here?"
"I came to play with you." Jiang Xin said softly, and she and Jiang Xiao took his hands on the left and right, and took Ning Yao straight to the next illusion, "Let's go find Second Brother."
The fellow disciples of Tianshui Sect were quickly gathered together. Jiang Xin and Jiang Xiao went to find Ren Yuan and Wen Ziqi, and the last one to come was Wu Xin.
Everyone's memory has been restored, but they feel a little uncomfortable standing in the yellow sand.
Chu Linfeng turned his back, wiped off the remaining sand on his face, and complained in a low voice: "Junior sister, you should come to the master first, and then come to us. This way we don't have to stand here and eat sand."
Jiang Xin looked at Wu Xin complainingly: "We all went to Tianshui Sect, why did you go to Chankong Temple, Master?"
Wu Xin recited a Buddhist verse, with the unfathomable attitude of a Buddhist disciple: "I am devoted to Buddhism, how can I change my mind and turn to Taoism?"
"A frivolous monk who is devoted to Buddhism." Wen Ziqi complained in a low voice and put on his hood to block the wind and sand.
Looking at Jiang Xin and Jiang Xiao, who had their own protective aura and were completely unaffected by the wind and sand, Wen Ziqi felt envious, "Xinxin, what should we do next?"
Jiang Xin smiled slightly: "Of course I follow my heart."
Everyone looked at each other, and suddenly looked sympathetically towards the Chankong Temple buried in the yellow sand not far away.
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