Chapter 152 Let him go back, dogs fighting.
Yu Zhiyi had long heard that there were other esoteric practitioners in the world, and she also knew that some people were unwilling to endure the long and tedious cultivation process and would choose some unorthodox methods to assist in their cultivation.
These evil cultivators are often extremely powerful, and even mystical practitioners of the same level can easily suffer losses or even lose their lives at their hands.
For example, this evil cultivator who set up the Hundred Dreams Killing Technique, although his strength was not as good as Yu Zhiyi's, was able to lure Yu Zhiyi into the formation.
If it were a legitimate formation, Yu Zhiyi would definitely have noticed it.
However, the evil cultivators used a wide variety of formations, which even she found difficult to detect at first.
If it were used to kill other sorcerers, they would probably have succeeded long ago.
It's just a pity that the other party wanted to kill her.
Yu Zhiyi glanced in a certain direction and sneered inwardly.
There is an intricate relationship between the formation and the person who sets it up; if the formation is broken, the person who set it up will also suffer a backlash.
Meanwhile, in a magnificent mansion on the outskirts of the city, an ordinary-looking man was surrounded by beauties, one massaging his shoulders, another rubbing his legs, and yet another feeding him wine. From a distance, it looked as if he had stumbled into a spider's web.
The man was thoroughly enjoying himself, pinching one girl's cheek one moment and teasing another with his words the next, having a wonderful time.
Opposite the man, a middle-aged man dressed in ordinary clothes said in a deep voice, "Master, is this really okay?"
Although the middle-aged man tried his best to speak in a normal voice, a hint of sharpness could still be heard in his words.
The master glanced disdainfully at the middle-aged man, his gaze sweeping between the man's legs, and said casually, "No matter how talented a mere unorthodox practitioner is, he is no match for this master."
"Even a peak Qi Refining Realm expert couldn't break through the Hundred Dreams Killing Technique. At most, they could only enter the later, more advanced stages."
He sneered: "If she dies in the earlier dream layers, she'll be lucky. At most, she'll feel fear, but her soul will remain intact. But if she's killed in the later, more advanced dream layers, she won't even be able to keep her soul."
Each subsequent dream he enters is terrifying.
The middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief: "Then... then I can rest assured. Don't worry, after it's done, the master will definitely not treat you unfairly."
"Hmph, prepare plenty of women for me then." His gaze swept over the women beside him, his eyes filled with undisguised disdain: "Remember, what this master wants are virgins!"
The array flags he used to set up the Hundred Dreams Killing formation needed to be nourished by the essence and blood of virgins in order to function and become increasingly powerful.
Suddenly, as if someone had grabbed the man by the neck of fate, his eyes widened sharply, his pupils bulging.
Immediately afterwards, he spat out a mouthful of blood.
The middle-aged man and the women were both startled, and the women immediately scattered like birds.
The middle-aged man wanted to step forward, but as soon as he made a move, he saw the master fall to the ground and roll around.
He let out a painful howl.
Then, his face began to change.
The master originally looked to be only in his thirties or forties, but soon his face became wrinkled, and before long he looked like an old man in his eighties or nineties.
But that's not all!
Although the old man in his eighties or nineties was old, he still looked somewhat human.
But soon, all the color, luster, and moisture on the master's face faded, leaving only a dry, withered skin.
His appearance at that moment resembled a skeleton covered in skin, which was extremely frightening.
"Ah!! A ghost!"
The women were so frightened that they ran out of the house.
The middle-aged man also stared wide-eyed in horror.
Finally, the master's appearance stopped changing, and he stopped rolling around.
Lying on the ground, panting heavily, the master moved his hands, trying to get up, but inadvertently caught a glimpse of his own hands.
His eyes widened suddenly.
Then he touched his face.
"No! No! My face!"
"My cultivation level!"
Suddenly, he raised his eyes and glared at the middle-aged man: "Go back and tell your master that you concealed the other party's true cultivation level, causing my cultivation to plummet. I'll remember this debt! Tell her to wash her neck and wait!"
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Yu Zhiyi's lips curled up slightly.
She not only broke through the Hundred Dreams Killing Technique, but also used a talisman to shatter the opponent's cultivation from a distance, following the direction of their aura.
At that time, that person's strength had already regressed to the mortal realm.
It can't cause much of a stir anymore.
In fact, she is capable of killing people directly.
After all, the Hundred Dreams Killing formation, a vicious and insidious technique, requires the blood of a virgin to nourish and enhance its level.
With such power today, those evil cultivators have harmed at least eight hundred, if not a thousand, women.
This kind of scum deserves to die.
However, Yu Zhiyi still wanted to keep him around to deal with the person behind the scenes.
She could guess with her toes who had spent a fortune to bribe the heretical cultivator.
That evil cultivator not only failed this time, but also lost over a hundred years of cultivation, and his prized Hundred Dream Killing Array Flag was destroyed. He must be filled with boundless hatred.
He suffered a great loss at her hands and would certainly not dare to have any more thoughts of dealing with her, so he could only vent his hatred on the person behind the scenes.
What she loves most is watching them fight like dogs.
However, if he underestimated this person's determination for revenge, the other party might actually dare to come knocking on his door...
Oh.
He's nothing but a stray dog.
Not long after Yu Zhiyi returned to Linfeng Pavilion, Du Ziheng came looking for her.
Although Yu Zhiyi was not threatened or injured in the slightest during today's ordeal, Li Rou was quite frightened. When she returned, she was extremely pale and in a daze.
The housekeeper noticed the change in Li Rou and reported it to Du Ziheng.
Are you alright?
Yu Zhiyi shook her head: "It's nothing."
Seeing that she looked normal and moved freely, as if she really hadn't been hurt, Du Ziheng was a little puzzled: "The housekeeper came by earlier and said that Li Rou seemed to have been frightened. Did something happen on the way?"
Yu Zhiyi didn't hide anything: "Someone bribed evil cultivators to deal with us, and Li Rou was indeed frightened."
Du Ziheng's expression changed: "Heretical cultivator? Is that what I mean?"
Yu Zhiyi nodded: "Yes."
Du Ziheng's face turned even uglier.
Although he didn't know the exact strength of the evil cultivators, he knew how terrifying the scoundrels among ordinary people could be.
"It just so happens that the young master of Tianyu Manor is coming today. I will ask him to capture that evil cultivator."
Yu Zhiyi was taken aback: "Young Master of Tianyu Manor?"
Her gaze gradually became somewhat peculiar.
In her previous life, this young master of Tianyu Manor also became You Bingyue's confidant.
For this reason, Du Ziheng, who later became prime minister, once abused his power for personal gain and sent troops to besiege Tianyu Manor.
Today is the day that the young master of the manor fell in love with You Bingyue at first sight.
And if she's not mistaken, something interesting will happen today.
Du Ziheng, unaware of Yu Zhiyi's thoughts, explained, "Young Master Li is a good friend of mine. I stayed at Tianyu Manor for a period of time when I was traveling for my studies."
He suddenly remembered the purpose of his visit: "My friend will be coming to my house for a gathering tomorrow night. Zhiyi, would you like to come?"
Yu Zhiyi raised an eyebrow: "Will Miss You come?"
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