She reached for the teapot, poured a cup of tea, and handed it to Song Zhou, saying, "Since that's the case, then you can drink this tea."
Song Zhou suddenly looked at her, then quickly shook his head. There must be something fishy about keeping this tea here.
Lu Fuyue put down her tea and slowly said, "Only men with intact primordial yang can enter the illusion by drinking this tea. If we cannot enter the illusion and break the formation, then we will be trapped here until the spiritual energy in our bodies is completely absorbed by the things in this room."
Song Zhou's face turned pale, and he gripped his sleeves tightly with both hands. "Senior Brother Lu, we won't die here, will we?"
Lu Fuyue lowered her eyes and remained silent.
The next second, Song Zhou seemed to suddenly remember something, and his gossipy gaze fell on her. "Senior Brother Lu, your virginity... is gone?"
Lu Fuyue glanced at him indifferently, her words carrying a veiled warning.
However, in Song Zhou's eyes, her expression was tacit agreement.
A strong sense of curiosity ignited in Song Zhou's heart. He quickly walked over to Lu Fuyue's side and sat down. "Senior Brother Lu, what kind of woman could possibly win over a genius like you?"
"Tell me about it, there's still plenty of time."
Ignoring the man's shamelessness, Lu Fuyue handed the tea on the table to him again.
"Instead of wasting time on this, we'd be better off dealing with the immediate problem first."
Song Zhou's face immediately fell, and he slumped onto the table. "No way, Senior Brother Lu, do I really have to drink it?"
Lu Fuyue looked at him and said, "You can choose not to drink it, but haven't you noticed that the spiritual energy in your body is constantly disappearing?"
Upon hearing this, Song Zhou immediately circulated his cultivation technique to check his body. Sure enough, the spiritual energy within him was silently dissipating.
So he gritted his teeth, steeled his resolve, and shakily picked up the cup to his lips. But the next second, he abruptly put the cup down, looking pitifully at Lu Fuyue. "Senior Brother Lu, you must protect me! If I really die, who will accompany you to the underworld? Who will keep you company along the way?"
Lu Fuyue raised her hand and summoned the Weak Water Zither. "Don't worry, after you die, I will burn some paper money for you and ensure you are rich and powerful in the underworld."
Song Zhou exaggeratedly clutched his chest, shaking his head and sighing repeatedly, "It's really heartbreaking. I respected you so much and treated you like my own brother."
“When we cultivators die, we are truly dead; there is no afterlife.”
Lu Fuyue moved the cup of tea toward him, saying, "There's no need for that. After all, we're not that close."
Song Zhou glared at Lu Fuyue, "What a heartless man." Then he raised his glass and gulped it down. In no time, everything went black, and he collapsed onto the table.
Suddenly, a thick white fog rose into the room. Lu Fuyue quickly grabbed the hem of Song Zhou's clothes at the back of his neck, alertly watching the changes around them.
The scene changed, and Lu Fuyue instantly appeared on a desolate mountain overgrown with weeds.
The night was dark, the moon was setting in the west, and a flock of crows perched on a branch, their eerie green eyes fixed on Lu Fuyue, occasionally cawing.
But Song Zhou, who was originally with her, disappeared.
Lu Fuyue's eyes darkened. She had sensed something was amiss the moment she stepped into the inn.
The white-haired old man who never looked up, the servant's empty eye sockets, and the cultivators who had walked in front of them all suggested that something was amiss at this inn.
Although these people were breathing, their heels were not touching the ground. The group stood one in front of the other and never exchanged any words.
And that room—as soon as she stepped inside, the Phoenix Red Lotus Divine Fire within her began to stir restlessly.
However, due to the rules of the Netherworld City, she had no choice but to risk entering, as it might be more dangerous outside than inside.
Lu Fuyue looked around at the surroundings, then gradually opened her divine sense to carefully search for Song Zhou's location. When she grabbed Song Zhou's collar, she secretly cast a tracking spell on him to prevent him from getting into trouble.
A moment later, Lu Fuyue suddenly looked towards the depths of the desolate mountain opposite. Under the dark night, white mist rose, and a small temple appeared out of thin air. At this moment, Song Zhou was kneeling every three steps as he walked towards the temple.
A hint of seriousness flashed in Lu Fuyue's eyes, and she became vigilant. She quickly circulated her cultivation technique and headed towards that place. However, when Lu Fuyue arrived there, she was blocked by a barrier.
Upon seeing Lu Fuyue, Song Zhou's expression brightened. He was about to ask for help, but the next second his body involuntarily knelt down again, bowing towards the direction of the small temple.
His face changed drastically, and he hurriedly cried out, "Senior Brother Lu, save me!"
Inside the small temple is a statue of a Bodhisattva with an extremely strange appearance. The statue is entirely red, with its hands clasped together, but its eyes are utterly empty. Only a red cloth barely covers its body, and half of its face is hidden behind a golden mask, its expression a mixture of laughter and sorrow.
Lu Fuyue looked at the barrier in front of her, her eyes darkening. Then she formed a hand seal, and a ball of golden-red flame appeared out of thin air in her hands. Instantly, the barrier seemed to have encountered something terrifying, and quickly faded away and disappeared from the spot.
Seeing this, Song Zhou stared at Lu Fuyue in shock. Although he knew before that Senior Brother Lu was actually a hundred or two hundred years younger than him and had a higher cultivation level, he had not expected that Senior Brother Lu's strength had reached such a terrifying level.
This talent is probably only comparable to that of the disciple of the Heavenly Profound Sect's patriarch and his senior brother in the entire cultivation world.
Could he be from that place?
Lu Fuyue had just walked up to Song Zhou when Song Zhou's body still uncontrollably continued to kneel down in front of the temple.
His face was contorted in pain. "Senior Brother Lu, please save me!"
"If you don't come soon, you might not even see my corpse anymore."
Lu Fuyue's eyes darkened slightly, and she reached out to pull Song Zhou up. But neither of them saw that the Buddha statue suddenly laughed eerily.
In the desolate wilderness, a strange little temple suddenly appeared. Anyone with a brain could tell that this temple was not ordinary, especially the Buddha statue enshrined in it.
It's probably some lonely ghost that died in the wilderness, and in order to get incense offerings, it transformed into human form and built this deserted temple.
If one truly treats it as a proper Buddha statue and worships it, then what awaits him is only to turn into a wisp of incense, becoming nourishment for wandering ghosts.
A sharp, piercing voice rang out, "Lu Fuyue, why don't you kneel before me?"
Song Zhou slowly stood up with Lu Fuyue's help. When he saw a woman wearing a red cloth and a gold mask appear in front of him, his face turned pale instantly.
She jumped and hid behind Lu Fuyue, yelling, "A ghost—"
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