Wen Jingge rubbed and rubbed herself nearby, becoming increasingly anxious the closer she got to the cave entrance. "Hey! Are you there?!"
She muttered to herself, "It doesn't exist" still hadn't appeared. Wen Jingge looked at the hole in the ground again, but it still hadn't disappeared.
"That shouldn't be! I threw you in, so it should have sealed off! Could there be something else nearby?" Wen Jingge got annoyed and shouted at the cave entrance, "If you can hear me, say something!"
The only answer she received was her own echo; the forest was so quiet that not even a passing bird or beast could be seen.
Wen Jingge squatted on the ground, drawing circles and writing down a few key points. Because it was intentional, the words on the ground became scribbles.
Qiao Yu can't be found now;
The magic harp was now in his hand;
Scale, obtained one piece.
On the left, the magic harp; on the right, scales.
Qiao Yu was injured? How was she injured? Before her disciple fully awakened, only she, the main villain, could injure him!
Since "non-existent" is gone, no one can control her now. Perfect, let's test whether Qiao Yu will be killed by her.
Although the scale in her hand and the one in Qiao Yu's hand have different effects, they are from the same source, both having fallen from the Holy Light Rift Python.
Wen Jingge drew a formation, placing the scales in the center and arranging stones representing different types around them. She learned all of this from the books in the library.
This is a world of cultivation, something that would have been impossible in her original world.
However, Wen Jingge tried for a long time but did not see any magical power.
She said to the magic harp, "Magic harp, smell this. I'm looking for another person with scales. Once we find it, we'll kill it."
Outside the illusion, Song Huan was dumbfounded. "This, this, isn't this a broken puzzle? Senior Sister, how did Senior Sister figure it out? She, she actually found the direction herself."
Everyone felt helpless. Fan Zifan patted his empty heart and walked up to Song Huan. "Do you want to place a bet?"
He'll swindle whoever he can; from now on, Fan Zifan is determined to swindle anyone who likes Wen Jinge!
“He placed the order, eleven thousand, and it was for me.” Ai Fengling smiled and continued to spread her fan.
Fan Zifan remembered the fan he had forgotten on the mountain and became even angrier. Huo Yongfei, afraid that he would cause trouble again, grabbed his hand and made him stand up straight. "Look at the sword in her hand, isn't it that one?"
"Which one is it!" Fan Zifan said impatiently. "What's with all this talk about swords? Sword cultivators are just pretentious. Why should a medicine cultivator like me care about swords?"
“It’s that one,” Shan Hongxing said. “Didn’t Master destroy it? How could it appear in the illusion…”
At this point, Shan Hongxing was startled and looked at Bai Teng. "You were there at the time. I remember Master gave you special instructions. He said you should cast a spell on the sword and never let it be opened, because that sword was too dangerous, even Master himself couldn't control it."
"Yes, I did it, but it was Master who destroyed it later. I was unaware of it." Ever since discovering that Wen Jinge had also gone in, Bai Teng's beautiful face was filled with worry, especially after discovering that people like Jiang Zilin were there, she became even more uneasy.
Wen Jingge has a peculiar trait that Bai Teng discovered long ago: she loves to join in the fun and always manages to accomplish something remarkable amidst the excitement.
Bai Teng used to dislike this fifth junior sister, but gradually, she became both worried and happy. Now, she places all her hopes on Wen Jingge.
The restrictions on the illusion are still in place. Since their cultivation levels are high, it will take them a lot of effort to break them. They can't enter for the time being and can only anxiously wait outside.
But Wen Jingge is inside, and has already sealed away a vicious place.
Yes, there are many more such places in the Formless Illusionary Realm.
"Let's look at other places first." Bai Teng rustled the recording stone and gave a pertinent suggestion. "If any disciples give up, bring as many as you can out of the room. Xiao Wu has some memory loss, so he probably won't be able to handle everyone. If those disciples stay inside, they might be in danger."
"What about the disciples who didn't voluntarily withdraw?" Shan Hongxing asked.
There is no fairness left in the illusion realm. Are we going to have to go through another round after all this manpower and resources?
"Those who have already been eliminated, and those who have been found to have voluntarily withdrawn, are fine. The remaining peaks can decide who to recruit!" Huo Yongfei was also having a headache, but the current situation was beyond his control. What other options did he have besides hoping for good fortune for these newcomers?
"She certainly knows how to stir up trouble." Shan Hongxing sneered, tossing a bag of spirit stones to Fan Zifan. "Second Senior Brother, let's pray for good fortune!"
"Who?" Fan Zifan was delighted. Last time, when he found out that Shan Hongxing had become the bettor, he didn't give him a good look. Now, how come this high-and-mighty flower is also greedy for these vulgar things?
Although Fan Zifan found it strange, he was also amused. "Who should we bet on?"
“Wen Jingge’s disciple,” Shan Hongxing said calmly.
This was quite strange; several people glanced at him, some more than others. Shan Hongxing awkwardly touched the sword in his hand and walked to Lu Feiyu's side. "Let's see where that ugly man is going!"
The ugly man, Wen Jingge, didn't know where he was going either; the magic zither was now in an unmanned state.
"Moqin, your nose isn't malfunctioning, is it!" Wen Jingge was flying high in the sky, sitting with her back to the wind. One of the moles on her face was blown off by the wind, and she was holding the mole with heartache.
"Qin! Look down there, it's like the Amazon, the trees are so tall and big. The entrance we came in from, and the place where we later destroyed the clone of Bei Mo Ling's soul, it doesn't resemble this at all. Even if he had eight legs, he couldn't possibly run that fast!"
The magic harp suddenly stopped, hanging high in the sky, completely still.
Wen Jingge instinctively hugged the sword hilt, like a little witch flying on a broomstick, "I'm ready, fly away!"
The Demon Harp Sword pointed downwards and plummeted straight down. Wen Jingge saw the trees on both sides frantically snagging behind her. The Demon Harp was quite considerate; Wen Jingge wasn't hit by the trees even once. She was only forced to sit on a tree, and the Demon Harp Sword returned to her hand.
"My wife used to be the keyboard, but now, my little wife is you. So sweet." Wen Jingge hugged the magic zither and kissed it, then saw his silly apprentice in front of him holding a knife and charging towards the enchanted person.
"Senior sister, what are you doing?" Song Huan saw Wen Jinge in the illusion pick up the Demon Qin Sword, whisper something into the sword, and then rush towards Qiao Yu.
"Heh." Shan Hongxing sneered.
He said that Wen Jingge was no good person at all, and had been intentionally suppressing this disciple all along. Now he probably has amnesia and doesn't know that the jade tablet is the real key to understanding!
Bai Teng also tensed up, even forming a talisman in his sleeve. If Wen Jingge's intentions were not good, the image on the recording stone would immediately disappear.
"prick!"
"Senior Brother Song Qian!" Qiao Yu was delighted to see Wen Jinge, but the sword was thrust straight at her chest.
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