When Hua Xiangyun saw Du Yuehe and the others standing side by side on the stage, solemnly apologizing to her, the anger that had been building up in her heart finally dissipated.
When she came to her senses, she found herself standing in the tomb passage.
Hua Xiangyun clutched her chest, laughing heartily. Even if it was all an illusion, she had finally shaken off the deepest inferiority complex in her heart.
The real truth is that she was indeed bullied by those classmates. She was young at the time and didn't have the courage to fight back, so she suffered in silence for a long time.
In the end, it was her senior who discovered the clues. He gathered a group of classmates and friends, who went to their classroom door every day to pick them up and drop them off. He also warned a few of the culprits. Only then was she able to have some peace and quiet in the days that followed.
Today's encounter with this illusion has ironically benefited her, allowing her to stop harboring resentment and revealing that what lies deep within her heart is rebellion.
Wu Chenxi also emerged from the illusion at this moment. The master and disciple did not say much and continued to walk forward.
Along the way, they broke through several more formations, from which Hua Xiangyun learned a lot. She looked forward to the first challenge.
“The opponent probably wasn’t very proficient in formations back then,” Wu Chenxi said with some concern. If it were a Xuanmen sorcerer from the past, they wouldn’t have set up such an easy-to-break formation. The real difficulty must be in what follows.
"Don't touch anything next," Wu Chenxi said, taking out a porcelain bottle. She took one pill herself and then poured out a black pill for Hua Xiangyun. "This is an antidote. Take it first."
Hua Xiangyun didn't ask any more questions and just popped it into her mouth.
The master and apprentice finally arrived at the main tomb. The forty-square-meter space was empty, with only a coffin placed in the very center.
There was no trace of yin energy; it was as if it were an ordinary tomb.
Could this really just be a simple tomb? But what about the yin energy that surged out earlier?
Just as the master and apprentice were about to open the coffin to find out what was inside, the entire main tomb was suddenly shrouded in yin energy, instantly becoming eerie.
Hua Xiangyun and her master stood back to back and heard a series of wails in their ears, as if something was being tortured.
Having experienced the illusion before, Hua Xiangyun dared not be disturbed by it again, gripping the dagger in her hand with a wary expression.
Wu Chenxi said, "Stop hiding your true intentions. You've gone to so much trouble to lure us here. Come out and tell us your purpose."
"Tsk tsk tsk tsk... I thought the Xuanmen had all fled, but I didn't expect that two women and children were left to hold the fort." A sinister voice came from the coffin. Then, a phantom floated on it and slowly revealed an old man in a black robe.
Behind him, countless shadows struggled, trying to break free.
"You deliberately trapped Yuan Tian Mirror there, didn't you?" Wu Chenxi ignored his sarcasm and said directly.
"You went to all this trouble to lure us here, you didn't just come here to say this boring stuff?"
"Let me introduce myself. I am the Grand Preceptor of Chu Dong Kingdom, and also the Right Protector of Xuanmen at that time," Rong Rong said, his expression somewhat smug, perhaps thinking of his glorious moments. "I am quite different from your current behavior, like a rat crossing the street."
Wu Chenxi shielded Hua Xiangyun behind her without making a sound, "So what? Just like you now, you can't escape birth, aging, sickness and death either."
Rongbao was not provoked. "I'm not just changing my way of living, I'm about to gain immortality."
After a thousand years of accumulation, coupled with the terrain of this place and the presence of an axe-shaped evil spirit, he has taken more than half a step forward on the path to becoming a ghost immortal.
Although these two junior disciples of the Xuanmen sect were not to his liking, even a small mosquito is still meat. If he left them here, their sects would come looking for him again.
This is a good deal. If he gets a few more, he can become a Ghost Immortal, and the constraints of this mortal world will be insignificant to him.
Wu Chenxi had thought that the tomb contained at most a thousand-year-old ghost, but she didn't expect it to be a thousand-year-old ghost from the Xuanmen sect. It seems that he has turned to ghost cultivation, which is not good news for her and her master.
"Senior Rong, I have a question for you to answer," Wu Chenxi said, subtly taking out a defensive magic weapon as she spoke. "The Yuantian Mirror at the West Reservoir in Heping County has had its fate altered by someone defying the heavens, hasn't it?"
"You mean that kid? He's just unlucky. Who told him to be assigned to the royal family?"
His mother was merely a minor beauty, yet she dared to dream of competing for the emperor's favor with the former imperial concubine.
The Imperial Concubine only used some minor tricks, and she was banished to the Cold Palace.
As an infant prince, if it weren't for my pity and the decision to have him taken out of the palace, he would have died young, and never enjoyed such a glorious life.
Rong Rong felt there was nothing wrong with saying this; even if the emperor were alive, there was nothing he could do about it now.
Since these two young mystics were willing to listen to the secret that had been hidden for over a thousand years, he didn't mind telling them.
After so many years of seclusion in this tomb, it's time to let loose.
"Although he was born into royalty, he is not destined to inherit the throne. Such a life of wealth and honor is wasted on him. I promised him a lifetime of wealth and honor, and he should repay me in some way."
Both sides are satisfied this way; he should be grateful to me.
Hua Xiangyun: "But you never asked for his opinion, and you even used him until your death."
Rong Rong glanced at Hua Xiangyun, his brows furrowing slightly. "Something's off about your face, little girl. I can't see it clearly."
Hua Xiangyun, "..."
“But none of that matters anymore,” Rong Rong thought that these two were not going to escape anyway, and no matter how mysterious their appearances were, they had no way to escape from him today.
"That kid has actually benefited from misfortune, allowing him to exist in this world for another thousand years. When I have mastered my skills, I will send him on his way."
A thousand-year-old soul is a great tonic for ghost cultivators, so that kid still has some value.
"So the memories you left in his mind are all fake?" Hua Xiangyun understood immediately. Yuan Tianjing was just a pawn, but a crucial one at that.
He deliberately set up that array on the Yuan Tian Realm cemetery mountain as a way to filter out cultivators within the Xuanmen sect, much like the fishing and planting techniques of later generations. (x sound)
"Heh! You can think that way too. It's just a pity that the Xuanmen has declined for so many years, and now we have only two juniors like you."
His tone was laced with disdain; even his worst disciple couldn't match his level of cultivation.
“However, one thing about that kid’s memory is true: this tomb was originally prepared for him. Such a good feng shui location, I naturally couldn’t let him have it.” Rong Rong said with some regret, “It’s just a pity that his descendants, I don’t know who influenced them, actually abandoned him and fled overseas.”
If I hadn't been so preoccupied with worldly affairs back then, I would have reunited them with their family long ago.
What a wonderful thousand-year-old vengeful ghost, and I just let it slip through my fingers.
The regretful tone in his voice infuriated Hua Xiangyun and Wu Chenxi. It seemed he was trying to squeeze every last drop of value out of the Yuan Tian Mirror.
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