Chapter 48 Illusion
That flippant, teasing voice... it was clearly Feng Mingye!
Su Yunyu looked around warily and saw a ghostly figure standing in front of her, its red sleeves hanging down and bloodstains visible.
His clothes were as red as blood, his eyebrows and eyes were alluring, and his narrow eyes, like a fox's, gleamed with pleasure as he stared intently at Su Yunyu, and he laughed:
"Why didn't you say so sooner? Otherwise, I would never have been able to treat you like that."
As she spoke, a flurry of footsteps sounded behind her. Su Yunyu gripped her Xuehua sword tightly, her gaze grave. A large group of guards were closing in, ready to pounce and claim credit. But Feng Mingye simply raised his hand, nonchalantly.
"Everyone, step back."
Under the order, although the guards were confused, they obediently withdrew. Xiao Shuying stood in front of Su Yunyu, her gaze fixed on Feng Mingye.
"You must not speak arrogantly to my master."
It was obvious that Feng Mingye's interest lay entirely with Su Yunyu, but Xiao Shuying wanted to use Su Yunyu's unparalleled cultivation to get rid of him.
As for how to eliminate him, the obvious method is to deliberately attract attention and let Feng Mingye kill him first, so that Su Yunyu will definitely not give up.
Seeing Long Aotian standing protectively in front of her, Su Yunyu was overjoyed, thinking that her plan to win him over was nearing its end.
Although quite pleased with himself, he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart. Was Long Aotian really not afraid of Feng Mingye killing him...?
As expected, upon hearing this, Feng Mingye glanced at Xiao Shuying, pondering the dangerous gaze he had just sensed in the hall, and a murderous intent arose within him.
He snorted coldly: "It's not your place to speak here."
With that, she raised her sleeve and flicked it, causing blood droplets to fly through the air. Su Yunyu tensed up, pushed Xiao Shuying aside, and told him to quickly go find the demon dragon to get the scales. As for Feng Mingye, she would deal with him herself.
Amidst the crimson sky, the Xuehua Sword reflected an extremely dazzling, cold light. Su Yunyu gripped the scabbard tightly, ignoring whether Feng Mingye was casting a spell or not, and flew away with the sword in hand.
With a clang, a demonic chain tightly bound the Snow Blossom Sword. Even though Su Yunyu released spiritual energy to freeze the chain, he suddenly realized something:
With the added boost of demonic energy, Feng Mingye is clearly stronger.
Before Su Yunyu could even feel a chill, Feng Mingye's soft laughter reached her ears. Just as she was about to attack again, a flowing red sleeve unknowingly wrapped around her waist. With a tightening of the sleeve, Su Yunyu involuntarily stumbled towards Feng Mingye—
In the instant he fell, Su Yunyu's pupils contracted sharply, and he realized that his cultivation seemed to have declined. He hurriedly raised the Xuehua Sword and thrust it straight at Feng Mingye's heart. So Hongxiu changed her target and wrapped herself around the Xuehua Sword.
Despite being a Heavenly-grade spiritual weapon, the Snow Blossom Sword, imbued with the essence of heaven and earth and tempered by the light of the sun and moon, still managed to slice through Hongxiu with a sharp slash, no matter how powerful the opponent was.
In an instant, Feng Mingye's serpentine red sleeve shattered into pieces of red silk. Before Su Yunyu could even breathe a sigh of relief, she saw Feng Mingye stroking the torn cuff with one hand, still smiling.
"How cruel! Are you planning to kill me outright?"
"..."
Su Yunyu didn't intend to answer. The red particles floating in front of him made him dizzy. He glanced back at Xiao Shuying's figure, only to find that there was nothing behind him!
This is obviously not right. When he arrived here, he could see a very thick shadow on the open ground. Moreover, no matter how dense the blood particles were, they shouldn't have made Long Aotian disappear all at once.
Su Yunyu warily raised her eyes to look at Feng Mingye, who was in no hurry to spar, and asked in a displeased tone:
What tricks did you play?
Upon realizing he had been discovered, Feng Mingye's smile deepened.
"Don't worry, I won't touch you, but I might not be able to touch your apprentice."
What did you do to him?
Su Yunyu spoke sternly, her expression still cold, but she was somewhat flustered inside.
He didn't believe that Long Aotian would die at Feng Mingye's hands, but this sense of the unknown, beyond his control, still made him uneasy.
Seeing the obvious fluctuations in his emotions, the murderous intent flashing in his eyes towards Xiao Shuying, yet also a sense of pleasure at the impending death of Xiao Shuying, Feng Mingye slowly and deliberately admired the subtle expressions on Su Yunyu's face, and said:
"Don't rush. I just sensed something unusual about your disciple in the hall. He doesn't seem to be the harmless person he appears to be..."
Su Yunyu interrupted him: "Stop talking nonsense! What exactly did you do!"
This is obvious. Long Aotian is no ordinary person. Anyone who can reach the pinnacle of the Great Dao is definitely superior to everyone else.
Thinking of the strangeness of this place and the disappearance of Long Aotian, Su Yunyu became somewhat anxious. Gripping the Xuehua Sword, she was unwilling to listen to Feng Mingye's nonsense any longer and decided to fight him.
"If you don't talk, I'll kill you!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Su Yunyu leaped into the air, her cold white sleeves fluttering like rain and snow, her aloof face untouched by any dust. She blended into the red mist, causing Feng Mingye to stare involuntarily for a moment. When he came to his senses, a sharp pain shot through his heart, and he hurriedly retreated a few steps.
He raised his hand to his chest and saw blood on his palm. Fortunately, he reacted quickly and the puncture only penetrated a tiny hair; otherwise…
Although Su Yunyu's life was in danger, Feng Mingye showed no seriousness whatsoever, still looking at him with a teasing smile.
"Why bother? Just stay here with me, and everything here is yours."
Seeing that even at this point, Feng Mingye still couldn't resist spouting nonsense and being flirtatious, Su Yunyu's forehead twitched, and she said fiercely:
"Stop talking nonsense!"
Amidst the flashing swords and the clash of blades, Xiao Shuying, surrounded by the same blood particles, discovered that the heavy breathing around her had ceased, and the murky shadow had vanished without a trace.
Xiao Shuying suddenly felt a sense of foreboding. The demonic dragon had vanished without a trace, so where could it have gone?
As he was looking around, he heard the clanging of swords coming from the shadowy red mist. He assumed that Su Yunyu and Feng Mingye were already locked in a fierce battle, so he quickened his pace to look for clues.
But the sounds of fighting pierced through the thick red mist, becoming increasingly clear to her ears. Xiao Shuying turned around and, upon seeing what was happening, her pupils constricted sharply—
Nearby, Feng Mingye was holding a demonic chain that was tightly wrapped around Su Yunyu. At Su Yunyu's feet, the Xuehua Sword lay fallen.
Feng Mingye gathered demonic energy in his hands, transforming it into a sharp blade, while Su Yunyu hovered in mid-air, seemingly powerless to resist, awaiting her execution.
This perilous situation momentarily threw Xiao Shuying into a state of mental chaos. Without thinking, she leaped forward and roared:
"stop!"
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw that the demonic energy in Feng Mingye's hand was about to pierce Su Yunyu's heart. Xiao Shuying spun around and flew directly in front of Su Yunyu, forcefully taking the blow of demonic energy—
A sharp, piercing pain emanated from his heart, sweeping through his entire body like a raging storm. Xiao Shuying crashed heavily to the ground, the taste of blood escaping his mouth. He bit his lower lip hard and raised his hand to touch his heart.
Blood was dripping from Xiao Shuying's palm, and she vomited blood, her breath filled with pain.
When she looked up, she saw Feng Mingye gathering energy in his hand as if to make a sharp blade. Xiao Shuying's pain intensified, and when she subconsciously tried to get up to block him, she suddenly froze.
Wait, something's not right.
Although the demonic energy in the Demon Realm is denser and Feng Mingye is stronger than usual, Su Yunyu's cultivation is not that of a lamb to the slaughter.
Moreover, Feng Mingye's interest in Su Yunyu was genuine, so why would he kill him so casually?
No, this is all very strange.
Most importantly...
Xiao Shuying raised her hand and glanced again at her blood-soaked palm, vaguely thinking:
Why did I take that blow for Su Yunyu?
It would be the safest outcome for him if Su Yunyu died.
He can now control his cultivation level from his first life more and more, and it won't be long before he returns to his peak. Looking back on his first life, the only obstacle was none other than Su Yunyu.
Now it seems that the only change, the only unpredictable obstacle, is none other than Su Yunyu.
So why did he block this attack for Su Yunyu?
Hearing Feng Mingye's wild laughter and Su Yunyu's painful forbearance, Xiao Shuying closed her eyes, not wanting to look.
What I'm seeing is fake, that's for sure, but why does it feel like everything is out of control, like everything is out of place?
The pain in her chest seemed genuine; Xiao Shuying covered the gushing blood, and her eyes were bloodshot as she lowered them.
Calm down, calm down, this is an illusion. How do we get out? How do we get the scales...?
Amidst the fluctuations, this time was unlike before. The powerful cultivation of her first life had unknowingly returned, and vast spiritual energy swirled around the unsuspecting Xiao Shuying, transforming into sharp blades that slicing through everything before her—
A soft cracking sound rang out, and Xiao Shuying felt a dull ache all over her body, as if all her strength had been drained away. The wild laughter and suppressed pain that had once filled her ears had vanished, replaced by a familiar voice that gradually faded into her ears:
"What exactly did you do to him?!"
"If you stay in the Demon Realm, I might spare his life."
This is……
Xiao Shuying suddenly gasped twice. When she looked up again, blood particles flew everywhere. In the blood-red sky, a snow-white figure was wielding a cold sword and entangled with the person in red.
It's broken; what just happened was an illusion.
Xiao Shuying forcibly suppressed her chaotic thoughts, and when she lowered her hand, she saw that her heart was still covered in wounds.
It seems that the injuries sustained in that illusion were real.
If you are blinded by your emotions and fail to realize it, you might die inside.
It seems that the Demon Realm is not to be underestimated. Xiao Shuying glanced at the two people fighting fiercely not far away, then slowly stood up and looked at the murky shadow in front of her.
Hearing heavy breathing and a damp, labored breath, Xiao Shuying was certain that it was a demonic dragon.
He endured the pain in his chest and walked step by step through the overwhelming blood particles until he finally saw a huge abyss before him.
Its depths cast shadows in the sky, and coiled within them was a jet-black dragon, nailed to a pillar.
The dragon has no combat ability; its only purpose is to output demonic energy. Its life is extremely long, and it is trapped in the abyss, never seeing the light of day.
The creature before her was sleeping with its eyes closed, heavy breathing coming from its moist nostrils. Xiao Shuying approached silently, took out a sharp blade from her spatial storage, and intended to remove a scale.
All the dragon scales had essentially the same effect, so Xiao Shuying decided to cut off the closest one. Just as she was measuring them, the dragon exhaled a breath of hot air, and when Xiao Shuying looked up, she saw the dragon staring at her.
Those blood-red dragon eyes seemed to be observing. Xiao Shuying paused only briefly before swiftly slashing off a scale. The moment she got the scale, the demonic dragon let out a furious snort.
"Waaah—"
At that moment, Feng Mingye, who was enjoying the tender swordplay with Su Yunyu, paused upon hearing the demonic dragon's roar, staring in disbelief into the distance:
Then, standing in the abyss, was Xiao Shuying.
Damn it, how could a Foundation Establishment stage trash like him possibly see through an illusion!
Or perhaps the images in that illusion were simply useless to him.
Feng Mingye recalled the scene when he wove the illusion. He deliberately designed it so that Xiao Shuying would die in order to protect "Su Yunyu" from injury.
Now that he's out of the illusion, it only proves that he didn't shield "Su Yunyu" from too many injuries, which means...
Feng Mingye gave a meaningful smile, his gaze shifting to Su Yunyu, who had stopped fighting and was now searching for Xiao Shuying's figure. He said:
"Actually, your disciple doesn't care about you. In the illusion I set up, you would have been killed by me. If he cared about you, he would have shielded you from injury and died in the illusion. But now he's out..."
The unspoken meaning was self-evident. Su Yunyu ignored the noise and headed straight for the shadowy figure.
As expected, it was Long Aotian. Su Yunyu breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing that the demonic energy around the dragon was becoming increasingly dense, she did not want to get entangled any longer. She cast a teleportation array, grabbed Xiao Shuying's hand, and fled.
Feng Mingye didn't pursue further. He merely stared at the blood seeping from his fingertips, remembering the bloodstain already imprinted, and narrowed his eyes, shouting at Su Yunyu:
You will come back to me—
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Author's note: Happy National Day! [Sprinkling flowers]
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