Conspiracy
Lin Yun ignored the illusion, which was still performing on its own. She raised her hand to her eyes and asked, "System, have you broken through the illusion?"
"Host, are you still in the illusion?"
"Yes, I'm facing my miserable life head-on." She spoke with a serious yet tragic tone, her eyes not even glancing at the person chasing after her.
"Words and actions don't match." The system's words were tinged with amusement.
Upon arriving at the Jingyin Sect, as she spent more time with the system, this companion residing in her sea of consciousness began to joke and play with her, and their relationship became increasingly intimate.
Lin Yunwang had long since let go of that matter—the system promised to protect her, but it never appeared during those difficult and long years.
The close relationship between the two was an inevitable destiny.
Even if Lin Yun is abandoned by the entire world, the system will be the last one to protect her. Moreover, only He knows the weight of those secrets buried deep in her soul.
If knowing secrets can bring people closer, then conspiracy is the best way to do so.
Lin Yun thought to himself: We must seek change, otherwise we will be in a passive situation again and again.
The girl was somewhat weary of the endless, unstructured trials that were nothing but meaningless imitations. She didn't want to continue seeing the poorly acted phantoms pretending to be her old friends, nor did she want to relive those agonizing days, even though they no longer affected or harmed her.
Liking and disliking are matters of the heart.
Lin Yun said directly, "In the next illusion, you need to break free as soon as possible, scan the area, find the place where the power is most concentrated, and I will attack that place."
A sharp smile curved her lips. This was a declaration of war, openly declared, and now all that remained was for Qianjita to accept it.
Not long after she finished speaking, the phantom that had been muttering beside her disappeared.
This made her smile even wider. After waiting quietly for a while, the fourth door suddenly opened.
Lin Yun went inside.
Even with preconceived notions, one can't help but feel a jolt of surprise.
A scene of carnage and blood engulfing her eyes. Severed limbs lay scattered like withered branches on the scorched earth, and the congealed blood failed to reflect the color of the sky. This nightmare, etched deep into her soul, had caused her spirit, nurtured in peacetime, to tremble for countless long nights.
But that was her from a long time ago.
Now, Lin Yunwang has already learned how to face the recurring dream, even to the point of self-torture, persistently seeking the optimal solution.
Now, she no longer hesitates to hold on to the hand that was forced to let go, nor does she feel that her life is bleak because she was abandoned by her savior. Looking back, everything seems much lighter, and nothing is enough to crush her.
In the blink of an eye, his eyes regained their clarity.
The past is no longer an obstacle to her progress, but rather an aid. Throughout her long period of questioning, she has been striving to find the answer to one question: What will the future hold?
Now her answer is taking shape, and she hopes that the people she cares about and who are worthwhile are in the future.
"Shall we continue?" She spread her hands in the void. "The moment the weapons were taken away, this competition was no longer fair." If it were just a simple trial, it would be fine, but Lin Yun could clearly see the figure hidden in the tower, and the endless environment was most likely her doing.
It relies entirely on the fact that it is the creator of the rules, and no one else can speak out against its injustice.
Thinking like that is truly shameless.
It's like a child obsessed with winning or losing, determined to win no matter what, regardless of the rules. And here we are again, cheating.
The surrounding scenery changed again. She had already passed all the pre-set challenges; this was a last-minute assignment. Lin Yun sighed helplessly, worried that the system hadn't returned for so long. What was trapping it? But she still believed in the system's strength.
Thinking of this, she suddenly realized that her resonance ability had been activated in this space, without even the side effect of hidden pain in her sea of consciousness. Why was this? Was "I" not "I"?
When I came to my senses, I found myself on a snow-capped mountain.
From an overhead view, Lin Yunwang recognized Zhongyu Mountain of the Jingyin Sect at a glance. It wasn't because she was particularly familiar with it, but because in her memory, there was only one snow-capped mountain with such a steep slope.
She already knew the flaw in the Tower of a Thousand Counts' seemingly bugged ability—it could only fabricate illusions based on the memories of those who entered the tower. However, upon closer examination, it couldn't really be called a flaw, but rather simply a problem with its operating logic.
Revisiting the process of seeking the medicine from a third-person perspective allows for a better understanding of the overall picture.
Lin Yun stroked his chin, pondering: He originally thought it was just bad luck, but now he felt that this whole thing was set up specifically for him.
Just as she was pondering, the system's voice finally came from her mind.
"The area with the strongest spatial power is three inches to your right!"
Without the slightest hesitation, Lin Yun immediately cast a spell and formed hand seals. Instantly, a strong wind arose, and the snow that had been falling to the ground was blown up and covered his face.
"The host's control over the wind is still so poor..." The system's words were blown away by the gale before it could finish speaking.
Lin Yun focused on forming hand seals, ignoring the system's complaints.
The white light in the space flickered with the wind, until at one point it suddenly dimmed for a long time.
After completing the hand seals, she retorted, "I'm first in this course, and Steward Han also praised me as the student who mastered the Wind Spell the fastest he's ever seen." Her voice rose at the end, sounding like a cat with its tail wagging. She never hid her pride in her achievements, but this demeanor was only a "special privilege" provided by the system.
"Wind is a natural thing, and it's even more difficult in this isolated space. The fact that you've managed to do this much is already quite remarkable."
The system completed what it hadn't said.
"That's not all." She surveyed the space being torn apart by the turbulent flow of spiritual energy. The hidden attack infused with wind magic had already taken effect, and this area was transforming into a chaotic land beyond the control of the Thousand Towers.
Although this state cannot last for a long time, it is enough to buy time to find the "door" out.
Now all we need to do is find the location of the door.
Lin Yun walked cautiously in the darkness. The chaotic spiritual energy fluctuations also affected her. Her senses were much weaker than before, and her resonance ability had returned to the level that was sealed by the system. The hidden pain in her sea of consciousness still existed.
Finally, I touched the cold wall, and just as I was continuing to explore, I heard the system urgently shout, "Watch out! New power is gathering—"
A long sword wreathed in spiritual energy was held against her throat, and the aura emanating from the swordsman was violent.
A biting, bone-chilling wind blew past, and swirling snowflakes swept across the sky. She had finally adjusted to the change from darkness to light, but the wind made her eyes sting and brought tears to her eyes. However, in this life-or-death situation, keeping her eyes wide open was the most important thing.
"Shut up!" The sword's edge pressed against the skin, drawing blood. The young man was clearly in control, yet he resembled a caged beast. "Stop pretending to be her!"
Snowflakes clung to the blood-stained blade. Lin Yun looked at that familiar yet unfamiliar face and whispered, "Senior Brother Zhou?"
Outside the council hall, the disciples on duty at the gate looked at each other in bewilderment.
The two thought to themselves in unison: Ever since Venerable Yichen took on a new disciple, his relationship with Venerable Mingqi has deteriorated further. Before, they would exchange a few mild, sarcastic remarks, but now they argue fiercely every time they meet. This is truly detrimental to the unity of the sect.
Not only did the two disciples outside the gate think this way, but Ning Hua and Yong Yun inside the gate also thought so.
Just as Yongyun was about to say something, Mingqi slammed his hand on the table and interrupted him, saying, "Hengyan has entered the tower a hundred times without a single mistake. How could he have caused the anomaly!"
Compared to him, Yichen was much calmer and even had the leisure to drink tea. He twirled the jade cup halfway between his fingers, then slowly sipped the tea, wiped his lips, and said, "Could it be my disciple's fault? She has only been a disciple for less than two months, how could she have such abilities?"
The second half of the sentence was naturally Mingqi's words a few days ago, preventing Lin Yun from entering the Thousand Tower Trial. Although the sect leader rejected it, Yichen kept it firmly in mind, waiting for the day when he could return those words. He just didn't expect the opportunity to come so quickly.
Mingqi felt as if a fishbone was stuck in his throat.
In the end, Ning Hua stepped in to persuade him: "It is indeed unusual that Heng Yan was taken out of his coma by Yun Wang. It is even more unheard of for the Thousand Tower to expel the other trial participants after merging with the double illusion. Yi Chen, you must understand Ming Qi's anxious and confused feelings—after all, that child has not woken up for a long time..."
“That’s no reason for him to slander my disciple.” Yi Chen’s voice was a few decibels weaker than before. Zhou Hengyan was his junior apprentice and also the son of an old friend. How could he not care? It was just that his senior brother’s attitude towards Yun Wang was really puzzling to him. Why was he so worried about him?
I have not yet resented Zhou... He forced himself to stop thinking about those things.
"you!"
Seeing that the two were about to start arguing again, Ninghua had no choice but to call a halt and signal them to calm down.
"Since there is no basis for this, we cannot slander someone's innocence out of thin air. Immortal Venerable Qiming has already promised to open the Myriad Laws Pavilion." A jade talisman flew out from her sleeve and hovered in mid-air. "The structure of the same origin will provide the answer."
Seeing that the two had fallen silent again, Ninghua's eyes flashed with a cold light. "Why have you stopped talking? Since you two are so keen on arguing, then let's debate to our hearts' content here." With that, he turned and left.
Yongyun followed closely behind.
The heavy palace doors slammed shut, locking away the lingering smoke of battle in deathly silence.
The space, now just for the two of us, became tranquil.
"Have you checked my nephew's pulse?"
"He was slightly injured, but he'll be fully recovered after a few more days of rest." Strangely enough, Zhou Hengyan's condition seemed more like that of being possessed by an evil spirit. He wasn't seriously injured, but he had been unconscious for a long time.
"That's good." Yichen stepped forward to check and confirmed that the palace door was indeed locked by spiritual power. She also wanted to take this opportunity to talk to Mingqi. "Although I don't know your exact thoughts, I can guess a bit of them."
Seeing that he did not stop her, she continued talking.
"Is it because you think the lintel of Yunwang is too low?"
Lin Yunwang's background is unknown, while Zhou Hengyan is the next head of the Zhou family. The two brothers had never discussed the matter of family lineage before, and they never expected that their senior brother would care about this. It's really not like him.
Unexpectedly, Mingqi shook his head, "I just feel that she disturbed Hengyan's Dao heart."
These words made Yichen look suspicious. Zhou Hengyan had not cultivated any legendary ruthless path, so how could his Dao heart be disturbed by love?
You don't understand.
Yichen did not have a deep understanding of Zhou Hengyan, and her knowledge of him was naturally superficial.
The child's obsession bordered on the pathological. Moreover, as far as he knew, Lin Yunwang had no affection for his disciple, not even a hint of feigned affection.
On the first night after leaving the tower, Lin Yun lay in bed, listening to the noises next door, feeling extremely choked up.
Within the Thousand Towers, there are still many places she doesn't know. The murderous intent of that sword held to her throat, the crimson madness in Zhou Hengyan's eyes, and the stories of others deep within the tower's heart.
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