“My son… Inosuke! He’s already gone ahead. The Young Master should still be safe…”
“Ninja, go protect the Young Master too!”
Under the influence of the illusion, the old woman trembled uncontrollably, yet she never forgot the Young Master’s safety, desperately trying to suppress the fear in her heart.
“Your son? Inosuke? The Young Master??”
Zhong Yi suddenly felt that the old woman’s voice sounded familiar.
“Wait… Are you the old granny who gave me the wind chime?!”
Zhong Yi slapped his forehead as the memory of his brief encounter with the old woman suddenly came back to him.
Of course, chronologically speaking, that encounter had happened three years later.
Back then, when he saw the old granny on the roof of a dilapidated house, she had mistaken him for “Inosuke” and given him the wind chime, asking him to pray for the Young Master.
Now, everything made sense!
“Granny, you helped me, and your son helped me too… So you can leave this to me without worry!”
Zhong Yi nodded solemnly.
The livestream chat immediately erupted in laughter.
[He’s saying something cool again!]
[He says the coolest things and takes the hardest beatings.]
[Not long from now, the old lady will be saying: “I must’ve been blind to send you to save the Young Master.”]
[You know, her eyes really did go blind later…]
…
“Pah! Are you badmouthing me again? I’m telling you, handling this alone might be a little difficult, but as long as I team up with Inosuke, there’s no one I can’t—Huh?”
Zhong Yi suddenly cut himself off again.
Not far away, the familiar figure of Inosuke was sprawled in front of an entranceway, his fate unknown.
“Holy crap!! Brother Inosuke! Who did this?!”
Zhong Yi hurried over and placed a finger beneath Inosuke’s nose. Fortunately, he was still breathing, albeit faintly.
“You’re… the Young Master’s…”
Inosuke struggled to open one eye and forced out a few words.
“I advise you not to go any farther… That illusion is simply too terrifying…”
“Without a Chime Seed, there’s no way to break it…”
“This is all that’s left… I entrust it to you…”
After handing a mass of golden light to Zhong Yi, Inosuke’s head lolled to the side, and he passed out.
[Chime Seed: Removes the effects of illusions.]
“So it really is an illusion! In other words… there’s an illusionist here?”
Zhong Yi accepted the Chime Seed and immediately became serious.
As for the illusionist profession, how should one put it? In the cultivation world of the past, they were little more than cannon fodder.
But ever since Lu Ze, that monstrous genius, appeared, things had changed completely.
Especially within illusionary realms—when it came to professions related to illusions, none of them were weak.
For example, in To the Lunar Realm, the Master of the Dreamweaving Sect personally played by Lu Ze had angered countless cultivators to the point of grinding their teeth.
“Could Junior Brother Lu be making another heartfelt performance? This time, I’ve got a blade. I’m definitely going to beat him senseless!”
Hatefully, Zhong Yi drew Kusabimaru, entered the room, and opened the hatch leading to the basement.
“An underground Buddhist hall? Isn’t this the key my adoptive father gave me?”
Seeing the locked door before him, Zhong Yi immediately remembered the key he had obtained from Owl. Sure enough, it opened the door with ease.
The instant he pushed the door open, the illusion once again shifted into a cinematic sequence.
Inside the secret underground Buddhist hall, raging flames blazed as the beams overhead continued to collapse.
Dressed in white, Kuro wandered through the firelight with a dazed look in his eyes, as though he had not yet woken up. Stretching out both hands, he murmured:
“Father, Mother, Butterfly… Where did everyone go?”
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
