Madam, please ascend.

Chapter 9 Game within a game
In fact, Yun Yi not only took a brush, but also secretly hid a pill in his palm. He didn't need to identify it, he knew it was a "Turtle Breath Pill", the treasure that the stinky beggar had used to pretend to be dead.

The stinky beggar had once found two Turtle Breathing Pills in a cave. He had just used one and hid the other in the heart guard of Baijiayi. The pills were of extraordinary origin and their efficacy was also remarkable. Their fake death effect could even deceive those in the Return to Void Realm.

In the previous life, it was Song Xinci who discovered these treasures, but this time Yun Yi got there first.

He looked up at the clay statue and said with emotion, "I heard from Song Xinci that there was only half a statue here before."

Suzaku said, "But now it is complete."

"The stinky beggar happened to be hiding in the coffin. I suspect this statue is related to him. Maybe it was his plan to plot against your young lady."

"It is very likely."

Yun Yi smiled and said, "To be honest, I'm a scholar. Ever since I entered the ruined temple, I haven't been interested in your fighting and killing. But this statue really interests me."

Zhuque looked up with him, but couldn't see anything strange. "What's strange?"

"This statue has no eyes."

Just as Yun Yi said, the statue's eyes were cloudy and still the color of mud.

At this point, Suzaku realized that the stinky beggar's patchwork quilt had a brush hidden inside it, perhaps it was used for this purpose. As long as he could open the statue's eyes at the crucial moment, the statue would aid him in battle.

The stinky beggar just now died quickly and decisively, and was accidentally hit by a sword while fighting with Song Xinci. It was possible that he was deliberately showing weakness, or that he used most of his magic power on the statue.

Zhuque looked at Yun Yi with increasingly strange eyes, a mixture of admiration and shock. He didn't understand where this person came from and why he wanted to help his young lady.

Yun Yi threw the brush over and said, "I can't fly that high, so I'll have to trouble you to do the eye-opening."

Zhuque's realm was actually even higher than the stinky beggar's, and he immediately understood its function after taking the brush. The beggar had learned the "divine power" from somewhere, and could even temporarily summon the power of immortals through the use of clay statues.

Most people only know about the "Ghost Summoning Technique," which is used to raise and control ghosts from the underworld and is not something that can be used publicly. However, this "Divine Summoning Technique" is a secret that is kept secret by the Fuyao Sect, a righteous sect. This shows that the old beggar has many secrets.

Yun Yi was also very excited about this. Now that he was reborn, he wanted to embark on a new path of cultivating immortals.

He urged, "Go quickly, and don't forget to return the pen to me after you use it."

Upon hearing this, Zhuque calmed his mind and flew to the front of the clay head of the statue. He held his breath and lightly touched the eyes with the brush in his hand.

The tip of the pen actually condensed black ink on its own, and after adding the finishing touch, the statue became lively and energetic.

At the same time, Suzaku felt a connection, realizing she could actually connect with the clay statue through her brush. With a flick of her hand, she pointed the tip of her brush at the old tailor who was gathering strength to cast a spell outside the temple.

After doing all this, Zhuque seemed to have lost all his strength and fell from the air. Fortunately, Yun Yi served as a human cushion.

Yun Yi took back the brush with a smile and said, "Thank you for your hard work."

Zhuque found herself falling into the other person's arms, feeling a little embarrassed and angry, but it was too late to react. She struggled to break free from the embrace and watched the battle outside the house nervously.

The old tailor was worthy of being at the Return to Void Realm. He unleashed seven or eight magical weapons in one breath, all of which were strange and bizarre, forcing Song Xinci to be unable to get close to him for a while.

While Song Xinci was busy dealing with those strange things, the old tailor was secretly gathering his strength, ready to give Song Xinci a fatal blow at any time.

But he hadn't expected a giant axe to fly out of the ruined temple behind him. Although it was made of clay, the axe was imbued with divine power, and this full-strength attack was already infinitely close to the Return to Void Realm!
With one blow of the axe, the clay statue turned into ashes.

But the axe blade became brighter and brighter, and it had an attraction that made it impossible for the old tailor to dodge.

As a last resort, the old tailor had to use the killing move that he had secretly accumulated for a long time on the axe blade. A black light shot out from his palm and collided with the giant axe, and suddenly a violent airflow spread out.

Yun Yi's body was a little unstable, fortunately Zhuque helped to stop him.

The old tailor's black light was extraordinary. It was the same magical power as the one that shot out of Zhu Qiyi's mouth, and it was actually able to injure Song Xinci. The giant axe only held out for a moment before it began to dissipate.

But along with the giant axe, the black light from the old tailor also disappeared.

At some point, the bamboo hat on his head had split into two and fell to the ground, revealing an extremely ugly old face.

Song Xinci was seen floating in the air, making strange hand seals with his hands and muttering something.

At the same time, the Xisheng Sword transformed into a black crow, emitting a cry, and swept across the old tailor's body at an extremely fast speed. The sword energy was so sharp and swift that the old tailor's protective magic weapon was instantly cut into several pieces.

Yun Yi watched this move and murmured softly, "The crow cries and the moon falls."

The old tailor's face was filled with dissatisfaction. She couldn't believe why Song Xinci, who had always been suppressed in the late stage of the Spiritual Transformation Realm, suddenly skyrocketed to the Return to Void Realm. The sword in her hand instantly became several times sharper and her speed became unavoidable.

Then, a vertical line appeared on the face. Perhaps Song Xinci was still grieving, as several more blood streaks appeared in a chaotic pattern. Finally, the entire head was compressed by a force to the size of a golden elixir, and an inward explosion sounded. No power was released, but it shattered itself into countless pieces.

Song Xinci sheathed her Xisheng Sword and exhaled a breath of foul air. Ever since she faced the gambling and drinking spree, she had been concealing her abilities, giving her opponents the illusion that her realm was unstable and only at the Spiritual Transformation stage.

Now it’s finally working.

On her way back to the ruined temple, she glanced at the black dragon on the ground without saying a word.

Zhuque immediately bowed and said, "Zhuque greets the Saint."

Song Xinci said in a deep voice: "I am injured and I am no longer able to fight against the Bliss Heavenly King today."

"Then I will take the lady away from here."

"No, go on your own. I have something else to do."

Zhuque's face was filled with worry. She first glanced at Song Xinci, then at Yun Yi, and asked, "Young lady, you know that my Three Flame Escapes can only take one person away, so you can't let this man go?"

Song Xinci said, "Let's go quickly and tell the old leader that the plan to attack the Bliss Gate has been postponed."

She looked at the heavy rain outside and rarely showed a trace of sadness.

Although the King of Bliss is a man, he likes to wear makeup and dress up. Naturally, he doesn't want to do it on rainy days to avoid having his makeup ruined by the rain.

So when the rain stops, that is when he comes.

Zhuque pretended to kill Yun Yi, "I will kill him right now, and then take the young lady away."

"Suzaku!"

Song Xinci naturally had her reasons for not being able to leave. If she left, Yun Yi would inevitably die, and then she would also perish together with him under the influence of the Tongxin Gu.

Yun Yi looked at the two people who were on the verge of a fight and thought to himself, I can't let you take Song Xinci away alone. Leaving me alone to face the King of Bliss, isn't that just waiting to die?

So he pretended to be relaxed and said, "Suzaku, according to your young lady, you might be a burden if you stay here now."

Zhuque glared at Yun Yi, then looked at Song Xinci, and found that his young lady's face was as gloomy as water. She must have her own plans.

So she no longer hesitated, and left a sentence "Miss, be careful", and then her body was swallowed by a ball of fire and burned to ashes.

Yun Yi breathed a sigh of relief after finally tricking Zhuque away. He knew very well that Song Xinci was not lying and she was really no match for the King of Bliss now.

Yun Yi made some insignificant moves, but they changed the course of this life's plot, which made him quite helpless. He was just a weak scholar now, and he was powerless to help even if he wanted to.

And maybe it will even make things worse.

At this time, Song Xinci and Yun Yi were the only two living people left in the ruined temple. She glared at Yun Yi fiercely: "It's all your fault!"

Yun Yi spread his hands and said, "I just wanted to piss you off at the time, but I didn't expect that just a few words could disrupt your Dao heart."

"I can't understand why you are always hostile to me. Do you really want to piss me off to death?"

"I came back from the dead and just happened to see you trying to kill me. Isn't that reason enough?"

Song Xinci was stunned when she heard this. She had almost forgotten about this matter.

It turned out that the ill-fated relationship between the two had been formed at that time.

Yun Yi glanced at the sky and said, "The dark clouds are about to disperse. The rain won't last long."

Song Xinci swallowed the pill and began to regulate her breathing: "He's coming soon."

"Tell me the truth, what are your chances of winning?"

"If you hadn't disturbed my Dao mind, I would have had a 100% chance of winning. But now... less than 30%."

"Are you really bragging? Even with this appearance, you have a 30% chance of winning?"

"Believe it or not."

"Then I have a plan that can increase the chances of winning by another 20%."

(End of this chapter)