Reversing Falsehood and Preserving Truth: All Gods and Gods Are in My Hands

Liu Jing did not respond immediately. The purifying power at her fingertips had quietly condensed into a faint golden light, which flowed through her fingers toward the white rose covered with morning dew.

The deliberately infused energy of desire melted away like ice and snow, and the phantom of the rose instantly shattered into star-like specks of light, leaving not even a trace of fragrance, as if it had never existed.

The noble student froze for half a second, clearly not understanding what had happened. Fortunately, the fatal failure judgment was not triggered, and even the oppressive feeling in the surrounding air did not intensify in the slightest.

Liu Jing understood immediately; the rules governing illusions were far more complex than she had anticipated.

It never seeks genuine submission, not even a perfunctory gesture. As long as the pretense of class and hormones remains intact, it can survive temporarily.

She hunched her back, feigning timidity, clenching her empty palms, and as she lowered her head, stray hairs at her temples obscured the cold light in her eyes, her voice trembling deliberately:

"Thank you... thank you, young master."

The aristocratic student's initial surprise was quickly replaced by a deeper amusement. He reached out and touched Liu Jing's arm, his tone as ambiguous as unripe honey:

"Thank you isn't enough. Come with me now and wash off this dust. From now on, you'll be my personal attendant during class."

Liu Jing obediently followed him deeper into the campus, her peripheral vision quickly scanning her surroundings. Every scene seemed to confirm her deduction about the rules of the illusion:

At the corner of the corridor, an elderly teacher wearing the same cleaning uniform as her accidentally brushed the hem of a passing nobleman's dress with the mop handle while mopping the floor, and was kicked to the ground by the nobleman.

The old teacher struggled to raise his head to explain, but before he could even squeeze out half a sentence, a giant, ethereal spirit with a swollen belly shot out like a ghost, its gaping maw instantly swallowing him whole without leaving a trace.

Beside the fountain pool at the school gate, a young man dressed in a gilded suit roared at the family envoy. The arrogance in his eyes almost broke through the constraints of the suit. He clenched his fists and roared, "I want to go to school, I will never get engaged, and I will never marry a sycophantic vase!"

Before he could finish speaking, the shadow of the ethereal spirit had already enveloped his head. The anger on the boy's face had not yet faded when he turned into a wisp of mist and was sucked into the ethereal spirit's belly. Even the emblem on his chest, which symbolized his noble status, vanished in an instant, as if it had never existed.

Those who conform to the rules maintain an absurd "peace of mind" within their respective circles.

Outside the gilded railings by the flowerbed, a thin boy was kneeling on the cold stone surface, his back bent into a humble arc.

His eyelashes trembled violently as he took a clean velvet cloth and carefully wiped the princess's patent leather shoes, which were studded with rhinestones, from the toe to the heel, meticulously brushing away the grass clippings and morning dew.

The princess leaned against the carved railing, playing with the pearl necklace around her neck. Occasionally, annoyed by the boy's slow movements, she would lightly rub her foot against the back of his hand, causing him to flinch even more violently, but he didn't dare utter a single complaint.

The glass under the covered walkway filtered the sunlight into colorful patches, which fell on several aristocratic men and women embracing.

Their velvet suits shimmered, and the gilded buttons occasionally brushed against each other's ears. Their soft laughter, mingled with the sweet scent of ambergris, rippled through the air, creating a youthful yet ambiguous atmosphere.

Someone reached out and gently put their arm around their companion's shoulder, the wind lifting a corner of their silk skirt to reveal the delicate lace on their petticoat, completely ignoring the "errand boys" passing by.

The servants all kept their heads bowed, their necks bent into an almost broken arc, obscuring all emotions in their eyes. Like a group of soulless puppets, their courage to even raise their heads was crushed by the illusory class rules amidst the laughter of the nobles.

As Liu Jing approached the ornate iron gate of the dormitory area, she abruptly stopped in her tracks.

A giant phantom was perched on the carvings atop the iron gate, its hollow eye sockets fixed on the top floor of the teaching building not far away.

A faint yet extremely firm energy fluctuation was emanating from there, the real power that she was extremely familiar with, belonging to Lu Yu, flickering weakly but persistently like a firefly in the dark night.

It's Lu Yu!

Liu Jing's heart suddenly raced; she knew she had to get to the teaching building as soon as possible.

She turned to the side, deliberately letting the hem of her skirt brush against the thorns by the roadside, tearing her already tattered sleeves even more, revealing the abrasions on her wrists. Her face contorted with even more timidity, and her voice became low and soft:

"Young Master, I... I heard that there are rare, artificially cultivated roses on the top floor of the teaching building, a hundred times more beautiful than the roses in the garden. Could I pick a couple first? I've never seen such flowers before in my life..."

The aristocratic student, amused by her feigned weakness, chuckled softly, pinching his chin.

"You certainly know how to make demands. Fine, hurry back and serve me well when you return."

The light inside the teaching building was much dimmer than outside. The glow of the stained glass was mostly blocked by the heavy solid wood doors. The stairs were covered with a thin layer of dust, and each step made a creaking sound. The higher one went, the clearer the fluctuations of Lu Yu's true power became.

At the door of the storage room on the top floor, Liu Jing finally saw Lu Yu's figure.

He slumped to the ground, wearing a gilded suit, but the emblem on his collar was crooked, and his eyes, though unfocused, revealed an extreme struggle.

His lips opened and closed unconsciously, muttering something repeatedly. The real power in his palms flickered, the golden light like a candle in the wind, never able to break free from the shackles of the illusion.

"Lu Yu!" Liu Jing called out in a low voice, and the purifying power at her fingertips suddenly condensed into a thin needle, which precisely pierced Lu Yu's brow.

The pale golden purifying power resonated instantly with the true power in his palm, and the two golden rays intertwined into a net within his body, tearing apart the illusory mist that entangled his consciousness layer by layer.

Lu Yu's body trembled violently, his unfocused gaze gradually sharpening. He first looked blankly at his own clothes, then at Liu Jing's cleaning uniform, and spoke in a hoarse voice:

"Teacher Liu? Is this... an illusion?"

"Don't make a sound!"

Liu Jing hurriedly pressed down on his shoulder, and was about to lean close to his ear to explain the current situation when a series of hurried footsteps came from the door of the storage room.

Seven or eight aristocratic students dressed in gilded formal attire blocked the entrance. The one leading them was the aristocratic student who had accompanied Liu Jing, and the ferocity in his eyes was almost overflowing.

"You lowly creature, how dare you meet secretly behind my back! Kneel down and accept your punishment!"

The shadow of a giant ethereal being had already squeezed in through the window frame, its sticky texture scraping against the ground with a sizzling sound, and the aura of death instantly enveloped the entire top floor.

Liu Jing instantly shielded Lu Yu behind her, her mind racing to find a way to break the deadlock.

Seeing Teacher Liu Jing being bullied like this, Lu Yu suddenly felt a surge of golden light from his true power...