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Lin Yaoxie huddled up unconsciously from the evil wind and continued to walk towards the big sycamore tree. Although the moon was still very bright, the fog had just rolled in, so he could not see the details of the big sycamore tree. He could only see its outline. Lin Yaoxie tried hard to examine the sycamore tree and see if he could find any clues.

But when Lin Yaoxie saw it clearly, he was so frightened that he almost fell to the ground. The lush branches of the large sycamore tree were covered with skulls. A cold wind blew by, and the skulls collided with each other, making a "crackling" sound. It turned out that the sound of hard objects colliding that Lin Yaoxie had just heard was actually made by them.

At this moment, Lin Yaoxie broke out in a cold sweat again. The sticky clothes clung to his skin, making him very uncomfortable. But Lin Yaoxie couldn't care less about that now. He dragged his almost limp legs and ran into the house as if his life depended on it.

Chapter Sixty-Five: The Dustless Pavilion [Third Update]

Although it was only a few steps, it felt like half a century. Lin Yaoxie felt extremely exhausted running, as if countless people were pulling him from behind, trying to tear him to pieces.

Lin Yaoxie's body grew colder and colder, his temperature rapidly decreasing, as if he had fallen into a lake in the depths of winter, freezing him to the point of paleness and shivering.

Thanks to Lin Yaoxie's extensive experience in battle, he was able to break free from that strange force and stagger into the house. Otherwise, Lin Yaoxie, having lost all his power, would have frozen to death in the Wuchen Pavilion.

Through the mist, Lin Yaoxie could still vaguely see the skulls on the large sycamore tree in the courtyard. They were crashing wildly in the cold wind, making a mocking sound, as if they were excitedly laughing at Lin Yaoxie's messy running posture, or as if they were prophesying that Lin Yaoxie would eventually fall into their hands.

But Lin Yaoxie had no time to care about that now. He was breathing heavily, his physical exhaustion was even more severe than when he fought Cang Gu.

Although Lin Yaoxie didn't know exactly what had just happened, Lin Yaoxie knew that she was safe for the time being, because her body temperature was gradually returning to normal and she no longer looked like...

I felt cold just like before.

Lin Yaoxie leaned against the table, too preoccupied with fear. A multitude of questions plagued him: Why had fog suddenly risen in the courtyard? Why were the trees covered in skulls? What was the force that had just pulled him? How could such a sinister place exist in Shu Mountain, a sacred land of cultivation?

Having lost his powers, Lin Yaoxie was now just an ordinary mortal, which instilled in him a nameless fear even though he had been through countless battles. However, Lin Yaoxie understood even more clearly that although he hadn't seen Elder Jingming, Elder Jingming's test had already begun.

Just as Lin Yaoxie was pondering, his eyes inadvertently met those of the white tiger in the painting. Its eyes gleamed, and its emerald pupils looked even more ferocious in the serene moonlight.

As Lin Yaoxie gazed at the painting, he had a strange feeling that the white tiger in the painting was real. The fierce and menacing look in its eyes made it impossible to look away, and he could only stare directly at it.

Just as Lin Yaoxie was adjusting his emotions, the tiger in the painting actually came to life. It shook its huge tiger paws, its fur shone brightly, and it let out a low roar. Its two emerald-like eyes became even more piercing.

It leaped onto the table and walked step by step toward Lin Yaoxie, the bones on its shoulders rising and falling with each step, the rhythm slow but incredibly tense.

Lin Yaoxie rubbed his eyes hard, quite certain that the scene before him was real. Lin Yaoxie thought to himself that he was doomed. He hadn't escaped the skeletons in the courtyard, but now he was being targeted by a ferocious tiger. What's worse, this tiger seemed to have stepped out of a painting, and it wasn't an ordinary tiger at all.

Having lost his martial arts skills, Lin Yaoxie was unable to draw the Yilong Sword. He tried to run away, but found that his legs were completely immobile. It must be because he had overexerted himself, which was why his legs were unable to move.

Seeing the white tiger walking towards Lin Yaoxie step by step, Lin Yaoxie became extremely anxious. He thought to himself: I haven't become a true demon yet, and my life is over.

The white tiger seemed to sense Lin Yaoxie's nervousness and playfully pressed its massive paw against Lin Yaoxie's shoulder, Lin Yaoxie could almost feel its weight. Its deep growl echoed in Lin Yaoxie's ear.

Lin Yaoxie thought to himself that it was really over now, and he really couldn't escape this time. Lin Yaoxie closed his eyes resignedly. Even if he died, he would rather not see this miserable scene. He hoped that its teeth were sharp enough to bite Lin Yaoxie to death in one bite, so that Lin Yaoxie would be spared some pain.

As expected, the white tiger opened its blood-red maw, and Lin Yaoxie could almost smell the stench emanating from its mouth. Its whiskers rubbed against Lin Yaoxie's face.

Lin Yaoxie tensed his nerves, expecting the pain in his neck, but when the white tiger bit into his neck, he felt no pain at all. The weight on his shoulder seemed to have disappeared as well.

Lin Yaoxie opened his eyes in disbelief, only to find that the white tiger, which had just been about to kill him, had vanished into thin air and was now quietly existing in the portrait.

Could all of this be an illusion? To verify his thoughts, Lin Yaoxie looked into the eyes of the white tiger once again. Sure enough, another majestic white tiger emerged from the picture. Lin Yaoxie quickly forced himself to look away, and the white tiger disappeared again, remaining in the picture.

It seems this really was an illusion, but when Lin Yaoxie recalled how the white tiger had pressed down on his shoulder just now, he felt it was too realistic and still made him feel a little scared.

Lin Yaoxie pondered: Since the white tiger was just a hallucination, it couldn't possibly harm him. As long as Lin Yaoxie didn't look into its eyes, he shouldn't be hallucinating. The most urgent thing now was to figure out how to leave this place. Otherwise, even if the white tiger couldn't hurt Lin Yaoxie, many unforeseen circumstances might arise over time.

After calming down, Lin Yaoxie began to think of a new way to escape. Lin Yaoxie looked at the branches of the large sycamore tree in the courtyard, where the skulls hanging on them were still swaying in the wind. Lin Yaoxie tried to avoid looking at them and staggered to the entrance of Wuchen Pavilion. As expected, the door of Wuchen Pavilion was already closed.

Lin Yaoxie returned to the central courtyard, but his gaze involuntarily fell on the mist in the courtyard. Lin Yaoxie was stunned by the scene before him. It turned out that the shadowy mist was actually formed by countless intertwined figures, who were busy but aimlessly drifting and wandering.

Could it be that Lin Yaoxie was among these figures just now, being pulled around by them?

Lin Yaoxie couldn't bear to imagine what had just happened. He didn't want to guess what they were. Lin Yaoxie tried his best to calm himself down and analyze the current situation. Since he couldn't break down the door, he had no choice but to climb over the wall. However, the wall in this courtyard was too high, and he needed something to step on.

Lin Yaoxie patted the table in front of him. It was about a meter tall and seemed to be made of mahogany, so it should be quite sturdy. This is it.

But what if Lin Yaoxie was grabbed by those figures again as soon as he went out? Wouldn't that be like a lamb entering a tiger's den, practically offering himself up? So Lin Yaoxie tentatively stood outside the door, but found that the figures just floated past him without grabbing him anymore, which reassured him.

Lin Yaoxie returned to the house happily. He moved the table to the wall; it was quite heavy, and it took Lin Yaoxie a lot of effort to move it.

Lin Yaoxie didn't have time to rest and quickly jumped up, preparing to climb the wall. However, the wall in front of Lin Yaoxie was too smooth. The wall was probably made of blue bricks, small pieces with very small gaps in between.

Even if Lin Yaoxie stood on the table, the wall would still be a considerable height above him, perhaps four or five meters? It seems that the ghostly Taoist Jingming had also considered this.

Chapter Sixty-Six: Divine Tea [First Update]

At this moment, Lin Yaoxie's strength had been almost exhausted. Although the figures stopped attacking Lin Yaoxie, it was as if something was absorbing his heat, and the cold wind never stopped.

Lin Yaoxie grew increasingly cold, so she had to give up climbing the wall and quickly return to the house to recover her strength before continuing to think of a solution.

Back inside, Lin Yaoxie's body temperature returned to normal. After adjusting himself, he continued to think of a new way to escape, but there was nothing in the courtyard. What could he do? Lin Yaoxie couldn't help but look at the big sycamore tree in the courtyard again.

It was discovered by chance that its branches had grown outside the wall. If Lin Yaoxie climbed up the big sycamore tree, he should be able to leave this courtyard.

Thinking about these things, Lin Yaoxie felt a little better, but when he saw the skeletons in the tree, his mood worsened again. The skeletons terrified him, and each one seemed to be demanding his life.

Lin Yaoxie arrived at the tree and began to climb. He had learned this skill when he was a child, stealing apples from his neighbor's house. Since acquiring the system, Lin Yaoxie thought he would never need it again.

I never expected to use this skill today. Sure enough, the big sycamore tree is much easier to climb than the high wall, with many footholds and support points.

Soon, Lin Yaoxie stood among the skeletons, which continued to creak and groan in the evil wind, unintentionally disturbing people's peace of mind.

At this moment, Lin Yaoxie suddenly saw the ground beneath his feet. Was he outside the wall? Lin Yaoxie was only a little over a meter above the ground; he could easily jump down to the ground with a single leap.

Lin Yaoxie was overjoyed. Just as Lin Yaoxie was about to jump, he felt something was wrong. Lin Yaoxie was still in the yard, and the big sycamore tree was at least ten meters tall. How could he have gotten to the outside of the wall so easily? Was this also an illusion?

Lin Yaoxie pinched himself, the stinging sensation stimulating his brain nerves. Sure enough, the illusion vanished instantly, and the pile of skeletons reappeared in front of Lin Yaoxie, continuing to rustle in the wind.

Suddenly, the white tiger leaped out of the tree again. It was even more majestic on the big sycamore tree, almost scaring Lin Yaoxie so much that he fell off the tree. Lin Yaoxie quickly grabbed the tree trunk with both hands, but his body was already floating in the air.

At this moment, the white tiger was walking down the trunk of the big sycamore tree, its fierce gaze sending chills down one's spine.

What to do? We've run into each other again. Even if it doesn't bite Lin Yaoxie, Lin Yaoxie will still be half-dead from the fall.

Wait, this must be an illusion too. Having learned from his previous experience, Lin Yaoxie was no longer so afraid. As long as he felt pain, the illusion would disappear. However, if Lin Yaoxie let go now, he would definitely fall down immediately. So Lin Yaoxie had to bite his tongue, and instantly a bloody taste filled his mouth. Fortunately, the white tiger illusion also disappeared.

Only then did Lin Yaoxie realize that he was still in Elder Youxuan's illusion and had not left.

The pain on his tongue kept stimulating his brain nerves, and the pain almost brought tears to Lin Yaoxie's eyes. However, it was precisely because of this that Lin Yaoxie's brain was able to remain clear and temporarily stop hallucinations.

Lin Yaoxie swung his body up with force, wrapped his legs around the tree trunk, and climbed up the tree again.

Taking advantage of his moment of clarity, Lin Yaoxie quickly climbed up the tree branches toward the outside of the wall.

But just when Lin Yaoxie finally overcame all the obstacles and climbed to the outside of the wall, he found that the wall was much, much higher than he had expected. The wall was also very smooth, so Lin Yaoxie had no way to climb down and could only jump down.

However, given the current height, if Lin Yaoxie were to jump down, even if he didn't die from the fall, he would certainly be seriously injured. Unable to move, Lin Yaoxie would likely still face certain death in this illusion.

Jump or not? Lin Yaoxie reluctantly chose the latter. At least he was nimble enough to come up with another way. Jumping down would only mean waiting to die.

Just then, another gust of cold wind blew by, and Lin Yaoxie realized that his body temperature had dropped very low again. He was shivering from the cold once more, so he quickly climbed down the big sycamore tree and returned to the hall to rest for a while before continuing to look for a new way to escape.

After returning to the living room, Lin Yaoxie's body temperature returned to normal, but due to the excessive exercise he had just done outside and his physical strength being severely depleted, he was covered in sweat and his clothes were completely soaked.

The cold wind kept blowing in from outside, making me feel quite chilly. How wonderful it would be to take a hot bath right now, and then have a bowl of hot herbal tea afterward, which would warm me up a lot.

Thinking of the Immortal Tea, Lin Yaoxie suddenly had a flash of inspiration. How could Long Kui and Xue Jian leave so easily? His loss of power was probably related to Elder Youxuan's Immortal Tea. Could it be that he had not yet escaped the illusion set up by Elder Youxuan?

Lin Yaoxie stared at the wandering figures outside the door, his thoughts in turmoil. Although he was unwilling to admit it, they were undoubtedly ghosts. These things originally...

They couldn't possibly appear in Mount Shu; they wanted to pull Lin Yaoxie into becoming like them.

As long as Lin Yaoxie stays outside, his body temperature will drop rapidly, and this situation should also be caused by them.

But this house actually protected Lin Yaoxie. As soon as Lin Yaoxie entered the house, he wouldn't feel so cold, and his body temperature would rise. The ghosts should have followed Lin Yaoxie into the house, but they didn't. It seemed that for some reason, they couldn't enter the house, or perhaps they were afraid of something, and only dared to wander outside.

Lin Yaoxie unconsciously squinted his eyes again and covered his mouth and nose with his right hand. He would unconsciously make this gesture whenever he was thinking.

Looking at the ghosts outside the door, Lin Yaoxie became even more convinced that they dared not come in because there was something inside the house that terrified them, which was why they only dared to wander outside. So, for Lin Yaoxie, this house was like a "safe house." As long as Lin Yaoxie didn't look at the white tiger portrait, the white tiger's eyes wouldn't hallucinate.

So what exactly are they afraid of? Lin Yaoxie carefully examined the room. The four walls were empty, with only one painting as mentioned before. The bed next to the room seemed to serve no purpose, merely providing a place for people to rest.

Chapter Sixty-Seven: The Withered Ghost Vine [Second Update]

Lin Yaoxie thought that it probably hadn't been used before. Who would live here for no reason? They'd either be scared to death or freeze to death.

The mahogany table had already been moved outside by Lin Yaoxie, leaving only the candlestick on the ground. The incense and candles on it were still burning, the flames flickering and emitting a faint light, showing nothing special. So what they were afraid of was probably the painting.

The painting had given Lin Yaoxie a terrifying hallucination. If he hadn't been unable to move his legs at the time, he would have definitely run into the courtyard. So these ghosts must have been frightened by the white tiger in the painting, just like Lin Yaoxie, which is why they dared not enter the house.

After analyzing and speculating, Lin Yaoxie became even more certain that these ghosts were afraid of the white tiger. It was this white tiger that was preventing the ghosts from entering the room.

But why did they gather here? And why did they linger for so long? Lin Yaoxie looked at the large sycamore tree in the courtyard again, and suddenly realized that it was not a real sycamore tree, but a sycamore tree that had been dead for a thousand years, also known as the Ghost Withered Vine.

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Although the Ghost Vine is highly poisonous, it is harmless to the human body if not ingested. However, when its aroma is mixed with Immortal Tea, it can produce the effect of Trial Fruit, greatly increasing one's spiritual power. But during the process of increasing spiritual power, one's cultivation level will temporarily drop to zero.

Elder Youxuan used this to lock onto the timeline of the illusion, causing Lin Yaoxie to lose all his power.

The reason why those shadowy ghosts outside gather here is because they like to cling to the withered ghost vine in the courtyard. The withered ghost vine is a type of yin wood, so ghosts naturally prefer to cling to this old sycamore tree.

However, these ghosts were unaware that this was a journey of no return. If they wanted to leave and reach the underworld, they had to head west. The house in the courtyard was located directly to the west, and with a white tiger blocking their path, they were naturally unable to reach the underworld and were trapped there.

Over time, this place naturally attracted a large number of ghosts, leading to the current situation.

Elder Youxuan's plan was indeed ingenious (aefd), so meticulous and thorough.

Lin Yaoxie couldn't help but feel admiration, but at the same time he felt angry, because he seemed to see Zhang Sanfeng, Guo Jing and many people who had died because of him among these ghosts.

But after figuring this out, Lin Yaoxie became less afraid. Perhaps, given time, he could regain his power and break free of the illusion.

Thinking of this, Lin Yaoxie looked out the window. The moon remained still in the sky. It seemed that time did not change in this illusion. It seemed that the only way to get out was to cut down trees. Lin Yaoxie brought up an axe from the system.

After deciding to cut down the tree, Lin Yaoxie didn't go out immediately. Instead, he stayed inside for a while longer, because he was too fond of the warmth inside and also wanted his body to prepare. Once he went outside, his body temperature would drop immediately, and he would have to face the boundless cold. So, Lin Yaoxie quickly stretched his muscles and bones.

Time was of the essence, so Lin Yaoxie took a deep breath and wrapped his clothes tighter. Although he knew this action was futile, he still hoped that he wouldn't feel too cold immediately when he went out.

Lin Yaoxie picked up his axe and walked out of the house into the courtyard. The mist in the courtyard instantly enveloped him, greedily absorbing his body heat. Lin Yaoxie's clothes, which were soaked through, became even colder in the cold wind. Lin Yaoxie still couldn't resist the biting cold, and his teeth chattered.

Lin Yaoxie tried his best to restrain himself, and with great difficulty, at his fastest speed, he picked up the axe and came to the tree.

This withered ghost vine was growing exceptionally well; its roots were thick and strong, deeply embedded in the soil beneath Lin Yaoxie's feet, as if it had become one with the earth, and nothing could penetrate it.

Separate them.

Fortunately, the tree had been dead for a thousand years. As the ancients said, rotten wood cannot be carved. At this moment, Lin Yaoxie's axe was cutting the withered vine in front of him as easily as cutting tofu.

However, when Lin Yaoxie carefully observed the tree trunk, he found that reality was not as optimistic as he had imagined.

"One...two..." The skeletons on the tree collided with each other as the ghost vines swayed, making an even louder noise.

The ghosts in the air seemed to have multiplied, and the outline of the house was no longer clearly visible from the withered vines. They became uneasy in the air.

Lin Yaoxie felt even colder and more frightened. They seemed to spread the word to each other, dissatisfied with Lin Yaoxie's actions, and thus intensified their efforts to absorb Lin Yaoxie's heat.

However, this was Lin Yaoxie's only chance to break the illusion, so he couldn't stop what he was doing and could only continue chopping down trees.

The sounds of the skeletons hitting the tree grew even louder, as if even they were dissatisfied with Lin Yaoxie's actions and were protesting loudly in this way.