Fairy, help me cultivate.

Every time it came to the crucial moment, her every breath would be detected like a raging north wind, followed by an extremely agonizing and terrifying death process.

Jiang Bailin was trapped in this photo, trapped in one death experience after another.

She was drenched in sweat and pale-faced, and had already put away her silver hairpin.

Faced with such a powerful enemy, a magical artifact of her caliber was utterly useless.

In this helpless predicament, Jiang Bailin suddenly realized that she missed Chen Yao very much. She did not know that Chen Yao was Chen Yao and thought that Yu Dingyi was his real name.

But she quickly dismissed the thought; what good would it do for him to be with her now?

Putting aside the fact that these are just strange illusions, the sheer power of these people means that nothing will change; in fact, it will only cause one more person to suffer.

Jiang Bailin!

Don't be scared. Think again, observe more, and see if there's anything else suspicious.

If there is an entrance, there must be an exit.

Thinking about it, Jiang Bailin suddenly had a flash of inspiration and fixed his gaze on the chandelier at the top of the hall.

Perhaps it was the sweeping of her gaze, or perhaps she had discovered a possible way out and suddenly became excited, her breathing becoming heavier.

The figures under the chandelier all looked at her again, then flashed forward and tore her to pieces...

Jiang Bailin awoke in near-collapse pain, the doorless and windowless hall as always bathed in crimson light.

Under the swaying chandelier, the shadows still conceal the old drama.

Jiang Bailin's face was resolute. He removed the silver hairpin from his hair and fixed his gaze on the chandelier.

"Squeak-yah-"

The chandelier seemed to shrink back under her gaze, emitting a twisted, thin, metallic scraping sound.

She took a deep breath, no longer worried about being brutally murdered after being discovered, and with a clatter of her high heels, she charged straight at the chandelier, trying her best to close the attack distance and increase her chances of hitting the target with one blow.

"Who's there!"

The figure once again glared menacingly at Jiang Bailin.

Jiang Bailin felt her limbs being tightly gripped again, but this time she struggled fiercely, and the silver hairpin flew out of her hand, transforming into a streak of light that perfectly struck the chandelier.

A tearing pain shot through Jiang Bailin's leg joints. She watched as the streak of light struck the chandelier, but it seemed to be of no use. Her heart sank to the bottom. This time, she was truly about to break down in extreme pain.

However, the excruciating pain suddenly vanished without a trace.

The figures then blended into the swaying, chaotic shadows.

A creaking sound came from inside, as if a door had opened.

Then came hurried footsteps.

"Bai Lin, how are you?"

Chen Yao helped her up and found that her face was covered in sweat and extremely pale.

"Waaah—"

Jiang Bailin's mature and beautiful face was filled with panic. Tears welled up in her pink lips and beautiful eyes as she threw herself into Chen Yao's arms.

"Where the hell have you been! I'm so scared!"

She gently punched Chen Yao a few times, then hugged him tightly.

Before long, Chen Yao's chest was soaked with her tears and snot.

He gently stroked Jiang Bailin's back, and even through the armor, he could still feel her delicate softness.

Smelling Jiang Bailin's sweat, Chen Yao felt a ticklish sensation in his heart.

A swirling light flew around the silver hairpin, which returned and silently swirled around the two embracing figures.

The red shadows in the hall were in disarray, and the shattered candlelight from the hanging racks fell like rain.

Everything went dark.

A sigh.

Chen Yao and Jiang Bailin separated, but clung tightly to each other, warily glancing around.

Darkness retreated from all sides to surround them.

A dark blue glow stained the walls of the hall.

“You guys have some skills.”

An aged voice drifted from somewhere.

"I have already mastered the Nine-Nine Reincarnation Technique, and I am unwilling to commit any more unnecessary killings."

The sound was rough yet long, like the sound of wind in an empty water pipe.

"After all, I killed every one of my relatives in order to practice this technique."

“You also harmed Sect Master Jiu Luo,” Jiang Bailin retorted.

Chen Yao glanced at her, and she nodded to him: "The images just now were very clear. You also encountered the images, didn't you?"

That's why you rushed to find me.

She kept those words to herself.

"Jiuluo was lured and captured by them; it has nothing to do with me."

"Who are you? Where is Jiu Luo?" Chen Yao released his divine sense, but could not sense anything.

"He's nothing but a lonely ghost."

"Lonely ghosts and wandering spirits can't kill people."

Jiang Bailin was on high alert, ready to guard against any sudden attack.

"I really can't kill anyone..."

The sound of wind breaking came from the half-open door, growing louder and louder.

Chen Yao and Jiang Bailin looked in the same direction at the same time.

The door burst open with a bang, debris flew everywhere, and a bloody mass of flesh slammed straight in.

The two felt their spiritual energy suddenly depleted.

Without thinking, Jiang Bailin leaped in front of Chen Yao, crashing headfirst into the mass of flesh. He was then blasted away, slamming heavily against the wall, spitting blood as he fell to the ground. His chest armor was shattered, with a large portion embedded in his flesh, and blood gushing out.

Chen Yao's figure appeared beside her.

"You forgot, I have a talisman that allows me to travel at close range."

Jiang Bailin smiled and said, "Your methods are your methods, and my intentions are my intentions."

"Is he stupid or what?" Chen Yao looked at the blood and flesh that had fallen to the ground and realized that it was a mass of flesh grafted together from countless corpses. "He... is Pang Xi?"

He deduced this from the thing's ability to deplete spiritual energy.

"Pangxi, who is already dead."

A sound rang out in the hall.

A few thin, bluish energy lines connected to the mangled, indistinguishable limbs and head. As the energy lines tightened and relaxed, the flesh and blood made various movements.

Who are you?

Chen Yao stalled for time, calculating the distance between here and the exit, and how to escape.

“Me? I’d forgotten if you hadn’t asked. Oh, I’m Pang Xi.”

"Isn't Pang Xi dead?" Jiang Bailin saw through Chen Yao's plan and interrupted to continue the conversation.

"Pang Xi is dead, but not completely dead. I merely transformed my body into my own puppet."

"This puppet is amazing."

Chen Yao sincerely praised it.

"That is, the Nine-Nine Turning Technique, which is to use one's own full power as the core to attract and gather all the power seized in the tribulation, and forcibly raise one's realm to a height that the original body cannot reach."

"What about the puppet?"

Chen Yao asked.

"I made a mistake in my cultivation, which forced me to separate a part of my divine consciousness and refine myself into a puppet. My puppet is my original body."

"So, it seems your spiritual sense has no real level of attainment."

The sound suddenly disappeared, and the mass of flesh raised its limbs, forming an "arm."

All the fingers on it were pointing at Chen Yao.

An irresistible stinging sensation exploded across his entire body.

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Chen Yao's figure vanished in an instant. Jiang Bailin was overjoyed and urged the silver hairpin to shoot towards the horrifying body at lightning speed.

Its body appeared bulky, but its movements were extremely agile. The silver hairpin flew swiftly, but it still managed to dodge it in the blink of an eye. Moreover, after dodging the attack of the silver hairpin, it extended a dense array of hands, pointing and pulling.

The silver hairpin emitted an even sharper whistling sound as it rushed towards Jiang Bailin.

Jiang Bailin's face turned pale, not only because her magical artifact was being used by others to retaliate against her, but also because Pang Xi's puppet body was rushing towards her with the silver hairpin. She found herself unable to move, her scalp and neck were numb, and her whole body felt like it was being pricked by countless needles.

Where did Chen Yao go?

She snatched the silver hairpin into her hand, but Pang Xi's twisted fingers, formed from countless corpses, also pointed towards her forehead.

A chilling, excruciating pain, like skin peeling off, erupted between her brows.

Jiang Bailin didn't even have time to come up with any ideas.

"Snapped!"

A sticky, disgusting cracking sound rang out right next to her. She snapped back to reality and saw the bloated, emaciated corpse beginning to explode bit by bit.

How is this going?

Jiang Bailin retreated swiftly, thus preventing Pang Xi's half-congealed blood from staining his clothes.