The Thirteen Trials of the Deceptive Monk

He had won every step of the way to the present, and in everyone's eyes, he was an omnipotent genius. But Linggong knew very well that this person was not as brave as he appeared.

He was actually very insecure, often anxious, and occasionally panicked. Yet even so, he would always stand at the forefront, feigning confidence, declaring that he possessed power, and loudly proclaiming to everyone that he could definitely do it.

Then achieve victory and make the lie a reality.

"Uh... the mission..."

Lu Wenjun was muttering to himself in distress. Perhaps he was dreaming again about something only he knew?

Linggong decided not to disturb his distress, and after waking up, she would not mention his behavior.

Even with the best of friends, you don't have to tell them all your secrets.

Let's pretend we don't know and preserve a peaceful haven for him.

However, there are still things I want to say to him. Only in this moment of uncertainty can I speak them with peace of mind.

The autumn leaves swayed in the wind, the girl whispered.

"You looked really handsome that day!"

·

First Trial: The Immortal Words of the Divine Wood. Completed.

Chapter 67 Don't worry, your son is well, and you should become stronger.

Parents:

I am Lü Wenjun.

I apologize for the long delay in contacting you. Firstly, the school's address is quite remote, and there's no cell phone signal. Secondly, the school has strict regulations; students are not allowed to leave campus except during winter and summer breaks, and mailing packages is not permitted except in special circumstances. Since the start of the semester in early September, I've been focused on my studies, and it wasn't until recently, after the midterm exams and my excellent performance at school, that I finally managed to secure the opportunity to send a letter.

Life at the new school was quite different from what I had imagined. While the academic pressure was high, life was also full of novelty and surprises. I made many efforts to adapt to the new environment, and the training I had received before proved extremely useful. It has proven that you two were very farsighted; learning more skills while young was definitely not a bad thing.

The new school has strict management, but a solid academic atmosphere and excellent school spirit. Each teacher has a distinct personality, and without exception, they are all filled with enthusiasm for teaching, eager to impart all their knowledge. In these two months, I have learned a great deal of useful knowledge, and through practical exercises, I have applied what I've learned, achieving a comprehensive understanding…

Boom! Bang bang!

A dark, skull-shaped cloud of poisonous mist billowed from a corner of the classroom, and Eriel stood before the cauldron, foaming at the mouth and her eyes rolling back. The students gasped in their usual alarm.

"Eriel's pot exploded..." "Teacher, help!" "Poison, poison is floating around! Aaaaaah!"

Merdin flicked a blade of grass like a whip, drawing in all the skeletal poison mist. He tossed the grass onto Ariel's desk (who, just regaining consciousness, let out a second scream), and said ominously, "Gentlemen, this is your third month at school. I cannot understand why anyone still hasn't learned how to deal with the toxic fumes from the rotting corpses? I'm afraid you all need more time to study; it would be better for both of us."

The classroom was filled with groans and cries: "Don't, you old slacker!!" "Stop slacking off, Merdin!" "I'm already falling behind, if you keep going, I'll never be able to learn!"

Lu Wenjun remained calm and continued writing with a different pen:

The upperclassmen at the school were all very kind and took good care of me. In our spare time, we often did small research projects together on biology and chemistry, preparing for future specialized studies.

Boom! Boom boom!

Another explosion rang out, and a terrifying stench filled the air inside and outside the teaching building. Meltra, carrying a string of flasks filled with a yellow liquid, rushed down the corridor, laughing loudly, "Surprise, everyone in the student council! Try my latest creation: liquid cheese bomb!"

"Croak!" "What's that smell?!" "I'm going to throw up!"

A series of explosions, like firecrackers, unleashed a terrifying yellow liquid, eliciting bloodcurdling screams from the student council on the same floor. Then came the familiar beams of magical light! The first-year students, caught in the aftershocks, were already retching!

"Melt, you're asking for it."

"Hiss, President, what are you doing here—Wow! Wow wow!"

After several terrifying tremors, Melt, sporting an afro, rushed into the classroom, chuckling as he said, "Junior students, please let me hide. Going out might really kill me."

"What nonsense are you spouting, you bastard!"

The freshmen raised their crucibles to fight the enemy with their newly developed itching medicine, while Melt threw out the remaining liquid cheese bombs! The second battlefield was bustling with activity, while Merdin had already skillfully made his escape.

Kano, who appeared out of nowhere, squatted down next to Kukuki's desk and smiled, "Our Millennium Cave Organization, as its name suggests, is a club established specifically for senior magicians who are over a thousand years old. It's perfect for Miss Kukuki to join."

Jiu Jiumu nodded blankly: "Hmm, let me think..."

Linggong hurriedly pulled her away, saying, "Don't be fooled, God! That's a weird, stupid organization!"

"Oh, then I won't join..."

Kano looked hurt: "Rinko, that's too much! We're an honest and righteous evil organization established to maintain campus security!"

"Senior, you yourself said it's an evil organization, hey."

Lü Wenjun took a few deep breaths and continued writing: "The area around the campus is very safe, so there's no need to worry about my safety..."

Faris yanked him hard: "Stop writing! Run! Pershka got hit by that bomb!!"

Lu Wenjun put away the letter and immediately transformed, pulling Faris along as they shot out the window in a streak of white light. Half a second later, someone's furious shout rang out from inside the classroom.

"Get out of here, all of you!!"

"A giant iceberg is coming!!" "It's so cold..." "I'm going to die! I'm going to die! I'm going to die!"

The windows of the entire 138th floor were covered with a thick layer of ice. The fairies in the small garden downstairs sneezed, then went back to watering the flowers and eating candy. In the distance came screams as several demonic boars rampaged down the road, knocking Chai Luo, a senior student, flying into the air.

Lü Wenjun silently wrote the ending:

In conclusion, I am having a fulfilling, safe, and happy time at my current school.

I ranked first in my grade in both the entrance exam and the midterm exam, and I will continue to work hard to maintain my current grades in the final exam.

There are no make-up classes during the holidays, and students are expected to be able to go home for the Chinese New Year after the winter break in January.

My son is well, don't worry.

After finishing writing the letter, Lü Wenjun covered his face and squatted down, his face clearly showing that he wanted to die.

Faris was still observing the battle upstairs: "What's going on here? Such a beautiful everyday scene, flowers are flying, pigs are running, and upperclassmen are bombing the school."

“I’m writing a letter home,” Lü Wenjun said desperately, “trying to convince my parents that I’m living a peaceful campus life.”

Faris shook his head: "In this godforsaken place of ours, it's supposed to be peaceful? Let's just move it to Anxiang in one go."

·

Lu Wenjun walked into the first floor of the teaching building with the envelope in his hand, feeling uneasy.

My parents are a bit eccentric, but their thinking is generally normal. They don't have high expectations for their son. According to my mother, as long as his grades are average and he's not illiterate, that's fine. The key is that he lives a peaceful life and is healthy…

But how is he supposed to talk to his parents about safety now? To be honest, our school building explodes frequently, and fights between students are common. Your son has not only beaten up a lot of monsters, but he also killed a god a couple of days ago?

Dad would probably be overjoyed and praise his courage, while Mom would likely have a heart attack after reading the letter... So Lü Wenjun could only write three long, rambling pages, emphasizing the safety and stability of his life while also spending a lot of time talking about the friends he knew:

Faris is a witty and humorous American art student, Vilsa is a steady and reliable Norwegian sports student, Reiko is a religious studies student from Japan, and Perschka is a German girl who is his friendly competitor and helper...

After writing it, Lü Wenjun himself felt it was all nonsense, but since two months had passed and his parents already knew he wasn't in the cram school anymore, the letter's purpose was simply to let them know he was "still alive and breathing," so the truthfulness of its contents wasn't that important.

"Just a letter, nothing else?" the old man asked him.

Old Fa, the school bus driver, also works part-time in logistics, both inside and outside the secret realm. There are their own channels for communication between the realms, but letters to the outside world can only be delivered by hand. Lu Wenjun handed over another photo: "Let's add a group photo."

The large photo showed a group of freshmen, arms around each other, looking disheveled but all smiles. It was a group photo of the entire first-year class after the recent battle. He was in the very center of the first row, being lifted high by his friends, grinning like a silly goose in the sunshine.

The old man took the letter and photo, swept them across the magic circle beside him, and then tossed them into the box behind him.

"No problem, pay up. We'll get back to you in a couple of days. Next!"

Lu Wenjun transferred 8000 magic coins using the jade pendant, feeling a slight pang of pain; the money he had painstakingly saved over the past two months was gone. He stepped aside and saw a head of messy black hair.

"Bill, you send letters too?"

Bill clutched several envelopes in his hand: "I'm a big star, and my fans are all waiting for me to give them regular updates."

Old Fa chuckled when he saw the address: "You cowboy have African fans?

"That's what it means to be world-famous."

Bill habitually took out a cigarette and lit it after Lü Wenjun said he didn't mind: "You're pretty eager, aren't you? I understand. Anyone who does something this big has to brag about it to their hometown."

"What are you bragging about? Without your help, I would have turned into a block of wood on day one."

“I have to say you’re being a bit too modest,” Old Fa interjected. “Do you know what you’ve done? You’ve killed a god!”

"We fought alongside everyone and defeated the god who was about to die," said Lü Wenjun.

Old Fa blew a spark: "That's a god too! In my day, a young man like you would be surrounded by poets praising you. Every city-state would rush to tell your tales of your great deeds, celebrating the birth of a new hero with plays and epic poems."

Bill agreed, saying, "The Tree-Cutting Chronicles, The Clever Lu Wenjun, The Oriental... a classic legendary hero."

Lü Wenjun said helplessly, "Please stop making fun of me..."

“Lu, you need to have the pride that matches your strength, otherwise you'll easily be seen as a spineless coward.” Bill blew a smoke ring at him. “What are your plans after this?”

Lu Wenjun hadn't thought much about "what's to come"; he was focused entirely on the present. He casually remarked, "Well... I don't really have the motivation to do anything anymore. I'll just drift through the final exams and then go on vacation."

Bill and Pharaoh stared at him in astonishment, as if the citizens of Gotham City had heard that Batman was preparing to retire.

"What do you mean by those looks?"

“You know, Lu, I never thought I’d hear the word 'ordinary' from you…” Bill’s eyes were strange. “You’re the most troublesome person I’ve ever met…”

"The most troublesome..." Old Fa added.

“The most restless problem-maker,” Bill concluded. “Don’t you find it funny to say that? You’re always so eager to chase adventures.”

"I……"

Lu Wenjun was speechless for a moment. Bill seemed to have discovered something and revealed that amused smile unique to older people.

“It seems our young man hasn’t yet broken through the veil between himself and his true nature.” He patted Lü Wenjun on the shoulder. “Take it slow, lad! I must say this is part of growing up; knowing yourself is far more important than learning techniques.”

He walked away, a cigarette dangling from his lips, grinning from ear to ear. Lu Wenjun was stunned for a moment, then asked Lao Fa, "Am I really so unwilling to be ordinary?"

"Why don't you ask about your Outstanding Contribution Award?" Old Fa squinted his non-existent eyes. "Ordinary magicians don't have a pocketful of spoils like this."

·

To be honest, Lü Wenjun did indeed gain a lot this time.

First, the spell "Giant Slayer Jack," which he learned before the final battle, filled the gap in his long-standing offensive capabilities. Although the activation conditions for this spell are extremely demanding, it is still much more suitable than the high-mana-consuming single-cast manifestation spell.

Before the battle, Lü Wenjun specifically tested the output under different deception counts. When deceiving only once, the spell would generate a sharp dagger that could be used as a throwing knife; when deceiving twice, it would become a proper Western-style longsword, which could easily cut through armored spells.

Three deceptions will form a giant sword as exaggerated as a door panel, four deceptions will form a super giant axe, and the five deceptions used in the previous subjugation will generate a super sword-shaped light cannon, the light magic fluctuations are enough to blow away ordinary attacks.

Although it can be deceiving 6789 more times if the enemy cooperates, the previous battle was actually the limit of this spell. After all, no matter how good the concept or how harsh the prerequisites are, this is still an alternate reality spell. After five stacks of the deception buff, which is effective against giants and powerful enemies, the upper limit of alternate reality is almost exhausted. Even if you add more magic power, it can't be stronger.

Actual testing showed that the output was more than sufficient, and Lü Wenjun was already very satisfied. After mastering the Giant Slayer, his combat style was basically formed. He used his spring kick in combination with the Ghost Fire to quickly kill low-to-medium threat opponents, while using high-speed attacks to escape while fighting, trying to bait out a few opportunities before finishing them off with a single Giant Slayer move. The overall logic was very smooth.

"My current setup is practically a wheelchair!" he remarked.

"You mean you just need to maintain a high-mana-consuming transformation for high-speed chases while racking your brains to deceive the opponent five times in a short period of time, and you can unleash a powerful attack that can only be fired once?" Faris said. "I've never seen a wheelchair that requires so much skill."

"A medium cup!" said Jiu Jiu Mu, who had joined in the fun.

Linggong let out a small scream: "What strange things are you saying!"

“I see that students on the forum like to use these kinds of words.”

Faris clicked his tongue in amazement: "The speed at which the divine being has been corrupted by modern entertainment culture is quite fast. He's even learned this kind of word!"

Lu Wenjun shrugged: "This is already pretty brainless, okay? Even Virsa's boxing style requires high martial arts skills to support it. Tell me, is there any style of output that is simpler than mine?"

Reiko glanced sideways at Pershka: "Hmm, ah, well..."

"What do you mean by that rude look? Are you questioning my skill level?" Pershka slammed his hand on the table.

“You’re lacking scouting right now,” Virsa commented. “This tactic isn’t suitable for skirmishes.”

In skirmishes where the enemy's details are unknown, it's difficult to devise effective countermeasures, and one is easily killed in a single combo upon first encounter. To address this, Lü Wenjun made another contingency plan.

"Clang clang~" He flipped his hand and conjured a burning rhinoceros horn, "Strange Theory·Manifestation, Burning Rhinoceros Horn Penetrates the Darkness".

Chapter 68 The Divine Weapons Have Arrived

"What? There's a rhinoceros horn jack?" Faris asked.

“I also have non-Jack spells, okay? This is a genuine ancient story.”

“I’ve never heard of asking for a solution.” Faris raised his hand.

"Page 123 of the Spiritual Studies textbook, you're welcome."

The story of the burning rhinoceros horn at Niuzhu is a strange tale recorded in both *Yiyuan* and *Jin Shu*. It tells of how Wen Qiao, a famous general of the Eastern Jin Dynasty, heard music coming from underwater when he passed through Niuzhu Islet. Rumors circulated that this was the work of a demon, so Wen Qiao lit a rhinoceros horn to illuminate the underwater scene. Sure enough, he saw a demon in the water come and cover the light. That night, the demon appeared in Wen Qiao's dream, blaming him for disturbing the peace. Soon after, Wen Qiao fell ill and died.

"What a haunted tale! Why did you choose this one?"