Chapter 111: The Processed Chinese Cabbage

Ji Yun was seized by a sudden pang of fear and guilt—five people had just fallen, and he blamed himself deeply. He ought to have been more vigilant, to prevent any casualties from occurring again, yet here they were, facing such a tragedy.

The atmosphere grew heavy, each person still trembling from the shock, some even regretting having come here, having stepped through this very door.

Ji Yun raised his head and glanced toward Ji Yin, who had just shouted something. It sounded like an illusion!

Meeting Ji Yun’s gaze, Ji Yin knew she had to offer an explanation.

She had only just realized that illusions did not yet exist in this world.

Among the Liusha Star sect, she was the only one capable of illusions; the others merely used small tricks and sleight of hand.

Illusions were a form of demonic cultivation.

But her own strength was still too weak to perform them.

The Face-changing Technique was actually the most basic form of illusion magic, but the people here were unaware, thinking it merely a secret art.

“The display you all just witnessed was an illusion, like flowers in a mirror or the moon’s reflection in water. Such illusions serve to bewilder and deceive, which is what you experienced as being beguiled,” Ji Yin whispered softly.

“An illusion? Is that also a form of spiritual cultivation?” someone asked.

“Yes,” Ji Yin nodded.

“If that is true, then a spiritual cultivator who can wield illusions must be the most formidable. They need not lift a finger; setting an illusion alone could kill unseen.”

Someone nearby immediately nodded in agreement.

Indeed, that was the truth.

Ji Yin remained silent.

She remembered all too well how she had once killed three thousand people with illusions.

Even now, she recalled the blood-soaked roadside after the rain, and the sky seemingly dyed red by blood following the storm.

The stronger the illusion, the greater the backlash upon the caster.

“How do you know this, Seventh Young Master? To my knowledge, no spiritual cultivator in this world can use illusions!” Chu Yu’s voice suddenly cut through.

Ji Yin, this useless girl, could hardly know so much—she must be fabricating stories to make herself look impressive.

Ji Yin cast a disdainful glance at Chu Yu, ready to teach him another lesson.

She stepped forward and suddenly covered her mouth and nose.

The gesture drew a burst of laughter, and the tension eased.

Chu Yu’s face darkened profoundly.

He hadn’t even noticed such a strong smell, yet Ji Yin acted as if it were unbearable—was she really that dramatic?

“Young Master Chu, this world is vast. May I ask where you have traveled?” Ji Yin inquired.

Chu Yu was left speechless.

“Have you ever left Chiyu? Traveling a few hundred miles out of the imperial capital is already considered worldly-wise? And yet you dare say there are no spiritual cultivators here who can use illusions! Then what do you make of what just happened on the suspension bridge? Do you really think the wonders of nature can conjure illusions by themselves?”

Chu Yu was rendered mute by her questioning.

Ji Yin stepped back a few paces before lowering her hand. “Young Master Chu, perhaps you think of yourself as a genius, one in a million, a rare prodigy. Your eyes are in your head, yet you carry such a superior attitude!”

Those nearby stifled their laughter.

When Chu Yu had first entered the Tianyuan Sect, many had indeed admired him.

But now, looking at him, how foolish he seemed—almost as if he had left his brain behind.

“Young Master Chu, kindly temper your confidence. I don’t know where your sense of superiority comes from! Looking at you is like seeing a vendor at the morning market desperate to sell off cabbages at a penny each before closing time!”

*Pfft!*

Seventh Young Master’s tongue was truly sharp!