lcionline Chapter 260: Sliced Meat
Chapter 260: Sliced Meat
The fake 'Jiang Ming' stood there blankly, unresponsive.
Shen Yao poked him with her sword, but he didn't react.
Should we just kill him? She pierced the fake 'Jiang Ming's' heart with her sword. Blood gushed from the fake 'Jiang Ming's' chest, but his body remained frozen in place, as if he had lost all five senses.
Shen Yao stabbed him a few more times, but the fake 'Jiang Ming' neither fell nor died. It was too boring to keep stabbing him, so she put away her sword and searched for an exit from the tower inside the room.
The seventh-floor tower chamber was ordinary and empty; there was nothing there at a glance.
She searched the walls, floors, and ceilings, but couldn't find any mechanism to open the exit.
Before entering the tower, Mingming saw that every floor had windows from the outside, but after entering the Trial Tower, no floor had windows.
It's likely that the interior of the tower is an illusion.
She walked back and stood face to face with the fake 'Jiang Ming'. She really couldn't understand why the idiots who created these illusions would still pull this stunt on the seventh floor, even though she already knew it was an illusion.
What exactly does it mean?
If she hated the seventh level of the trial, and even stabbed the fake 'Jiang Ming', why didn't she pass?
There was no point in staring at the fake 'Jiang Ming', so she decided to look for another way out.
"Slap!" Shen Yao had just turned around when she was stunned by a slap coming straight at her.
"Slap!" Zhao Xuan slapped her again in a fit of rage: "How could you do this to us!"
Shen Yao's face burned; a mix of emotions—grievance, joy, shame, and indignation—surged within her: "Second Senior Sister..."
"Slap!" Zhao Xuan slapped her again: "You still know I'm your second senior sister, and you still recognize my face!"
Zhao Xuan shoved her around, pointing at the fake 'Jiang Ming' and scolding her: "You have a face that looks just like mine, so you should hate him even more every moment. How can you not hate him?!"
A wave of bitterness welled up in her heart and rose to her throat. Shen Yao lowered her eyes, not daring to look at the fake 'Jiang Ming's' face: "Second Senior Sister...I...I..."
"Slap!" Shen Yao was slapped away by Zhao Xuan. She stood there dumbfounded, and before she could get up, Lin Hang suddenly appeared, grabbed her shoulders and shook her: "Give Bai Luo back to me, give me back Junior Sister Bai Luo..."
Elders Xun Chu, Xu Pei, and Xu Shuo appeared behind Lin Hang, glaring at her with reproachful eyes.
Shen Yao felt extremely guilty, repeatedly telling herself in her mind: 'An illusion, fake, fake…'
She broke free from Lin Hang, stood up and kept backing away, wishing she could tear open space to create a gap and escape.
However, one after another, fellow members of the Spirit Herb Sect appeared before her. No matter which way she ran, they could surround her and torture her with condemning eyes.
"It's fake! It's all fake!" Shen Yao repeated softly, flying out of the encirclement and running towards the entrance to the seventh floor.
The entrance to the seventh floor had long since disappeared, but she still hoped to escape back to the sixth floor.
Zhao Bin, Lan Ying, and Wan Li blocked her way. They were extremely disappointed in her and accused her, saying, "We all hate her, so why don't you?"
With nowhere to hide, Shen Yao retreated, muttering to herself, "An illusion... fake... forcing me into a mental trap... fake..."
She sat down on the ground and used a divine-level mind-cleansing technique to purify her five senses and dispel the illusion.
A strangely familiar voice, one she hadn't heard in a long time, rang in her ears: "They're fake, then what about your master?"
Shen Yao's mind was disturbed, and her divine-level mind-clearing technique was forcibly interrupted, causing her to spit out a mouthful of blood.
She looked up at her master, Zhao Zhen, tears welling up in her eyes as she tried to hold them back.
"Waaaaah... Junior Sister..." Lu Qingqing, wearing the pink dress she wore when they first met, stood in front of her, sobbing uncontrollably: "Waaaaah... Junior Sister... It hurts so much..."
She grabbed Shen Yao's sleeve: "Senior Sister... Waaaaah... Qingqing is in so much pain..."
Lu Qingqing had a deep gash in her chest, the cut piercing through her entire chest, and her clothes were covered in blood.
Zhao Zhen was furious: "Look at your junior sister, she was killed by Jiang Ming's own hands. Even if you can't avenge her, you must hate her! You can't not hate her!"
……
A slight stinging sensation came over Feng Yu, who touched the seal on her collarbone; the seal was somewhat warm.
Inside the transparent tower on the table, Shen Yao's tower fire began to glow red, the red flames growing more and more pronounced as they slowly spread downwards.
"The goose boat is in danger!" Feng Yu said, then flew out of the window and headed towards the stone bead at the top of the tower. The tower spirit was there, and he was going to capture it and release the goose boat.
Upon hearing his son-in-law's words, Huo Die flew with him to the top of the Trial Tower.
Tu Xiaoxiao glanced at Xiaota Huo and then followed. Long Jiajia shouted from behind, "What's the panic? It's probably just a minor injury; it doesn't mean you'll die."
As soon as she shouted, the three people in front of her flew even faster.
Long Jiajia said with disdain, "You're just too concerned and have no patience at all."
She couldn't help but wonder: 'Can Shen Yao grow up if she's always been protected?'
……
On the seventh floor of the Trial Tower, Shen Yao's limbs were restrained by her fellow disciples. Her master had given her something, and she couldn't use any spiritual power.
The fake 'Jiang Ming' with empty eyes held a spirit knife and sliced Shen Yao's flesh piece by piece.
With each piece of flesh she cut, her fellow clansmen would ask her, "Do you hate it? Do you hate it?"
The fake 'Jiang Ming' was skilled at slicing meat, cutting small and thin pieces, so much so that even after slicing dozens of pieces, Shen Yao's calf was still not completely chopped off.
The illusion is fake, but the hurt and pain are real.
Shen Yao was in so much pain that her face turned pale, and her hair and back were soaked with sweat. Even if Zong You hadn't held her limbs down, she probably wouldn't have had the strength to escape.
Another thin slice of meat was cut off, and the master coldly asked her if she hated it: "Remember this feeling, you must hate it."
"If you can't remember, keep cutting until you can."
……
Feng Yu flew to the top of the tower, and before he even got close to the stone bead, he unleashed his Frost Sword to slash at it.
"No!" Long Jiajia shouted urgently through the loudspeaker, "The tower spirit is destroyed, Shen Yao will never be able to get out!"
The tip of the Frost Sword had already pierced the stone bead when Feng Yu hurriedly withdrew his hand. A barrier popped up from the Trial Tower, knocking away all the cultivators at the top of the tower.
"Who dares to destroy my Long family's Trial Tower?" A black dragon with a single horn flew in from the north and instantly arrived above the Trial Tower. The dragon was entirely black with golden eyes that glared angrily. It roared and exuded a powerful aura.
A powerful aura filled the ancient castle, and the Long family cultivators rushed to the Trial Tower.
The black dragon's oppressive aura did not discriminate between friend and foe. Feng Yu and Tu Xiaoxiao were pressed down so hard that their backs were slightly bent and their shoulders ached. Long Jiajia was also pressed down so hard that she could not breathe properly: "Third Grandfather, it's a misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding."
The black dragon's oppressive aura remained unabated, and its dragon eyes took in the reactions of the cultivators present. All the cultivators present were intimidated by its oppressive aura, except for one young man who stood proudly upright.
Huo Die possesses divine power, so naturally he is not afraid of any level of pressure.
The black dragon released its spiritual sense to investigate, but could not find Huo Die's spiritual root. The black dragon was astonished: "You are actually an Emperor-level cultivator!"
Huo Die arrogantly replied, "Yes, so what?"
For a Venerable Cultivator to exert pressure on an Emperor Cultivator is nothing short of humiliation.
The black dragon withdrew its oppressive aura and transformed into a dignified black-clad venerable one. It landed on the barrier at the top of the tower and said in an unyielding tone, "Even if you are an Emperor-level cultivator, don't think you can easily damage the Dragon Family Trial Tower!"