Let the scourge go to the right path, and you make games to reward them?.

Chapter 914 The Unpleasant Transformation (12)

Although she wanted to explore the situation here, Huang Xi strongly urged Lin Yuan to temporarily put aside his restless curiosity and go to Caifeng Hall to meet their hall master first.

On the way to Caifeng Hall, Lin Yuan looked around curiously, filled with curiosity about everything.

The cultivators here are all humanoid, but sometimes they have three heads and six arms, and sometimes their faces and arms are covered with eyes, making them look terrifying.

Curious glances would occasionally fall upon them, but once they realized that Lin Yuan and the others were born humanoid, they would lose interest in them and continue to manipulate their legs, which seemed to be external tools, to walk with difficulty on the road.

"Huang Xi, do you often have outsiders here?" Lin Yuan asked curiously.

“Yes,” Huang Xi replied immediately. “The Blissful Realm is located at the intersection of the void paths, and a large number of small worlds constantly travel here, so we have seen many small worlds, and therefore we are not very surprised by you. Lin Yuan, on the other hand, you are more surprising to me. After all, it seems that there are not many outsiders in your small world, but you don’t seem surprised.”

"After all, we're outsiders too. Wait, I have a question. We've been heading north, but why are we seeing the same buildings over and over again?"

"That's normal. All buildings in the Paradise must be constructed according to a specific plan, and every area must be strictly designed to eliminate all errors, otherwise they will have to be demolished and rebuilt. How about it, isn't this kind of city, which is as precise as a ruler, particularly pleasing to the eye?"

"Are you serious?"

"Of course! I strictly abide by all the teachings of the ancient sages and agree to all their arrangements. I really couldn't be more true."

Lin Yuan looked at Huang Xi with suspicion, then realized that the other party's expression was not hypocritical at all, but even carried a hint of fanaticism.

Pulling Lan aside, Lin Yuan asked in a low voice, "Lan, what do you think?"

“Something’s not right, but I really didn’t sense any trace of the Star Lord. We might need more information to deduce what’s going on here.”

“Agreed, but let’s go see the head of Caifengtang first.”

As Huang Xi continued forward, Yun Jianxian soon became sleepy.

She yawned, rubbing her sleepy eyes, and asked, "How much longer? I'm sleepy. Lan, can you carry me?"

"Can't you hold on for a little while longer, kid?"

"No, it's the same scene over and over again, I'm too sleepy."

"I can't do anything with you, come here."

With Yun Jianxian on her back, Lan adjusted the air vent on the back so that Yun Jianxian could always be bathed in warm air.

At the same time, she activated the music mode of her magical artifact, instantly putting Yun Jianxian into a sweet sleep.

Watching Lan skillfully coax Yun Jianxian to sleep, Lin Yuan couldn't help but say, "Aren't you spoiling her a little too much?"

"After all, they are people from the upper and lower realms, so it's normal to pamper them a bit. I am a Star Lord, and it is my duty to serve them."

"But you're still too indulgent. You should be stricter next time."

"So, I'll refuse three times next time?"

"……Hopeless."

Huang Xi watched this scene with considerable envy, but averted her gaze when Lin Yuan turned to look at her, seemingly indifferent to everything. However, Lin Yuan had already sensed Huang Xi's emotions. This subtle feeling made Lin Yuan realize that Huang Xi was not as satisfied with her life here as she appeared.

Is this a characteristic of Huang Xi itself, or an undercurrent lurking in the Blissful Realm?

With this question in mind, Lin Yuan silently observed and moved forward, and arrived at the destination, the Phoenix Clan's Cultural Gathering Hall, a quarter of an hour later.

Along the way, they had passed other cultural centers, so Lin Yuan recognized this place at a glance.

Aside from the different name, this place is no different from the previous Gouzi Caifeng Hall, which made Lin Yuan realize that there has always been an invisible ruler here, forcibly planning everything to be the same.

Who exactly is this ancient sage?
What is the point of making everything the same?
If the Demonic Sect is collecting negative emotions here, then they should build some special buildings, such as a torture chamber, to let the negative emotions rain down.

But the other party didn't seem to be collecting negative emotions; instead, they made the place very formal and orderly.

Could it be some kind of righteous organization?
The righteous organization that Lin Yuan believed in was a vibrant and progressive one, yet everything here seemed dull and lifeless.

It's baffling that they chose poetry battles as their sole form of entertainment when there are so many other interesting ways to enjoy it.

Filled with questions, Lin Yuan followed Huang Xi into Caifeng Hall.

The Thirty-Six Halls Grand Competition has not yet begun. A large number of demon cultivators are busy here, constantly remaking bamboo slips and hanging them under the long corridor.

After listening to Huang Xi's explanation of the bamboo slips and the Grand Competition, Lin Yuan realized that the Grand Competition might be a common event in every small world, which meant that the Blissful Realm also had a similar cultural origin, but it had been led astray by the ancient saints.

After learning that these bamboo strips had to be made by hand and that they needed to be remade for each competition, Lin Yuan realized that the worship of the ancient saints in the Blissful Realm had reached an unbelievable level.

The ancient sages may have helped the development of the Blissful Realm, but now it seems that they have become an obstacle to the progress of the Blissful Realm, but no one dares to say anything.

After leading Lin Yuan to sit down, Huang Xi took her leave and went to contact the hall master here.

Lin Yuan and Yun Jianxian, and Lan sat here for a while, watching the bamboo strips being hung up, and then the pleasant sound of the wind rang out, bringing the sound of poetry to their ears.

Sipping the hot tea that was served and eating the oranges he had conjured up, Lin Yuan felt that this should be a nice scene, but unfortunately the sound of the poem in his ear was really bad.

Not to mention comparing it to the Tang and Song poems of my previous life, even General Zhang's poems are more interesting than this.

At least other poems have a frog, but this poem doesn't even have a frog.

Just as Lin Yuan was contemplating whether to take a short nap, an old man walked up to him and sat down cross-legged.

Unlike Huang Xi's stiff movements, the old man's movements were quite skillful. The action of sitting cross-legged seemed to have been practiced a thousand times, with the skill of a craftsman and the fluidity of flowing water.

When they made eye contact, Lin Yuan could even see the other person's chest rising and falling slightly, and his beard trembling with each breath. These things looked so lifelike that they were almost indistinguishable from the real person.

The longer he looked, the stronger the inhuman feeling became, as if some extremely human-like thing was imitating humans in front of him, which made even the ancient god Lin Yuan a little uneasy.

Lan also showed a look of disgust, and the thumb underneath her began to shake incessantly, wishing she could kick the old monster in front of her to death immediately.

Sensing the displeasure between the two, the hall master was slightly taken aback, then asked in confusion, "Gentlemen, is there a problem with my transformation technique?"

(End of this chapter)