Gentlemen, it's time to enter the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls.

Chapter 215 The real seduction is approval.
Chen Ye has mastered the Three Hells, each with its own unique purpose.

The Fire Serpent Hell is the most practical; the Bronze Bell Hell is awe-inspiring; while the Ghostly Illusion Hell is the most difficult to use, yet the most difficult to defend against.

The Illusory Hell is not an ordinary illusion, but a bewitching power.

Ordinary people think that a skilled swindler treats the fake as real. The Mirage School plays this game, turning the fake into the real. Whether you believe it or not, I've conjured it up and can fool you.

But Chen Ye's illusory hell uses a different method to bewitch people: "affirmation" and "approval".

Everyone has their own stance and interests, and everyone has their own reasons.

It's just that most of the time in this world, people don't care about the lives or deaths of others, which is why there are so many people who are "frustrated and unfulfilled".

Everyone longs to be recognized, to be respected, and even more so, to succeed.

Regardless of whether you've tried or not, and regardless of whether your methods are right or wrong, everyone desires these things.

The Phantom Hell is one that "accepts" everything about you without limit.

Moreover, Chen Ye's Hell is not just a simple spell, but a powerful supernatural ability to change the world.

He turned the area covered by hell into his own little world, and all kinds of laws were influenced by Chen Ye, as if it were a world of its own.

Therefore, the shadow into which the bald man disappeared actually existed in the hellish world set up by Chen Ye, and was tainted with the aura of the illusory hell.

However, this escape technique was indeed powerful, and Chen Ye was unable to completely pull him into the Netherworld Hell in one go.

But the effects of hell have already begun to take effect, and everything the bald man thought of and did along the way is constantly coming true.

He hoped to find traces of his opponent's spiritual energy, and he actually found them. He felt that such obvious traces must be fake, so his "caution" paid off, and he found the "hidden truth".

This sense of intellectual superiority made him feel even more lucky and he continued to move forward.

Each prediction, each success, each act of extreme caution, each discovery of the enemy's weaknesses—this sense of accomplishment, akin to solving a puzzle, constantly spurred the bald man's spirit.

His mental defenses were constantly weakening, and he was falling into Chen Ye's trap step by step.

As for the Five Yin Spirit Devouring Array, Chen Ye did indeed set it up, but not in the imperial mausoleum, but in this underground palace.

This formation is effective, but it requires a large number of vengeful ghosts filled with resentment as its foundation.

Chen Ye didn't have any "fierce ghosts" around him before, so he couldn't set up the Five Yin Spirit Devouring Array. However, now that the ghost messengers around him have become stronger, he can barely use it.

If facing truly powerful masters, a single slap would send them back to dust; they wouldn't even have time to exhaust their spiritual energy.

However, when dealing with cultivators of similar cultivation levels, the Five Yin Spirit Devouring Formation is an extremely effective formation, since once the spiritual energy is exhausted, victory is assured.

The bald man thought he was still lurking in the shadows, but in fact he was already walking in his true form. Under the influence of the formation, he could be described as staggering.

The moment his spiritual energy was completely depleted, the bald man regained a moment of clarity due to the pain of his depleted spiritual energy, but by then he had no chance of escaping.

His feet were sinking deep into the mud, and his body was slowly sinking into it.

It shouldn't have gone so smoothly. Chen Ye had prepared many backup plans in case the man suddenly realized his mistake, which would have led to another fierce battle.

I just didn't expect that this person would actually believe in fate.

He truly believed he was the chosen one, so he took it all for granted. He was the chosen one, so why should he doubt it? Everything was supposed to go smoothly.

The result was that they only realized it when the spiritual energy had been completely drained.

The bald man looked at the young man in front of him, who was completely different from the Crimson Serpent Demon Sect cultivator he had seen in the illusion.

Not only is she younger, but she also has an indescribable charm.

He was clearly a ruthless killer, but for some reason, seeing this person gave him an urge to kneel down and kowtow, as if he were facing a god.

Chen Ye, holding the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, stood in front of the bald man and said to him, "Alright, your days are numbered. If you tell the truth, there is still a glimmer of hope for your survival."

The bald man gritted his teeth and said, "Friends of the Crimson Serpent Demon Sect, we are all cultivators of the demonic sect, and we have no deep-seated hatred for each other. Today, I admit defeat because my skills are inferior to yours. I will give you whatever you want, whether it's magic weapons or pills, just please spare my life. How about that?"

Chen Ye laughed and said, "Don't be in such a hurry, I don't even know your name yet."

The bald man quickly said, "My Daoist name is Huaiyue, and I am a disciple of the Wujiu Sect. Could you please release the restrictions on me? I'm about to sink."

In the time it took to say just a few words, the bald man's calves had already sunk into the mud and were still sinking.

If this continues, we'll be completely swallowed up in no time.

Although he didn't know what kind of magic it was, he could sense that if he were to completely sink into it, he would surely die.

Chen Ye, however, was not in a hurry at all, and said slowly, "It's alright, you're quite tall, you still have plenty of time." Huai Yue was about to be furious. This man had just said that he didn't have much time left, and now he said he still had plenty of time. He had seen many devils, but this was the first time he had ever seen someone swallow back what he had said in the blink of an eye.

So shameless, no wonder he's a devil, but this kind of person is the hardest to deal with.

"Your Excellency, do you really want to start a war between our two sects? There's absolutely no need for that. I've lost, I admit it. Whatever you want me to compensate you for, I'll do it. I'll even give you my physical body. Do you really want to force me to detonate my soul and cause us both to suffer heavy losses?"

Chen Ye laughed and said, "Cultivators at the Nascent Soul stage are indeed tough when they speak, and they can even fight back in critical moments."

The transformation into a deity is a minor form of immortality. If one's soul is not strong enough, how can one possess another body multiple times without suffering damage?

Such cultivators' souls can freely separate from their physical bodies and can also absorb spiritual energy to sustain themselves; however, losing their physical bodies leaves them with many flaws and weaknesses.

This demon is still diligently accumulating spiritual energy, preparing for a desperate fight with Chen Ye.

Within the area covered by Hell, this place becomes a world of its own, and Chen Ye, as the ruler of this world, how could he not know his plans? But if he wanted to escape with his soul, that would be exactly what Chen Ye wanted, since his Three Hells were all designed to target the soul.

The Crimson Fire Serpent does little harm when it bites a living person, but its power increases tenfold or a hundredfold when it bites the soul.

Chen Ye's nonchalant attitude made even the demon Huai Yue a little uneasy. It seemed that the other party really had a backup plan, and even mutual destruction might not be able to threaten him.

After hesitating for a moment, his body sank a little further, until his knees were completely submerged in the mud.

Huaiyue panicked and couldn't help but say, "Why don't you draw up a line? Whatever you want, I'll give you whatever I can."

Chen Ye laughed and said, "No rush. Huaiyue, that's an interesting name. It's an elegant name for April. That's how you Wujiu Sect choose your Daoist names, from January to December? So, you have twelve fellow disciples in total?"

"This……"

This demon really didn't expect Chen Ye to notice this key point. He hadn't read much poetry and books and didn't know that Huaiyue was an elegant name for April, but there were indeed twelve of them serving the Soulfire Little Man like him.

And he was indeed ranked fourth among them.

Their Taoist names were all bestowed by the Soulfire Little Man, such as New Year, Mid-Spring, and Late Spring. I hadn't noticed any pattern before, but I didn't expect that these were actually elegant names for the months. It seems that the Soulfire Little Man just randomly chose them for easy memorization.

Huai Yue quickly said, "I do have many fellow disciples, but what does this have to do with you? Are you afraid that my fellow disciples will come together to take revenge?"

Chen Ye frankly said, "I am indeed quite scared. If all twelve of you fellow disciples were at the Nascent Soul stage, I really wouldn't be able to handle it."

The reason we won so easily this time was entirely because this person walked right into our trap.

If faced with the enemy head-on, Chen Ye couldn't think of any way to resist the Devouring Demon Hand after thinking for a long time. He would have died on the spot if he had been grabbed.

But Chen Ye said to the man, "However, I don't believe that you fellow disciples would be so united and willing to risk your lives for me. Besides, it's not like I don't have a sect to back me up."

Huaiyue was speechless.

Within the demonic sect, even masters and disciples can turn against each other, let alone fellow disciples who are rivals.

They weren't originally twelve people, but dozens; only the twelve who survived were given Taoist titles.

They had schemed against each other countless times, and harbored countless grudges against one another.

If he dies, others will only be happy for a few days before considering using revenge as an excuse to gain some advantage.

No one cares whether the other lives or dies; that's how ruthless and heartless the demonic cultivators are.

Seeing that the man had been sufficiently defeated, Chen Ye spoke to him, saying, "I don't want to make enemies with the Wujiu Sect either. You know, our Chilian Holy Sect is already struggling. I only came in to investigate because I accidentally discovered the entrance to that underground palace. Such a huge cinnabar mine is too much for your family to handle. Why not share some with our Chilian Holy Sect? What do you think?"

Upon hearing this, Huaiyue quickly said, "Cinnabar mine? So this is what you want. That's easy. I can guarantee that you can mine as much cinnabar as you like, and we will not stop you."

Chen Ye immediately realized that this person was no good at negotiation.

Even if the cinnabar mine is truly useless to them, they have to pretend to be in a difficult position and give it up so easily, otherwise how can others feel that they have made a profit?

However, judging from what this person said, it seems that this group of demons really did not come for the cinnabar mine.

Chen Ye's eyes darted around, and he continued, "Then I also need the zombies you've collected. The Mortal Court kills a lot of people every year and throws them all into the ground, right? You've collected so many, can you share some with us? You know, the Crimson Serpent Holy Sect uses human flesh to cultivate Crimson Serpents, and the consumption is enormous."

"This... I can only say that I will try my best to provide it to you, but it won't be easy to persuade my fellow disciples."

Which demonic cultivator doesn't eat people? Everyone needs this stuff. The demonic sect is always hiding, so it's so difficult for them to capture people to practice their skills.

"You've been hiding underground for so many years, and every year the palace alone sends down a lot of corpses. Are you still stingy with this little bit?"

Huaiyue quickly said, "Your Excellency misunderstands. Even during times of turmoil, killing a hundred people a year in this underground palace is considered a lot. In previous years, we couldn't see a single one..."

(End of this chapter)