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The man's face stiffened.

He didn't want to die either!

I regret it so much I want to slap myself.

You think you're so smart, and you're so talkative! Now look what happened, you've been used as a sacrifice.

But he didn't dare refuse Cheng Yan.

Cheng Yan appears to be a gentleman on the surface, but in reality, he has many ways to torment people.

Entering the door might mean facing nine out of ten times the life, but if you embarrass Cheng Yan in public and he holds a grudge against you, then you're doomed.

With a long face, he slowly made his way to the row of stone gates.

In his eyes, all these stone gates looked exactly the same, without any distinguishing marks, so it was really just a matter of luck.

He leaned closer to examine it for a while, when Cheng Yan's voice came from behind him, clearly impatient: "Hurry up, what are you dawdling for? These doors all look the same, just pick one."

The man took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and reached out to push open the door closest to him.

The inside was pitch black; nothing could be seen. It was like a gaping abyss, waiting for its prey to walk right into its trap.

He closed his eyes, steeled his resolve, and stepped inside.

The stone door closed behind him instantly, blocking all view.

The people in the hall held their breath and waited for a moment, but no sound came from behind the door.

Now everyone can only wait for the person inside to come out. Perhaps... that person will never come out again.

Time passed second by second, but the stone door remained unmoved.

Some people in the hall gradually became impatient and began to mutter under their breath, "They haven't come out yet after so long, could they really be dead inside?"

Someone turned to Cheng Yan and tentatively asked, "Senior Brother Cheng, waiting like this isn't going to solve anything. If he really gets hurt inside, how long will we have to wait?"

Cheng Yan frowned, about to suggest sending someone else in to take a look, when the stone door suddenly opened silently again.

The disciple who had just entered stepped out of the threshold in a daze, still holding a pile of golden things in his arms.

Upon closer inspection, everyone discovered that the place was overflowing with gold and silver jewelry.

The person didn't die, and it seems they even gained quite a bit of benefit!

The crowd swarmed around him, bombarding him with questions about what was inside.

The disciple was so confused by the noise that he opened his mouth several times but didn't know who to answer first.

Cheng Yan coldly shouted, "Shut up, all of you. Let him speak properly."

The crowd immediately fell silent and made way.

Cheng Yan walked up to him, looked him up and down, and asked, "What's the situation inside?"

The man wiped his face, looking excited, and said that he didn't encounter any danger after going in. He was immediately surrounded by a group of beauties, treated to good food and drink, and given a pile of jewelry before leaving.

A glint flashed in Cheng Yan's eyes as he thought to himself that this kid was lucky.

Upon hearing this, the expressions of those around them changed; their previous fear was completely burned away by greed.

If even this kind of scum can come out unscathed and make a fortune, why can't they?

No one knows who took the first step, but the crowd scattered in a flash, rushing towards the stone gate.

But they found that the stone door, which someone had already entered, was completely immovable no matter how they pushed it. The runes on the door had faded completely, as if it had closed forever after completing its mission.

Someone kicked the stone door in frustration and retreated while cursing.

Cheng Yan hadn't expected this either.

People dare to walk on paths that have been trodden before, but those doors that have not yet been opened remain silently embedded in the wall. No one knows whether what awaits them after pushing them open is beauty and jewels, or utter ruin.

The atmosphere reached an impasse again.

Cheng Yan spoke again: "It seems that it's not all danger inside. However, whether it's a blessing or a curse depends entirely on luck. The opportunity is right in front of you all; how you choose is up to you."

Everyone looked at each other.

Several people gritted their teeth, their greed taking over, pushed open the door in front of them, and disappeared into the darkness.

One has two.

Seeing someone else push the door open and enter, many people finally lost their nerve, and greed ultimately prevailed.

If we wait any longer, all the good opportunities will be taken, leaving us with only a dead end.

Of course, a large number of people dared not take the risk and stayed where they were, waiting to see if this group of people could come out alive.

Cheng Yan and his group were among them.

Lin Zhixu and the others found a corner to gather together. Jiang Che spoke first: "It seems that this place is all about luck. We'd better not make any rash moves."

The others nodded.

Lin Zhixu's gaze remained fixed on the first disciple who came out.

The man sat alone at the edge of the crowd, his gold and silver jewelry scattered on the ground, but he didn't bother to pick it up. The dazed smile on his face never faded, as if he was still immersed in a beautiful dream and hadn't woken up.

Luo Yiyan noticed it too, and his brows gradually furrowed: "Look at him, something's not right. Cultivators have stable consciousness; mere illusions can't confuse their minds at all."

"Even if he was temporarily misled, he should have sobered up by now after being out for so long. But he still seems completely out of it. That door probably isn't anything good."

Luo Yiyan turned to look at everyone and posed a crucial question: "And have you ever thought about what use it would be even if we actually obtained the treasure? If we're trapped here forever and can't get out, all that gold and silver would just be burial goods."

Upon hearing this, the others realized the same thing and their expressions changed.

Zhou Tong was taken aback, then hesitated and said, "It can't be that bad, can it? Wasn't it said that the time-limited secret realm would automatically teleport us out?"

Lin Zhixu said calmly, "That's the rule of the secret realm. But we've already entered the ruins, which are isolated from the outside world and form their own space. No one can guarantee whether teleportation power can penetrate this stone hall."

Lin Zhixu looked at Cheng Yan: "If you want to get the answer, perhaps someone would be willing to smash the jade pendant and test it."

Zhou Tong muttered with a long face, "I should have known better than to come and join in this fun."

Jiang Che patted him on the shoulder and comforted him, "It's not your fault. If we had known, we would have come to join in the fun too."

The remaining people stared intently at the stone doors.

Someone pushed open the stone door and came out, looking excited.

Some people disappeared without a trace, and the runes on the door silently faded away.

As everyone wavered between hope and unease, suddenly, a door slowly opened, and a strong stench of blood rushed out.

A person crawled out of the door... or rather, half a person.

He was left with only his upper body, a bloody mess from his chest down, leaving a long trail of blood.

Both arms were severed at the root, and the wounds on the shoulders were jagged, as if the person had endured inhuman torture.

His legs were gone, leaving only half of his upper body, covered in blood.

The face was so disfigured that its original features were unrecognizable; the skin had been peeled off in large pieces, revealing the scarlet muscles and white bone fragments underneath.

He was still alive, making gurgling sounds in his throat as if he wanted to say something, but even his lips were gone.

It's a human pig.

Everyone was startled and took several steps back; a few timid disciples even started retching on the spot.

Cheng Yan's expression changed drastically. He quickly stepped forward, took out a life-extending pill from his storage bag, and stuffed it into the man's mouth, channeling his spiritual energy to protect his heart meridian.

After swallowing the pill, the man's remaining single eye moved slightly, and a few broken syllables finally escaped his throat: "No...don't go...it's all an illusion, a trap..."

Before he could finish speaking, his mangled body froze completely, his eyes wide open in death.

Cheng Yan slowly stood up, veins bulging on the back of his hand, took two steps back, his face terribly gloomy.

He panicked and started to feel scared.