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Someone couldn't help but retort, "You make it sound so easy. What if you accidentally enter a dead end?"

She Zhiyi glanced at him and said, "Then you're out of luck."

The man choked so hard his face turned red.

She Zhiyi was too lazy to look at him anymore. She randomly chose a stone door, raised her hand and pressed it against the cold door surface, and turned to the crowd, saying, "Let me tell you this: if the clue is really hidden inside the door, you won't find it even if you peel off the wall plaster from the outside."

"Since we can't get out anyway, we can either wait to die or go in and take a gamble. Weigh the options yourself."

After he finished speaking, he pushed open the stone door and couldn't help but look back at Lin Zhixu.

He left with the words, "You bunch of useless trash, I'm going in first. Even if I find any clues, I won't tell you a thing."

Without hesitation, he stepped inside.

Some people were so angry that their faces turned red, but before they could say anything, She Zhiyi went inside, leaving them with their words stuck in their throats.

Jiang Che stared in disbelief, muttering to himself, "Is She Zhiyi really like this? Was she just pretending before?"

Lin Zhixu chuckled lightly, offering no answer, but instead turning to the others and saying, "Let's choose a door too. There's a saying that's true: fortune favors the bold. Maybe there really is a surprise inside."

He quickly called out to the system in his mind, asking it to activate its cheat function and filter out the doors with the lowest risk factor for him.

The system was silent for a moment, then reluctantly reported several locations.

Lin Zhixu pointed to the first door on the left: "Zhou Tong, you go into that door. Chu Yan, you go into the second door. Senior Brother Jiang, we'll go through the middle two doors, Luo Yiyan, you go to the fourth door."

Zhou Tong and Chu Yan did not hesitate at all. Their trust in Lin Zhixu was already deeply ingrained. Since Senior Brother Lin said so, he must have his reasons.

The two nodded and each walked toward the designated stone gate.

Jiang Che hesitated slightly, but considering that everyone had spent a long time studying the pattern but hadn't found it, and that choosing any door wouldn't make a difference, he nodded and walked towards the door Lin Zhixu pointed to.

Lord Luo Yiyan trusts Lin Zhixu the most. Even if he points to a pit ahead and says it's a flat road, Lin Zhixu will step on it without hesitation.

The four disappeared one after another behind the door, leaving the remaining people looking at each other in bewilderment.

A brief silence fell over the hall.

Someone stared at the closed stone doors and whispered, "Actually, what that person said wasn't wrong. Either way, we're going to die, so we might as well go in and take a gamble."

This statement resonated with more and more people.

Rather than wasting our time here waiting to die, we might as well take a gamble.

One by one, people gritted their teeth, pushed open the stone door, and went inside. Some even gave their last words before entering, which plunged the atmosphere into sadness and despair.

Even after hesitating for a moment, Lian Chengyan gritted his teeth and chose a door to go in.

He's a Golden Core cultivator; those Foundation Establishment and even Qi Refining disciples all went in. It would be such a loss of face if he didn't go in!

Could his luck be worse than those people's?

Fewer and fewer people remained, and most of those who did were cowardly and wanted to wait and reap the benefits.

Maybe those people who go in will find clues? If they do, then I won't have to go in and die, right?

Sun Sheng and his group watched from the side. One of his lackeys leaned over and asked in a low voice, "Senior Brother Sun, should we go in too?"

Sun Sheng's face darkened, and he glared at him: "What are you doing coming in? Are you tired of living and looking for death? Didn't you see how that half-person crawled out?"

"Just wait, I don't believe those people, having found a clue and with so many people left, would dare not tell us!"

The rest of the people shared his idea.

……

After She Zhiyi pushed open the stone door, a flash of white light appeared before her eyes, and when she opened her eyes again, she found herself in a misty garden.

Underfoot was a path paved with bluestone slabs, with unknown flowers and trees planted on both sides. The air was humid and warm, carrying a faint fragrance of grass and trees.

He has keen hearing and can clearly hear the faint sound of water flowing in the distance, as if someone is stirring the water.

She Zhiyi raised an eyebrow, followed the sound of water through layers of mist, around a rockery, and suddenly the view opened up before her.

Nestled among flowers and trees, the hot spring pool has a few petals floating on the water, their origins unknown. The rising steam creates a hazy and ambiguous atmosphere around the scene.

There was a person in the pool with their back to him, the water level above their waist, revealing smooth lines of their shoulders and back, water droplets sliding down their spine, gleaming warmly in the misty steam.

She Zhiyi looked slightly disappointed.

It's nothing more than a honey trap. The tricks of this illusion are nothing special. Do they really think everyone is a lustful ghost?

Just as he was about to turn and leave, the person in the pool suddenly turned around, their voice tinged with wariness and surprise: "Who?"

That face, along with the moisture, met his gaze. Her features were cool and aloof, her lips pale, and her long, wet hair clung to her face, making her eyes appear even more hazy and watery than usual.

She Zhiyi froze in place, her pupils dilating slightly.

Okay, he took back what he just said.

This illusion is quite interesting.

He looked at the other person's face, slowly curled his lips into a smile, and his eyes crinkled into crescents.

Those who know him well will recognize this as a prelude to his anger.

The things in the illusion are getting bolder and bolder; they even dare to use his beloved disciple's face at will.

The "Lin Zhixu" in the pool clearly saw his face as well, paused for a moment, then frowned slightly: "Master? How come it's you?"

She Zhiyi looked down at her hands; the knuckles were clearly defined, and she didn't know when they had returned to their original state.

But he knew that a small illusion could never truly expose his disguise; it was merely a smokescreen.

He looked up at the familiar face in the pool, his smile deepening.

He said slowly, "I didn't expect you to be taking a bath here. What a coincidence."

Lin Zhixu: "...?"

This doesn't make sense, does it?

Logically speaking, this person should be flustered, blushing, and at a loss, and then at the right moment, display the appropriate embarrassment and annoyance.

After a while, they go with the flow, feigning reluctance and welcoming, and then they have a romantic and whimsical affair. Is this what a standard fantasy drama should be like?

If a kind person bumps into their sweetheart at a hot spring, their first reaction would be to say, "What a coincidence!"

However, he was a dedicated illusionist after all. He only paused for a moment before quickly adjusting his state and slowly standing up from the pool.

Water droplets slid down his smooth muscle lines, and wisps of steam swirled around him, outlining his perfectly proportioned figure.

He walked barefoot across the wet stone slabs, picked up his clothes that had fallen to the ground, slowly put them on, and walked towards She Zhiyi.

Every movement was meticulously designed, neither too frivolous nor too captivating.

Instead of avoiding him, She Zhiyi narrowed her eyes slightly and looked him up and down with great interest.

His gaze was cold and critical, not as if he were looking at a beautiful woman, but as if he were examining a poorly made counterfeit.

A moment later, he scoffed inwardly, thinking it was all form and no soul, utterly unbearable to look at.

He would linger for a moment whenever he saw the cinnabar mole on his beloved student's collarbone, admiring it dearly.

This illusion failed to replicate even such crucial details; it deserves a bad review.