Wild Dogs

However, his fists remained clenched tightly.

"Pah, you piece of trash."

After seeing Master Wang off, his wife coldly spat at Xue Ming, then turned and went back into the room.

After a long while, Xue Ming slowly straightened up.

Just as Yang Fan was about to continue watching what would happen next, the illusionary scene before him changed once again.

This time, the visuals are completely different from before.

"I was wrong."

"Please spare me."

At this moment, flames were raging everywhere.

Xue Ming, holding a large sword, stood amidst the crimson flames, expressionless, and walked step by step toward his wife.

Three naked male corpses lay beside the woman, clearly having been dead for some time.

Xue Ming shook his head and sighed repeatedly as he looked at the scene before him.

Why do you have such a lack of self-respect?

Upon hearing this, his wife could no longer suppress her emotions and cried out in rebuttal.

"If it weren't for your cowardice and incompetence."

"How did I end up like this?"

The woman spoke while sobbing softly.

The greatsword that Xue Ming was about to bring down suddenly stopped and slowly retracted.

Then a smile appeared on his lips, and he threw his head back and burst into laughter.

"Haha, I understand."

"I understand everything."

He seemed to have suddenly realized something; his face no longer showed anger, only calm.

As soon as he finished speaking, he grabbed his wife and dragged her out onto the street.

He reached out and ripped open the woman's already disheveled clothes, shouting loudly to those around him.

"My wife, Chen's wife, is here."

"Anyone present who has the desire can approach freely."

Passersby who rushed to help put out the fire stopped and watched, and no one dared to take a step forward.

Seeing this, Xue Ming dragged his wife along and slowly walked towards a group of beggars on the street.

At the same time, Xue Ming, who was struggling painfully in reality, suddenly burst into laughter.

"The path of cultivation requires severing all ties of emotion and righteousness."

"Only by being detached from worldly desires and emotions can one steadily move forward and seek longevity."

"So-called romantic love and family affection are ultimately just fleeting illusions."

Upon hearing these words, Yang Fan immediately realized that Xue Ming was about to wake up from the illusion.

He quickly stepped aside, pretending that he was still deeply trapped in the illusion and unable to extricate himself.

Sure enough, not long after, Xue Ming suddenly opened his eyes.

The painful struggle I had just experienced seemed as if it had never happened.

At this moment, he had a faint smile on his lips, his expression calm and composed, showing no sign of emotional fluctuation.

Yang Fan was secretly alarmed.

Xue Ming is truly terrifying.

Having experienced such humiliating and painful events, he was not completely defeated, but instead saw through everything.

The humiliations that others could not bear were insignificant in his eyes, and instead became a tempering experience to refine his character.

This person is incredibly cruel.

Yang Fan clenched his fists tightly, a sense of fear rising within him.

Such a ruthless person will definitely not let me off easily in the future.

If I don't find a way to get rid of the other party in advance, I will definitely be the one who dies in the future.

Yang Fan was filled with fear and unease.

After a long while, Xue Ming slowly turned his gaze and looked around.

He immediately spotted Yang Fan, who was still standing there, stunned.

Seeing that Yang Fan had not yet woken up from the illusion.

Xue Ming was not surprised at all.

After all, Yang Fan's cultivation was shallow, so it was perfectly normal for him to fall into an illusion.

He saw Xue Ming's gaze fall on him.

Yang Fan immediately went along with the act.

He cried out for his parents while forcing out a few tears, trying to make himself appear as if he were trapped in a hallucination.

Xue Ming then gently shook his head.

He walked over to Yang Fan and patted him on the shoulder.

"Disciple, wake up."

Yang Fan pretended to have no reaction.

Seeing this, Xue Ming pushed Yang Fan a little harder.

This time, Yang Fan pretended to slowly regain consciousness.

"Master, what's going on? I was just with my parents a moment ago."

Hearing these words, Xue Ming shook his head slightly.

"It's nothing serious."

"You were just trapped in an illusion."

Then he waved to Yang Fan.

"Just stand here quietly and behave yourself."

"Stop letting your mind wander, or you'll easily fall into the illusion again."

Then Xue Ming turned to look at Xuan Yang beside him.

He discovered that Xuan Yang was still kneeling on the ground, kowtowing incessantly.

Xuan Yang's forehead was covered in blood, but he seemed tireless, continuing to kowtow repeatedly, unable to stop on his own.

"Master, I was wrong."

"Please, have mercy on me, sir."

"I will never do it again."

Xuan Yang repeated only these few words over and over, his expression numb, like a puppet being manipulated.

Seeing this, Xue Ming shook his head helplessly.

He stepped forward and kicked Xuan Yang to the ground.

"Ouch."

Xuan Yang rolled several times on the ground before slowly coming to a stop.

It took him quite a while to fully wake up from the illusion.

"What happened?"

Were we just trapped in an illusion?

Xuan Yang quickly asked.

Upon hearing this, Xue Ming nodded slightly.

"That's right, we were all trapped in an illusion just now."

"Judging from your current appearance, you must have met your master in the illusion."

"You dared to harbor murderous thoughts towards your master back then, but now, just thinking back on the past, you're so afraid."

Hearing this, Xuan Yang snorted coldly.

"What do I have to be afraid of him for?"

"It's just that in the illusion I remembered that my cultivation level was low in the past and I was often beaten and scolded by him, so I was a little afraid."

"When I later greatly increased my cultivation and personally killed him, he was still begging for mercy in a pathetic state."

When Xuan Yang spoke, his face was full of indifference.

Upon hearing this, Xue Ming chuckled softly.

"You talk about it so casually and confidently, but you're still so scared when you actually see him."

Before Xuan Yang could refute, Xue Ming raised his hand and waved it off.

"Alright, no need for further words."

"The trial of the illusion is over. We still have important things to do. Let's hurry up and find the treasure ahead."

After speaking, Xue Ming looked up at the altar high above.

A smile unconsciously crept onto his lips.

"As expected, the treasure was hidden here all along."

"There are two jade boxes on the altar. You and I can each take one. You don't have any objections, do you?"

Xuan Yang immediately nodded in response.

"I naturally have no objection."

Then Xuan Yang pulled Lady Lianhua in front of him and gently touched her forehead with his finger.

On the other side, Xue Ming raised his hand and patted Yang Fan on the shoulder.

"Alright, my good disciple."

"Go to the altar and take down the jade box on the left and give it to me."