CHAPTER 202: CHAPTER 114 NO, NO... FAIRY, PLEASE RESTRAIN YOURSELF!

"A fallen fairy?"

"This event seemed rather improper!"

"But then again, this itself wasn’t a proper game..."

Chen Mo glanced discreetly at the moon white Daoist robe.

In the Jianghu, the word "fairy" was almost overused, like "young hero," it was often just a polite term.

However, for the system to recognize someone as a "fairy," among those present, it would likely only be Daoist Qingxuan, who topped the Rouge List.

"I wonder what kind of trick this time..."

Recalling the red silk that bound the Empress, Chen Mo’s expression turned somewhat odd.

Just then, Ling Ningzhi turned her head to look over.

Both of their faces were shrouded in a thin mist, but they could sense each other’s gaze.

Chen Mo slightly nodded, as a greeting, thinking to himself, *this Fairy Qingxuan was indeed too sensitive...*

Ling Ningzhi withdrew her gaze, her brows slightly furrowed.

Earlier at Medicine Mountain, she vaguely felt something was off. Although this person wore a Daoist robe, his demeanor was unlike someone from the Daoist Sect.

"He was the first to discover the Spring Beauty Jade Dew, surely he possesses some skills... Could he have also taken the Heavenly Heart Grass and Golden Thread Flower?"

Ling Ningzhi pressed her fingers, attempting to deduce, yet she found nothing.

"It seems my cultivation still falls short."

"With my level, estimating treasures in a small area is fine, but it’s tough to see through a cultivator with such formidable strength."

Ling Ningzhi no longer dwelled on it, just silently kept it in mind.

...

After entering the second realm, the number of people sharply decreased.

Originally, around five hundred cultivators entered the Secret Realm, now only about a hundred remained.

The requirements of the second realm were simple, no matter the method, as long as one could pass through the mystic fog and reach the other side, they could pass the trial.

The shorter the time taken, the richer the reward.

Dong—

The sound of a bell resonated.

The wall of air obstructing everyone disappeared, yet no one dared act recklessly for the moment.

"A heart lantern lights the quiet path, the Spirit Platform clears and brightens the eyes."

"This level was likely testing one’s character, stepping into the mystic fog might confront various illusory visions, only those with firm determination could reach the other side." a young monk pondered aloud.

Chen Mo had a slight impression of this person.

During the first realm, he suggested using all the time to pick spiritual materials, which guaranteed no loss.

This led to the elimination of a large number of cultivators, yet he himself refined a Premium Spiritual Elixir, successfully passing the trial.

"Ascending the immortal path requires courage and progress, being fearful and hesitant won’t accomplish great things."

"Everyone can continue observing, I will go ahead first."

A robust man with a full beard boldly stepped into the mystic fog, standing on the bluestone tile.

Underfoot, the bluestone path extended forward, flanked by deep, tranquil pools, waiting a moment, nothing unusual occurred.

The man smiled slightly.

Considering the circumstances of the first realm, the master of this Secret Realm had no intent to kill; even if the trial failed, one would be safely sent out, truly nothing to be afraid of.

Step—

As he took the second step, two red lanterns suddenly lit up in the fog to his left.

Next, a snake head as large as a hill emerged from the fog, staring intently at the man with crimson eyes, drool trickling down its mouth.

"Hmm, it’s merely an illusory vision!"

"As long as my heart remains firm as iron, why fear ghosts and demons?"

Facing the bloodthirsty wide-open maw coming for him, the man neither dodged nor evaded, standing tall with hands behind his back, his silhouette upright as a pine.

Moments later, the giant snake directly bit his body in half at the waist, swallowing half into its belly whole, internal organs scattering across the ground, the splattered blood tinging the white mist scarlet.

The blood-colored vertical pupils swept over everyone, then slowly retreated into the mist, leaving only a broken corpse on the ground.

"..."

The scene went silent.

The young monk was stunned for a moment and murmured, "Amitabha, you should have dodged..."

Seeing this, the crowd’s expressions grew serious.

It seemed in this white mist, illusory visions and demons coexisted, making them hard to distinguish, a slight carelessness could lead to becoming a demon’s meal!

The previous was just an appetizer, this second realm was the real danger!

"Whether a demon or an illusory vision, just slay them all!"

While everyone hesitated, a calm voice rang out, Zi Lianji strode forward.

His aura surged like a river, the black long robe fluttered despite the lack of wind, dazzling Gang Qi soared to the sky, forcefully dispersing the white mist!

"Zhixia, let’s go."

"Okay."

Ling Ningzhi and Shen Zhixia lit up their Protective Divine Light, stepping into the fog swamp in succession.

Seeing this, the others no longer hesitated and followed suit.

Opportunity often coexists with danger, having come here, there was certainly no reason to retreat.

...

As soon as Ling Ningzhi stepped into the white mist, she could feel a powerful suppressive force, as if trapped in a swamp, unable to soar skyward, could only move slowly forward along the bluestone beneath her feet.

Within the dense fog, she could faintly hear deep roars, lurking countless demons.

Walking tens of meters, the mist grew denser, almost obscuring the path beneath her feet, she called out a reminder:

"Zhixia, stay close, be careful not to fall into the pond..."

"Zhixia?"

After a while, there was no response.

Ling Ningzhi turned her head, stunned.

She found no one beside her, Shen Zhixia had gone missing, the nearly hundred cultivators who initially marched together had all vanished.

The surroundings were deathly silent, as if she could hear her own heartbeat.

*Unnoticed, I stepped into an illusory world...*

Ling Ningzhi slightly furrowed her brows.

She continued walking forward, advancing several dozen steps, stopping again.

Underfoot, the bluestone path branched into two forks, each pointing in different directions.