Corpse Recovery Diver-Chapter 1122 - 203:

And this, is precisely the setup within Xu Zhenrong's classroom.

With these, Xu Zhenrong can effortlessly create high-quality Masked Men without worrying about raw materials.

Only when teachers return to their own classrooms can they unleash their true... no, vastly amplified potential.

Zhen Sha'an: "Summon the wind, gather the Array, capture, trap, bind, suppress!"

The size of the stone pillars constantly changed, reflecting a special luster, quickly forming an Array based on real-world construction.

A massive pressure descended, and Yu Miaomiao let out a cat's call, attempting to escape immediately.

She succeeded, relying on her terrifying speed and astonishing reflexes, jumping out of the first Array.

But Zhen Sha'an simply opened his palm, the second Array, third Array, fourth Array…

With layer upon layer of Arrays, even if Yu Miaomiao could continuously leap over them, it became increasingly difficult, and the Arrays she had previously jumped over surprisingly resonated with the newly arranged ones.

Finally, with an unwilling, shrill cat's scream, Yu Miaomiao was on all fours, resisting vigorously but her limbs gradually bent, her chest coming ever closer to the ground.

She couldn't understand why the prey she once toyed with and ridiculed had suddenly become so fierce and powerful, reversing their positions.

"Meow! Meow! Meow!"

Along with the incomprehension, she was also unyielding—a time when her beastly nature had long overshadowed her humanity.

On the other side, Xu Zhenrong crossed her ten fingers, giving an upward push.

"Snap! Snap! Snap!"

Three white cocoons descended, respectively formed by ten, thirty, and sixty black shadows.

Xu Zhenrong clapped her palms together three times.

The white cocoons stood up, broke, and completed in one go.

Inside appeared three puppets, their masks resembling Tan Wenbin, Lin Shuyou, and Run Sheng.

Zhao Yi shouted, enraged, "Do you look down on people or what, why didn't you make one out of me?"

Lin Shuyou: "Hehe, she made me again."

Zhao Yi: "Is it because your control over high-quality, high-intensity puppets also has its limits?"

Lin Shuyou: He got cocky too soon.

Not using Yin Meng made sense, as she couldn't deduce Yin Meng's poison, so it's better not to try.

But Zhao Yi thought, it's not narcissistic—he certainly had the necessity to be made.

When the Gate of Life and Death closed, he was capable and, unlike those called Li, who only killed Xu Yijin, many people directly or indirectly died at his hands during the escape with broken jade, sufficient for comprehensive documentation.

Her not using him could only be due to some limitations—likely, the quality of a hundred black shadows in one round had reached her limit for operation and deduction.

Even so, the puppet's scale and intensity were already astonishing.

Take Lin Shuyou, who took the field exam, for example—the fake Lin Shuyou made from thirty black shadows had better physical qualities than the real Lin Shuyou and could sustain the Evil-breaking Talisman Needle effect for a long time.

The Tan Wenbin made from ten black shadows was respectful enough, considering Tan Wenbin also practiced martial arts but wasn't truly an expert, so this puppet probably would also use Ghost Control Skill.

As for the Run Sheng made from sixty black shadows… this puppet was likely the most terrifying of the three.

If he had Run Sheng's full-capacity air valve ability, it was already incredibly formidable; if he could sustain a full-capacity air valve… could it be everyone could just prepare to be crushed?

Zhen Sha'an and Xu Zhenrong exchanged a glance despite the distance, then looked toward the tower's top together.

Li Zhiyuan had long made it to the top of the tower, but the boy was careful not to reveal his presence, so those below had no idea about his current location, including the present moment, where both Xu Zhenrong and Zhen Sha'an still couldn't see anyone on the top floor.

They concluded, therefore, that though the boy had entered the tower early, he probably couldn't withstand the tower's repelling force; he was either slowly climbing or had painfully perished inside.

It wasn't them being overly optimistic or naive, but from their perspective, only such a direction of possibility was there to surmise, as they couldn't understand how Li Zhiyuan could remain unmoved upon reaching the top floor facing that great bell.

For this sudden advantageous turn of events, they could only think the weakening constant rules within this ever-changing environment played a role, and another factor might be the ancestral blessing, aiding them amidst this crucial time of gaining fortune for the family.

Stranded by their stance and perspective from years of lurking and sacrifice, previously met with great hindrance and gambling everything, they could only turn each change for the better, genuinely too spent and impossible to suspect further, even knowingly facing pitfalls, pretending ignorance was the only way to leap in.

Zhao Yi's life and death seam rapidly twitched between his brows: when things are unusual, there's always trickery; these two surely were no mere beneficiaries of luck, probably already becoming someone's pawns.

And that person Li, once able to pry even the book from the hands of the eleventh-floor scholar—Zhao Yi wouldn't believe he was still pitifully trying to climb the tower.

Li, you must have perceived something long ago, waiting deliberately for others to move so you could dismantle their tricks, right?

Hmm, it must be so.

Zhao Yi was trying hard to self-encourage, essentially like those two—at this point, could only think positively.

Zhao Yi took a deep breath, slowly exhaling, speaking in a low voice:

"Be prepared, a fierce battle is about to begin."

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Top Floor.

Faceless Man: "No wonder those three could linger and establish a teaching Daoist field here. It turns out there was an unseen hand behind all this.

I'm just responsible for the normal operation and maintenance of the tower here, while another side of me should have been planning this for a long time."

Li Zhiyuan: "There's no absolute, intricately flawless plot in this world; just look, didn't Yu Cangsheng end up dead?"

It seems even the one behind wasn't expecting Yu Miaomiao's counter against Yu Cangsheng.

Indeed, the wisdom of countless plans couldn't surpass the momentary ingenuity of a fool.

Faceless Man: "What's his purpose in such roundabout, indirect means then? I mean, using this borrowed blade tactic."

Li Zhiyuan: "Because while he wants to gain benefits, he doesn't want to bear the consequences, such as possibly triggering a catastrophe."

Faceless Man: "Your people and that cat demon can't stop them now—you don't plan to do something?"

Li Zhiyuan turned away, walking down the stairs. The eleventh floor was still violently shaking; its furniture, layout, walls, and floors were all covered with cracks.

The boy unsteadily made his way to the sitting platform; the Faceless Man floated over.

The scholar remained in a reclining position, grasping nothing, yet his face bore resentment and fury—as if it had formed a palm-sized dark cloud overhead.

Li Zhiyuan wasn't here to apologize or say nice things.

By this point, apologies, and bowing were long meaningless.

The boy took out that wordless book again, flipping through its pages "rustling."

Incited thus, the dark cloud over the scholar's head was gaining depth.

Li Zhiyuan began, "Help me with a small task, and I'll explain this book you can't comprehend for you."

In fact, Li Zhiyuan briefly perused this book while bored in the basement floor previously; he hadn't fully grasped its contents either.

Yet the boy was confident that once he left here and had sufficient leisure time, he could certainly decipher it.

He would honor his promise, interpreting the book's mysteries to this scholar—whether now, or later copying his notes onto paper mixed with spirit money to burn for him would be the same.

The cloud over the scholar's head didn't disperse but ceased darkening.

Li Zhiyuan pushed the wordless book into the scholar's hands, calmly saying:

"If it's not okay, no problem. You studied hard in life, researching after death yet unearthed nothing—at worst, when you ascend to immortality, you can keep grinding it out eternally within the Heavenly Court."

Finishing, Li Zhiyuan turned to leave.

"Thud!"

The sound of a book hitting the floor came from behind.

The tremors ceased entirely on the eleventh floor.

Li Zhiyuan looked back, seeing the dismal cloud over the scholar's forehead had dissipated, giving way to clear skies.

The Faceless Man suddenly found the scene familiar, echoing what had just happened atop the tower.

At that moment, he saw the boy's hand suddenly extended toward him.

The Faceless Man inquired puzzledly, "What's the meaning of this?"

Li Zhiyuan replied:

"Lend me the remaining piece of your ancestor's facial skin."

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