Stepping on the Demoness to become the strongest-Chapter 723 - 13: Magic Cloak Fist

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Assigning the Challenge Gate to Chen Lingyun and Tang Xiaolian was like that bad student who hands off all the school assignments to the top-performing ones and starts chatting idly on the side.

"...so the ’rat’ people talk about among the cultivators is just a murderous robber!" Tang Xiaolian exclaimed in shock.

"Robberies are pretty normal though," Yan Yu mentioned offhandedly.

"No no no no, robberies are totally abnormal!" Tang Xiaolian retorted, "Stories like a motorcycle rider dragging a pedestrian over a hundred meters when snatching a purse belong to an era of poor public security long gone!"

"That’s why epochs are just a grand cycle," Yan Yu said. "Public security didn’t just improve on its own, it’s because every street and alley around you has been fitted with cameras. Are there any cameras in the Mysterious Realm? Here, if you commit crimes for wealth and kill, nobody knows, so of course, villains can act atrociously without any fear."

"What should we do then?" Tang Xiaolian asked worriedly. "If these civilian cultivators become powerful, does it mean that even if crimes are caught on camera, it won’t matter?"

Really, you’re quite insightful… Yan Yu said profoundly:

"The powerful can do as they please, which is why we need to become stronger, or else someday we’ll just be meat on the chopping block, ready to be slaughtered."

Tang Xiaolian said nothing, thinking to herself that with the Hundred Poison Golden Silkworm Gu in her possession, she hopefully wouldn’t end up in such a situation… right?

Sigh! Scary!

On Chen Lingyun’s end, things went as smoothly as slicing through bamboo, easily overcoming the Challenge Gates, leaving the trio before the sixteenth gate—the Killing Life Gate, bracing themselves for the most challenging trial.

"Getting through this gate, the key isn’t ’not getting killed’, but rather to ensure you don’t drown in the thrill of killing while you defend yourself," Chen Lingyun said with a smile. "Of course, that shouldn’t be any problem for you, right?"

"It’s a must," Yan Yu replied confidently. "Knowing it’s all an illusion and still falling for it? That’d be too stupid."

Tang Xiaolian didn’t want to say anything and just puffed up her cheeks, resembling an angry little toad.

"Hold on." Yan Yu raised his palm to his ear, pretending to say, "Did I just hear someone secretly sending me a message that she’s been stuck at this level many times, and now she has a psychological shadow?"

"It wasn’t me!" Tang Xiaolian immediately clarified.

"Oh, it’s okay," Chen Lingyun chimed in mischievously, "Why secretly send messages as if I wouldn’t know?"

"I really didn’t send any messages!" Tang Xiaolian yelled, frustrated.

However, there was no evidence for message sending; who could prove she hadn’t said that? Besides, one look at who were by her side, Yan Yu and Chen Lingyun, said it all.

"Well, let’s just assume you didn’t say anything," Yan Yu said. "Now we need to deal with your frequent difficulty at this stage."

"I really didn’t say anything. What do you mean ’let’s just assume’?" Tang Xiaolian protested. "And about being stuck... just because it often happened before doesn’t mean it will this time!"

"Her problem is, she’s easily influenced by the Hundred Poison Golden Silkworm Gu, getting carried away in the killing," Chen Lingyun said with a smile.

"Is it common for cultivators to have their emotions affected by their own parasite?" Yan Yu inquired.

"Not really," Chen Lingyun responded cheerily. "It might just be that the ferocity of the Hundred Poison Golden Silkworm Gu is particularly strong..."

"Fine fine fine, is it because my willpower is weak then?" Tang Xiaolian couldn’t bear it any longer. "Next challenge, I won’t make a move. You two handle it!"

"There’s no need for that," Yan Yu advised. "This is where you’re mentally weak. To stay calm in a slaughter is an essential quality for top cultivators. If you can’t do it, even if we help you pass this time, what about when you face a Heart Demon or an enemy adept in illusion techniques next time?"

"So what should I do?" Tang Xiaolian threw the question back at him.

"Like this," Yan Yu pondered for a moment before saying, "I won’t make a move; you two try to pass. If anyone can’t restrain their urge to kill, then I’ll step in."

"Let’s do that then," Chen Lingyun agreed with a smile, her eyes suddenly showing a mix of pity and amusement as she looked at Tang Xiaolian.

Tang Xiaolian didn’t understand the meaning behind her look, but since Yan Yu saw it that way, she had no objections and followed them into the next challenge.

As the world spun around them, they had entered the Illusion Realm and found themselves in the modern urban jungle of steel.

Tang Xiaolian and Chen Lingyun both tensed up, as their previous attempts at this challenge had always been on ancient battlefields, never a modern alley-battle scenario.

Yan Yu, however, was all too familiar with this setting, immediately dashing into a distant bridge arch, and sent a message:

"You’re up."

No sooner had he spoken than several streaks of sword light shot out from around a building corner across the street!

The first two streaks of sword light intensified, charging straight at Chen Lingyun and Tang Xiaolian.

The two sword lights following them revealed cultivators. The one on the left wielded a precious fan, from which a massive Disaster Wind spontaneously arose, howling with tens of thousands of mighty currents that severed countless lamp posts, disintegrated cars, and shattered storefront windows, the facades of buildings were ripped open, revealing the concrete walls, densely covered with wounds and even exposing the steel rebars inside.

The person on the right threw out a sack, opened at the bottom as it flew upwards, pouring out countless deep blue gems; as soon as they burst open, an overwhelming cold spread, freezing rivers into ice, killing trees and turning them into dust, cracking bridge surfaces, and damaging roads—it was a veritable Cold Ice Hell where not a blade of grass grew. ƒreewebɳovel.com