Chapter 1195: Chapter 649: Why Kill Her? (Extra 3-in-1)
Heart’s Desire Pool...
Since earlier, Chen Yi had been thinking about the Heart’s Desire Pool he saw at Yulong Snow Mountain, such a strange and peculiar space could not be without roots or sources.
Everything has a thread, pulling one thread leads to another, one link connects with the next. Although Chen Yi had not delved deeply into the Ming’an Divine Sect, he understood from their conduct that they were not the capricious demons as rumored in Jianghu. On the contrary, they were far more devout than people imagined, more enlightened in scriptures than ordinary monks, yet precisely because of this, they acted without scruples, disregarding laws, killing wantonly, and using any means to achieve their goals, thus becoming loathed and feared by Jianghu people.
Looking at the scene before him, Chen Yi found it difficult to ascertain anything, even with the Heavenly Eye, it appeared no different than with the naked eye, but he felt it was definitely more than an Illusion Realm.
Qin Qingluo gazed at the empty corner where the masked man disappeared, then suddenly stared at Chen Yi, saying, "How did you know?"
She scrutinized with furrowed eyebrows, her tone calm, yet Chen Yi detected a hint of vigilance within it.
Suddenly trapped in such a bizarre place, catching clues on his own — if Chen Yi were Qin Qingluo, he would also be wary. Chen Yi understood her caution, spread his hands, and with a bitter smile said, "Just a guess. Do you remember when I once mentioned the Heart’s Desire Pool to you?"
Qin Qingluo nodded slightly.
"The Heart’s Desire Pool must have some effect, otherwise these heretics wouldn’t be so eager about it. Following this thought, I wondered if this place was born from it, if it too could... make wishes come true?"
At the end of speaking, Chen Yi thought for a moment, then shook his head and said:
"Whether it truly can make wishes come true is hard to say, but at the very least, words become law here. Like just now, when I believed the other was fake, it became real. By this logic, this place looks like Dragon Tail City because in our minds, the last thing we saw was Dragon Tail City..."
Even though his words were astonishing, the previous scene was witnessed by all, Qin Qingluo knew this was no fantasy. She lowered her gaze, falling into thought, then lifted her eyes to glance at Chen Yi. He was rather smug, every word carried a certain elegance.
When the Princess glanced at him, he nonchalantly brushed dust off his shoulder, a slight smile on his face, as if asking why she looked at him like that — could it be her first day seeing him?
Just looking at him was irritating.
Qin Qingluo said, "I didn’t think your mind was so sharp."
Chen Yi responded calmly, "I do have some wits."
"You’re making sense," the Princess smiled, "then what if I believe you’re a woman?"
Chen Yi suddenly lifted his gaze, instinctively tensing up, trying to remain composed with a slight turn, using Sword Intent to tap the Hou Kang Sword.
The Hou Kang Sword was still there...
Turning his eyes, he faced the Princess’s sneer, mocking his demeanor, laughing at his courage, yet Chen Yi was unbothered. As long as he wasn’t prodded like a Little Fox, he could always maintain thick skin.
"It seems the Princess doesn’t truly believe I’m a woman."
"I once said, I despise men like you," Qin Qingluo paused, slowly said, "Thinking about it, hate is also a form of recognition."
Chen Yi nodded slightly, looking around, his brows furrowed. This hypothesis was reasonable, yet it made his heart heavier, as it meant not only the enemy could make words become law, but even allies, even himself... all could be subject to different perceptions.
This place’s danger was far beyond his previous imagination.
"This place is not suitable for staying long," Qin Qingluo shifted her gaze to the corner where Elder Wumeng still immersed in prayer, "what’s the matter with that old thing?"
Wumeng was entirely unaware of their conversation and the disappearance of the masked man.
His withered body leaned slightly forward, hands still clasped, chanting incessantly,
"The Dark Demon Bone builds this prison, the wind of greed and rain of folly erode my soul, yet spiritual light never fades, hidden in the seed of Sumedha... Now with a pure tongue, chant the Breaking Barrier Mantra: ’Yestada! Yestada!’
Since entering the Prince Mansion, for some reason, Wumeng suddenly went mad. Although they were used to his manner for a long time, Chen Yi had capitalized on his insanity — his belief he was the Ming Venerable — to set up a scheme to drive tigers to swallow wolves. As Wumeng’s voice repeated endlessly, Chen Yi slightly lowered his gaze, staring directly at him.
Qin Qingluo sensed something amiss, and with a flick of her wrist, a thin yet sharp gun beam shot out from the Purple Electric Gun.
The gun beam instantly pierced through Wumeng’s throat, bursting into a spray of blood. Yet he didn’t die, nor was even slightly obstructed, continuing his chant,
"Pray to the Twelve Layers of Light Envoy, summon the pure wind, navigate the bright ship! Wield the Wisdom Sword, cut the Dark Chain! Open the Mercy Gate, guide the return home!"
"Falarza! Falarza!"
His clasped gesture carried an ancient rhythm, lips moving faster and faster, those arcane syllables silently reverberating in the space.
Elder Wumeng’s chanting abruptly reached a higher pitch, and his clasped hands lifted abruptly upward, as if pleading to someone.
Buzz—
Centered around Elder Wumeng, the obscure syllables he chanted transformed into visible transparent ripples, expanding like ripples on a calm water surface stirred by a giant stone.
Suddenly, not far from Elder Wumeng, the void fractured like a fragile glass mirror, revealing a thin, winding crack.
