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Chapter 51: Chapter 42: The Conspiracy of Hehuan Sect (Part 2) Request for Continued Reading_l

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Lin Yi cautiously stepped in, inhaling the same scent as he did last time when he watched Fairy Song perform, which only increased his alertness.

After looking over the room’s decorations, he sat by the window. Before he entered the room, he had already equipped the title [Color is Void].

On the table at the front, an artifact, not an Image Recording Stone, seemed to be playing the images. This made him realize that an Image Recording Stone had a limited number of uses, but this Image Recording Artifact, as long as it was powered by Spiritual Power, could play continuously.

However, it was incredibly difficult to refine an Image Recording Stone, let alone an Image Recording Artifact. Making such a costly device just to sell images seemed like a waste.

The image of Fairy Song was several times clearer than what he saw in the back row at Xianhuan Pavilion. The guqin’s sound seemed to lure people into a dream.

The Image Recording Artifact provided a powerful image effect, almost as if a real person was performing right in front of him. However, although he felt that the image had a certain tempting effect, the Title Effect was not activated.

The introduction to the [Color is Void] title stated that it would be activated in the face of sensual temptation. Simply watching an image wouldn’t work.

What puzzled him the most was that the image of Fairy Song was incredibly clear. If the image had been secretly captured, it wouldn’t have been this clear.

“Fairy Song, if I could kiss your fragrance, I would have no regrets in death.” At this moment, the cultivator who had entered with him fell into a dream-like state, his face full of infatuation.

A picture suddenly popped into Lin Yi’s mind, recalling his stroll past the entrance of Xianhuan Pavilion, where he involuntary thought of the dream-like scene with Fairy Song.

Then he remembered Old Huang’s words – the two Spirit Farmers who often patronized Xianhuan Pavilion with Old Huang seemed to have gone on a long journey.

When he connected the dots between the Image Recording Artifact, the clear image, and the Renal Deficiency Monk’s drained appearance, he shuddered. This was a grand scheme.

Thinking this, Lin Yi stood up without hesitation, clutching several talisman templates in his hand. He also opened the label and took off a title, ready to equip [Burst Out] at any time.

“Brother, while this image is wonderful, I am not an admirer of Fairy Song. I won’t continue watching, please excuse me.” He spoke calmly, leaning against the window.

The Renal Deficiency Monk’s face showed a hint of surprise, but he nodded, “Sounds good, junior brother, please follow me downstairs.”

With his guidance, Lin Yi safely descended to the second floor of the tavern, then bowed and quickly left.

After leaving the tavern, a pop-up window appeared before his eyes. Both Lowly Toady and Color is Void had gained 10 points of experience.

Indeed, leaving was the right choice. Lin Yi didn’t linger a moment longer, leaving Qing Yun City immediately. Only when he reached his front door did he let out a sigh of relief.

Beauty indeed can harm people. The only reason he could resist Fairy Song’s temptation was likely due to the resistance bonus that [Color is Void] provided him against her allure.

He deduced that Fairy Song was most likely deployed by He Huan Sect to entice the public with her pure and ethereal charm, matching the image of an ideal fairy in a cultivator’s dream.

Gradual seduction would cause people to fall into an irresistible temptation, unable to extricate themselves. The Image Recording Artifact and that strange scent must all be part of this scheme.

As for Old Huang’s two friends, they were likely not on a far journey for business, but were spirited away to be drained by the He Huan Sect.

It reminded him of the high-paying job scams in Southeast Asia on Earth where handsome men were lured under the guise of big paychecks, only to end up being electrocuted and beaten.

Similarly, these cultivators, who thought they could enjoy intimate moments with beauties like Fairy Song, were only targeted by these female cultivators for their vitality, or rather for their cultivation levels.

Lin Yi highly suspected that the Renal Deficiency Monk, who had dark circles under his eyes, was not actually at the Qi Refining Three Layers level, but was drained.

He couldn’t help cursing under his breath, “This Cultivation World is full of hidden dangers. Isn’t the Liu Yun Sect going to do anything about the He Huan Sect encroaching onto their turf?”

At that moment, Zhi Ling, who was sitting next to him, heard the cursing and couldn’t help but bound over, nudging his hand with her head as if to soothe his mood.

“Little fellow, I’m fine.” Lin Yi chuckled as he ruffled Zhi Ling’s head.

No doubt about it, there was no returning to Xian Huan Pavilion. Characters like Old Huang, these old lechers, thought that the female cultivators from Huan Sect were coming over to deliver some warmth, but they didn’t realize these people weren’t interested in the minor cultivation levels found in Xian Huan Pavilion, but in their overall cultivation levels.

Turns out, [“Color is Void”] wasn’t lying to me.

Lin Yi tossed these thoughts aside, opening his panel to look at the three spells he had learned today. With just a thought, a transparent protective shell appeared around his body.

Though he still couldn’t achieve instantaneous casting, compared to using an amulet, it was indeed much more convenient.

He also used Wind Law. Unlike Gale Step in martial arts that allows rapid movement by sheer force alone, after using this Feather Weight Magic, his entire body seemed somewhat lighter.

If leveled up to a higher level, he might really be able to control the wind and fly. Even if Gale Step’s leveled up to the highest level, it probably couldn’t achieve the feat of jumping off a cliff without injury, yet Feather Weight Magic could easily do so.

No wonder no cultivator chooses martial arts, the gap with spells is just simply too wide.

Since he received the spells, Lin Yi didn’t let himself idle. He continued to practice in his room, leveling up the three spells to Great Achievement Level in a short amount of time.

The punishment for Zhang Yuan Cheng would probably be announced in the next two days. By then, he will be able to cultivate in Qing Yun City without worries. With the enlightenment effect of [“Color is Void”], he could easily break through any spell bottleneck.

By the end of the night, Lin Yi had advanced to the maximum level of the Mysterious Light Armor. Just need to find a chance to break through the bottleneck. As for Wind Law, due to lack of space in the house, he planned to practice in a secluded area of the Outer Sect during the day.

Now that he had the ability to create talismans and a bumper crop of Spirit Rice, unlike before when he had to save every bit of spiritual power to use for farming, he could replenish spiritual power by eating Spirit Rice while practicing the Mysterious Light Armor. Both his cultivation technique and spells could be practiced simultaneously.

The next day, after breakfast, Lin Yi heard Lv Qing Ming’s cursing from next door, his two big dogs had stolen the Spirit Rice again. Lin Yi couldn’t help but laugh. He walked out to the Spiritual Field Planting District, seeing the tender green sprouts of his planted Spirit Rice, his mood soon became pleasant.

During the seeding of the Spirit Rice a few days ago, he gained a wave of experience points. He estimated that he wouldn’t need to wait until the harvest this year for the [“Little Farmer”] title to increase to the third level. Maybe this Spirit Rice crop could also take advantage of the additional effect once more.

“Little Lin, your sprouts are noticeably stronger than mine. Your harvest will probably be even more abundant this year,” Old Huang said sentimentally as he admired the green sprouts in Lin Yi’s field.

“It seems like heaven is watching me, they just gave me a talent for farming since I lack any talent for cultivation,” Lin Yi speculated casually. He then asked Old Huang,” By the way, Old Huang, how old were those two Spirit Farmer friends of yours who went far away?

“Forty to fifty years old, why are you asking?” Old Huang queried, somewhat puzzled.

“Nothing, just asking.” Lin Yi replied nonchalantly. Old Huang wasn’t used to drain because he was older, and in addition particularly scruffy; after all, even female cultivators from Huan Sect have aesthetic standards, they can’t eat just anything.

Old Huang let out a sigh and said, “Ah, I used to have friends who suddenly decided to travel after a visit to Xian Huan Pavilion, but they never returned.”

“They are probably killed, cultivation is hard. For just a tiny bit of opportunity, they are likely to pay with their lives. However, if they don’t fight for it, they can only rot here,” he concluded.

“Yes, cultivating is harder than ascending to heaven. The outside is too dangerous, I better just stick to farming,” Lin Yi agreed wholeheartedly.

If he hadn’t awakened the Title System, he would probably still be struggling around the poverty line. His greatest achievement in this life would only be perfecting Qi refinement.

From Old Huang’s words, you could tell that the Huan Sect was probably up to something. Perhaps the number of people affected each time was small, and furthermore extremely secretive, hence it went unnoticed among the tens of thousands of Outer Sect disciples of the Liu Yun Sect.

Old Huang couldn’t help but laugh and scold: “You really are cautious, even more so than me, an old man. But you do have farming talents, as long as

Sinong Palace doesn’t change, there’s a chance for you to receive resources in

the future..

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