At the palace banquet.
Xue Xingchi asks to marry Lingchan.
The whole hall was silent.
The emperor had a majestic look on his face, and he lightly scanned the people below.
Xue Xingchi had an expectant look on his face, and Lingchan, who was standing beside him, lowered her eyes and looked calm.
He paused for a moment, clasped his hands and laughed loudly: "Your Majesty, the young hero of the Seventh Prince, why don't I allow it?"
"You and my son are..." destined!
"They can't be engaged."
A male voice sounded faintly.
Fuyaoguang's face was pale, as if he had been injured. He held onto the pillar and looked at Xue Xingchi with clear eyes, "Your Majesty, Seventh Prince, it's time for you to wake up."
[Fuyaoguang actually came to this copy? ] The system clicked its tongue, [As expected of the incarnation of the God King, he found the owner of this dream in no time. 】
Xue Xingchi frowned. Before he could speak, Wushan's disciple pulled off the Fuyao Light and was very dissatisfied. "Did you get confused by a monster?"
"Take him down quickly!"
Fuyaoguang dodged the servant who rushed to catch him and shouted: "Xue Xingchi, wake up!"
The sonorous and powerful sound, like the interlacing of gold and jade, echoed in the hall, faintly stirring up waves.
The sound and color fluctuated, the illusion fluctuated, the characters and scenes were like ripples in the water, Xue Xingchi's eyebrows were slightly twisted, and he felt briefly in a trance.
The next second, Emperor Yan's voice sounded loudly and powerfully in the crowd.
"The Seventh Prince and my son are a perfect match, so why should you, a commoner, say anything about it?"
Xue Xingchi's eyes fell on Lingchan. Among the chaotic lines and disordered black and white, she was the only color.
She is real.
Ling Chan is real.
They were together and their engagement was recognized.
Xue Xingchi made a secret, and his spiritual power turned into a beam of light, binding Fuyao Light.
"Take it down." He ordered the Wushan disciples.
The illusion has completely stabilized.
A Wushan man looked at Fuyao Light with some dissatisfaction, and deliberately amplified his voice, "If His Highness hadn't saved you with kindness, you would have died long ago! There is an opportunity to hinder His Highness's marriage! It's really ungrateful."
Fuyaoguang was pushed roughly by him, but his expression was calm, still as indifferent as the ice and snow on the top of the mountain, indifferent to the vicissitudes of the world.
At this time, Lingchan said, "I don't think he is lying."
"Maybe it's because the demon poison has not been eliminated from the body that you're going crazy now, right?" Another Wushan disciple immediately answered.
"Why do you say we can't get engaged?" Lingchan looked directly at Fuyaoguang and asked.
Fuyaoguang looked up at her, a little surprised, "You too..."
Lingchan smiled at him.
"Chanchan." Xue Xingchi didn't like the way Lingchan looked at Fuyaoguang, as if there was a tacit understanding between them, and he was treated as an irrelevant person.
Xue Xingchi stretched out his hand to hold Lingchan, his thin lips pursed tightly, "You don't believe me, do you want to believe this mortal's words?"
Before Lingchan could say anything, Fuyaoguang said: "You are addicted to false illusions, and you are dragging Miss Wen to sink with you. There is no need for her to be implicated by you."
The muscles on Xue Xingchi's face were distorted for a moment, and there was a fierce ferocity in his eyebrows, like an angry monster. He said coldly: "A mere mortal dares to offend me?"
He didn't want to listen to Fuyaoguang's speech anymore, raised his hand, and another spell sealed Fuyaoguang's mouth.
Lingchan looked at him carefully.
This illusion has lasted for a long time.
After Xue Xingchi sank into the illusion, the first scene was that his subjects were waiting at the city gate for him to return from slaying demons, cheering and congratulating him.
He is the proud son of heaven, he is the heart of all people, he is the leader of Wushan, and he is high-spirited.
Apart from Lingchan, this is also what he wants.
He looked down upon mortals.
He hates Fuyaoguang, or in other words, he hates people with talents like Fuyaoguang, who make him feel inferior.
What Xue Xingchi despises the most is that in reality, he has no bones and cannot cultivate.
Every time he said "just a mortal", he was criticizing and belittling himself in reality.
Lingchan frowned and looked at Xue Xingchi, seemingly unhappy, "Why do you use your identity to pressure people?"
"Why should you care about this unreasonable person? Today is a good day for you and Xingchi!" Emperor Yan on the high platform tried to dissuade him, "You young people, don't quarrel over trivial things! Go, go, go out and play?" "
Emperor Yan opened his mouth to smooth things over.
Even though it was an illusion, Lingchan still didn't want to erase the words of Emperor Yan, who had always been very fond of her. The storm was resolved like this.
The engagement between Xue Xingchi and Lingchan is finalized and cannot be changed.
…
After sending away the sticky Xue Xingchi, the sky had darkened, the sun was slowly setting, and the sky was covered with large and continuous red clouds, which ambiguously turned the white clouds red.
Lingchan found the place where Fuyaoguang was imprisoned.
His setting in this illusion was that of a mortal, whose martial prowess was not worth mentioning in front of the Immortal Sect disciples. He said annoying words again at noon, was tied with a hemp rope, and was thrown into a remote and lonely house.
No one was even guarding outside.
Lingchan untied the rope and magic spell for him, and said quietly: "Does the City Lord have a way to break the situation?"
The two of them had already determined through each other's performance in the main hall that they were the only two sober people in the illusion.
No need for unnecessary pleasantries, Lingchan told her own experience. She had clearly made an agreement with Xue Xingchi before, and Xue Xingchi was always sober while reincarnating in the illusion.
But as soon as the scene changed, he suddenly fell into illusion.
"My cultivation has been suppressed, and I am no different from ordinary people."
Fuyao Guang said: "This illusion is already very strong. Xue Xingchi's firm mind has provided him with strong power. Xue Xingchi briefly wavered at noon but failed to wake up. It will only be harder to wake him up next time."
"We have to be quick and hit the target."
Lingchan nodded and began to analyze, "Xue Xingchi likes me very much and wants to get married to me. Let's stage a half-hearted plot to stimulate him to wake up."
"He values the cultivation of root bones and looks down on mortals, so we will transplant his root bones to you, a person he looks down upon."
[We shouldn’t be in an illusion with Xue Xingchi. 】The system's mood is quite complicated: 【Before you didn't come, Xue Xingchi kept looping and never had any feelings for the fictional Lingchan...】
On the contrary, as soon as Lingchan came, he immediately plunged into this illusion as if he was dizzy and couldn't pull himself back.
Ling Chan is real.
This instead became the reason for Xue Xingchi's downfall.
Fuyaoguang didn't say yes or no. He pinched his fingertips and blood beads tremblingly emerged from his skin.
A strange fragrance spread out faintly, full of unspeakable attraction, making Chan's eyes uncontrollably stick to Fuyaoguang's hand.
She remembered what the system had introduced to her, that Fuyaoguang had used flesh and blood to treat the injuries of the original owner Wen Lingchan.
Flesh and bones of the living dead.
Judging from the attraction of fragrance and magic, Fuyaoguang is like a walking Tang Monk.
Fuyaoguang waved to Lingchan, "My strength is suppressed and cannot be used. You are also a cultivator in the illusion. You can borrow my flesh and blood to improve your strength and then break through the illusion."
His indifferent eyes were like two pieces of glass balls, ruthless, and all the emotions settled in his eyes.
"Your method is good, but it's too troublesome." Fuyaoguang said: "As long as you have enough strength to defeat it, you don't have to use those roundabout ways to please."
(End of chapter)
