Sensing someone lying down, a wave of red light appeared on the stone bed and swept across the mirror to reflect his whole body.
It can be seen from the light curtain that this process is to detect the general cultivation level of the person on the bed in order to carry out the next step.
The red light swept back and forth, going back and forth several times before going out. There was a slight noise inside the stone bed, and after a few breaths, groups of crimson objects emerged from the large and small holes.
These objects are somewhere between solid and liquid, like glue and mud, soft, flexible and malleable. They seemed to be some kind of creatures, crawling upwards along the stone wall, gathering in one place, and turning into a large puddle.
This pool of crimson clay slowly climbed up Jing Yingrong's body, and got under the fire fabric from the cuffs.
Immediately afterwards,&nbp;&nbp;there was a loud and strange sound similar to "嬻欻",&nbp;&nbp;like sharpening a knife,&nbp;&nbp;or like an iron brush brushing repeatedly on hard gold and stone, the sound was not loud. But it made people's scalp numb.
Shu Pinghui listened to the voice and saw Jing Yingrong's calm expression, so she curiously asked, "What does it feel like? Does it hurt?"
Jing Yingrong shook his head, and touched his lower abdomen through the fire, where the clay was working hard, and said, "It's a little itchy."
Shu Pinghui breathed a sigh of relief and chose a nearby stone bed to lie down on.
Of the other two people present, one began to look for his own stone bed, while the other was covering his mouth and trying to suppress the urge to yawn.
This time the red light went out after just one sweep, and the clay that crawled out was much lighter than the color on the side of the mirror. Shu Pinghui was completely relieved and watched with interest as the clay climbed onto her calf.
The side of the clay that was close to the skin suddenly changed and became extremely rough, with dense micro-needles growing out that were difficult to see with the naked eye.
As the clay expands and contracts, it feels like countless blunt knives are slicing through the flesh in an instant.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”
Shu Pinghui's cry of pain instantly echoed through the hall.
Huo Xiumao, who had just hit his butt on the stone bed, immediately jumped up. Yin Xueze, who was halfway through his yawn, stopped moving. The two of them stared blankly at Shu Pinghui, whose face was twisted.
Jing Yingrong's expression did not change, and he was not surprised at all.
Huo Xiumao looked at Yingrong in the mirror and then at Shu Pinghui, and he understood after a moment's thought.
"Senior Jing's cultivation has exceeded the upper limit here, so it's no problem. Junior Sister Shu...well, what about Junior Brother Yin and I?"
Jing Yingrong nodded, confirming his guess.
"You'll be in more pain."
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When Wu Yaochen walked into the Cleansing Hall, he immediately saw the mirror reflection sitting cross-legged on the stone bed and concentrating on playing with a crystal.
The crimson clay had moved to her left forearm, and the sound of "squeeze" could be heard endlessly, but it failed to leave any trace on the snow-white skin.
"Sister, how long have you been here?"
When asking questions, Wu Yaochen glanced at Shu Pinghui next to him.
Shu Pinghui lay on her side, raised one arm and supported her head on her hand, staring at the crystal in Jing Yingrong's hand in trance.
The pool of clay stuck to the outside of her thighs, leaving hideous red marks wherever it passed, and small and fragmentary gray-white flakes falling down.
It took a while for the red marks to fade away, and the skin and flesh there became brighter and firmer than before, showing a new change.
Although the effect was immediate, the process was unpleasant, but Shu Pinghui's face remained as normal, as if she didn't notice it.
Jing Yingrong raised her head and said, "Nearly half an hour."
Wu Yaochen's eyes flickered, but before answering, Shu Pinghui said, "That's right,&nbp;&nbp;you came too late,&nbp;&nbp;missed the best opportunity to see the joke,&nbp;&nbp;I have already adapted to it." Yes, but you can still have some fun with them."
She pointed at Huo Xiumao and Yin Xueze.
Wu Yaochen smiled and turned around and walked towards the two people. Shu Pinghui's voice came from behind, "Rong Rong, let's try adding the seventh seal of the Di Guan Dong Ming Sutra here... and combine the two spiritual patterns here a little bit..."
Huo Xiumao sat cross-legged, with his hands on his knees and his back straight. If you didn't look at the trembling from time to time and the sweat dripping from his chin, he could be said to be calm and dignified.
Wu Yaochen: "Senior Brother Huo, have you been to our Bone Condensation Tower and Nine Dragons Blood Refining Pond?"
Huo Xiumao opened his eyes with difficulty and said in a weak voice, "Go, I have been."
"This one is not harder than those two, right?"
"It's different... hiss——"
As Huo Xiumao said, he couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.
Wu Yaochen couldn't hold back his laughter, half of it escaped from his throat.
Huo Xiumao was used to being ridiculed and hit before, so naturally Wu Yaochen's reaction, which was not malicious, would not be taken to heart. He gritted his teeth and focused more on fighting the physical pain.
Seeing this, Wu Yaochen stopped disturbing him and turned to look at Yin Xueze.
Yin Xueze lay straight and motionless on the stone bed, his face buried in his arms, making his expression invisible.
Wu Yaochen walked to the edge of the stone bed, stared at the person for a few seconds, and then stretched out his hand——
Yin Xueze suddenly raised his head, pursed his lips tightly, and stared at him coldly.
It was originally a fierce scene, but his pale face and messy sideburns wet with cold sweat greatly weakened the intimidation.
Wu Yaochen's hand stopped in mid-air. After a moment, he suddenly showed a bright and harmless smile. Taking advantage of the opponent's daze, he decisively grabbed it with his hand -
Yin Xueze's slightly raised fire-woven top was pulled down to cover his waist again.
"..."
Although the silence before the volcano erupted was short, it was enough for Wu Yaochen to sneak back to Jing Yingrong.
"It will be over in about half a quarter of an hour. After that, I will take you out for a walk. It is rare to come to our Emperor Rong Clan. It would be a pity to stay in the guest garden all day."
This was said to Yingrong in the mirror, but also to everyone.
Shu Pinghui looked at him puzzled.
"Senior Sister Yu said that you are very busy. How come you still have time to take us to play? Besides, we still have places to visit such as Feiyun Cave and Chazhishuang Pavilion."
Wu Yaochen: "No matter how busy you are, you still have this little time. The remaining few places will be of little help to you, so there is no need to waste time on them."
He paused and then threw out another bargaining chip. "You can also go in and take a look at some places that are not open to the public while I am here. How about, don't come back if you can't miss the opportunity. There is no shop like this in this village."
Jing Yingrong suddenly said, "Can you also take us up to Fallen Sun Volcano?"
Wu Yaochen didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Senior sister, you ask questions knowingly. Besides, you can go anytime you want."
Jing Yingrong nodded and put away the falling stone.
"Okay, let's go together first."
Shu Pinghui sat up and said, "Eh? Are you agreeing now?"
Jing Yingrong said "hmm" and said, "I will eventually go to Fallen Sun Volcano."
The people present had already developed the habit of focusing on their faces reflected in the mirror. She made her decision, and no one had any objections.
But Shu Pinghui couldn't help but murmur when she saw the smile on Wu Yaochen's face.
"Why do I feel that this is a courtesy for nothing, and it is either adultery or theft?"
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