Why, suddenly there is a creepy feeling?

Wu Wang looked at Ling Xiaolan, then looked at the other side's Miao Cuijiao. Although he clearly felt the fluctuation of emotions among the male cultivators in the hall, he didn't think there was anything wrong with sitting next to his good friend Ling Xiaolan and his subordinate Miao Cuijiao. Is it vulgar or inappropriate? No, just ignore it. When Ji Mo comes, he can also come over and drink and chat together. Why care about what others think?

At this moment, in the corner of the hall.

Ji Mo, who had just arrived here, glanced at Wu Wang's side, covered his face with his hand, and went to a more secluded place. He kept transmitting his voice to the two female companions who came with him, praising: "A role model, Brother Xiong is truly a role model."

The two female members of the Ji family who had been to the Kingdom of Women looked at each other and laughed, discussing who was more suitable for Wu Wang, Ling Xiaolan or Miao Cuijiao.

Transmitting voices face to face is a basic etiquette in public occasions.

Wu Wang leaned back slightly, with his hands resting on the soft cushion behind him.

Ling Xiaolan transmitted her voice: "Brother Xiong, what's going on?"

"Call me by my Daoist name," Wu Wang transmitted his voice with a smile, "The specific reasons are quite complicated. I am already the sect master of this sect."

"Sect..."

Ling Xiaolan widened her almond-shaped eyes, and her eyebrows furrowed deeper.

She suppressed her discomfort and tried to get closer to Wu Wang's side, as if whispering, she transmitted her voice to Wu Wang: "If you are being coerced, just blink."

Wu Wang opened his eyes wide like bronze bells.

Ling Xiaolan transmitted her voice: "From what I know, there will be an illusion trial after the meal. The younger generation will enter the illusion. Let's go in together and talk later."

"What's wrong?"

Wu Wang reminded through voice transmission, "Don't pay attention to the difference in status between sects. The immortal and demonic paths in the Human Realm are just different ways of cultivation. Everyone is a cultivator in the Human Realm."

Ling Xiaolan frowned slightly, but did not say anything more. It seemed that she wanted to communicate during the illusion trial.

The Great Elder glanced at the Miao Elder beside him, his eyes showing a hint of severity.

Miao Cuijiao shrugged her fragrant shoulders and changed seats with a male disciple who came with them.

The gazes surrounding Wu Wang gradually dispersed.

At this moment!

Suddenly, several drum beats were heard, followed by the sound of music. An old man in a blue robe with a rich complexion appeared at the entrance of the hall. He bowed to various places and quickly walked to the stage.

This old man introduced himself as the head of the Renhuang Pavilion.

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After a few words, the head of the Renhuang Pavilion said, "Fellow cultivators, esteemed guests! His Majesty the Emperor has ordered that before today's grand banquet, we will let the talented individuals enter the illusion trial. This trial is very simple, just stay in the illusion for a few hours. If anyone can find the figure of His Majesty the Emperor in the illusion, they will obtain a great opportunity! This opportunity is not limited to one person, so all the talented individuals should search carefully."

After speaking, the head of the Renhuang Pavilion's robe fluttered, and a ten-zhang diameter vortex of spiritual energy appeared behind him, revealing a white jade gate inside.

The head of the Renhuang Pavilion looked around and smiled, "Give more opportunities to the young people with lower cultivation levels. Let the one with the lowest cultivation level enter first."

As soon as the head of the Renhuang Pavilion finished speaking, a young man stood up. He had the lowest cultivation level, only at the Golden Elixir stage, and there were only four or five people at the Golden Elixir stage.

Wu Wang did not stand up. He pondered for a moment and made a decision in an instant.

The treasures he wore to conceal his aura, mainly to hide the Yan Emperor's token, the Starry Sky Dao, and the Star God's bloodline, there was no need to lie about his superficial cultivation level of "Immortal Dao".

There should be at least a dozen Transcendent experts present, and hundreds of Heavenly Immortal experts. The head of the Renhuang Pavilion was also unfathomable. He didn't have the strength and conditions to lie. He could just enter as a Elemental Infant stage cultivator.

Wu Wang adjusted his "sect master" robe and turned his head to transmit his voice a few times, standing up at the same time as his two disciples.

Ling Xiaolan stood up gracefully, calmly retracting her cushion, and instructed, "We will leave together later. If we get separated inside, find each other as soon as possible. This trial is commanded by His Majesty the Emperor. It can trap people but cannot harm them. We should pay attention to this."

Wu Wang nodded with a smile, but could only respond like this.

He could say that the illusion he entered was probably different from others, right?

What awaited others might be a path filled with spiritual pills, precious ores, and treasures, while what awaited him might be a kind-hearted old man...

And his long wooden staff.

Hmph! Who's afraid of who?

The men of the North Wilderness were never afraid of close combat!

One by one, the young cultivators entered the illusion at a fast speed. Before long, Wu Wang and the others also reached the stage.

A cultivator in front couldn't help but mutter, "Could there be spies from the Ten Calamities Palace?"

His companion beside him laughed, "His Majesty the Emperor is here, and the experts are here. Does the Ten Calamities Palace think they have too many trump cards and want to make a mess?"

"That's true. It seems that I was overthinking."

Wu Wang, however, didn't think too much.

The Ten Calamities Palace and the Ten Evil Gods behind them didn't really regard the human race who joined them as humans.

Causing trouble in such an occasion seemed to be a waste of effort, but the Ten Evil Gods behind them might not care about this. Even if it didn't harm the Human Realm, it could be an insult to the fullest extent.

At this moment, Wu Wang had already walked to the front of the white jade gate. He glanced at the smiling head of the Renhuang Pavilion and didn't say much.

He didn't need to attract attention like this.

Suddenly, a familiar voice came from beside him:

"Big Brother! Fairy Ling!"

Wu Wang turned his head and saw Ji Mo waving his hand vigorously in a white robe.

This guy was considerate. Instead of calling Brother Xiong and exposing Wu Wang's identity, he directly called him Big Brother.

Wu Wang was about to respond, but Ji Mo transmitted his voice: "After entering, find the barrier and gather in the lower right corner! I have gathered some people here!"

Wu Wang gave a thumbs up, stepped into the white jade gate, and his "sect master" robe fluttered, his long hair dancing. He jumped into the illusion with a carefree attitude...Shua!

The universe rotates! The familiar flow of light and shadow appears again!

In the next moment, Wu Wang has arrived by a quiet stream, standing firmly on the ground, with no signs of life in the vicinity.

Before he could speak, he heard a whooshing sound from behind. He quickly crouched down and turned around, seeing an old man swinging a stick at him. With a low roar, he rushed forward.

"Old... elder! You scoundrel!"

"Today, I will vent my anger for my daughter!"

"Do you want me to protect the geniuses of the Human Realm? You want to go to the Heavenly Palace and subdue the hundred races! Don't force the younger generation to do what you can't do!"

"You fool! You're involved with both the demonic path and the immortal path. Are you here in the Human Realm to choose a concubine?"

"We are just ordinary friends and have a normal superior-subordinate relationship! Ah! Why did you attack so fiercely? Transform!"

By the stream, two figures started a fierce battle, fists and feet flying, and dust filling the air.

After a while, Wu Wang sat by the stream with a swollen face and bruises all over, holding his arms and feeling frustrated.

He will definitely defeat this old man!

The old man calmly stroked his remaining beard, and the faint bloodstains on his shoulders quickly receded. His black robe had been replaced with a golden robe.

"The matter of the Golden Dragon is not meant to deceive you, nor is it meant to attract the attention of external enemies."

Shen Nong said calmly:

"People's hearts change, and the Human Realm is not completely united. Originally, they were just waiting for this old man to die.

But now that I have extended my lifespan and achieved success, they are hiding their true intentions and putting away their evil thoughts. Just saying that there will be a Golden Dragon appearing in the Human Realm won't be enough to control them.

Only when you encounter a crisis and reveal your true form, will there be enough experts to protect you."

"You speak so nicely."

Wu Wang gritted his teeth and took a cold breath. "I can protect others, but I want to see Jing Wei!"

"Alright, go see her."

Shen Nong raised his hand and lightly tapped the stream. A spiritual pool appeared, and inside it was a spirit orb wrapped in immortal light.

"The method of nurturing the spirit?"

Wu Wang looked up at the old man. "Why not the method of reincarnation?"

Shen Nong smiled. "If she reincarnates, will she still be herself?"

Wu Wang's eyes lit up. "With the method of nurturing the spirit, will her memories remain intact?"

"Of course," Shen Nong chuckled and threw a piece of dark green stone into Wu Wang's arms. "Take this and figure it out for yourself. It's a fragment of the Gate of the Netherworld, which contains a great path."

"What else can it be? At most, it's the path of reincarnation."

Wu Wang casually said, unable to take his eyes off the water's surface.

On the side, Shen Nong furrowed his brows slightly, took out another piece of stone with the same texture, and carefully pondered over it, murmuring the word "reincarnation."

Wu Wang hurriedly asked, "How many more years will it take for her to reshape her body?"

"Ah, probably... three hundred years."

"Three hundred?"

Wu Wang took another cold breath and stared at the water's surface, laughing a few times.

"Now that I have a longer lifespan, three hundred years is just three hundred years! I must pay attention to the surrounding guards and try not to let them know what they are protecting!"

Shen Nong raised his hand and the image on the water's surface quietly dissipated.

"Let me see it again."

"What are you staring at, a ball of spiritual thoughts?"

"My ball looks beautiful."

"Hmph," Shen Nong said coldly, "You still haven't explained those two women..."

"It's a strange illness," Wu Wang shrugged, "I have a strange illness, what are you worried about?"

Shen Nong's expression instantly turned from gloomy to sunny, and he even narrowed his eyes and chuckled. "Those innate gods will eventually do some good deeds."

Wu Wang:...

Endure it, I haven't even married them yet.

Shen Nong sighed lightly, picked up a wooden staff next to him, and tapped on a pebble by the stream. The stream suddenly revealed a series of pictures.

It was a peaceful jungle, surrounded by distant mountains. From this angle, one could see many figures moving around, including Ling Xiaolan and two disciples from the exterminated sect.

Shen Nong smiled and asked, "Are you satisfied with your role as the sect master?"

"It's alright, everyone gets along well," Wu Wang sighed, "Especially when I revealed the matter of the Golden Dragon in front of the elders of the Heavenly Immortal realm, I don't know if there will be any hidden dangers."

"Oh?"

Shen Nong raised an eyebrow but didn't say much.

Wu Wang looked at the pictures below for a while and asked, "Is this the Illusory Trial?"

"Of course," Shen Nong said calmly with a smile. Finding the stream too narrow, he casually pointed at a cloud of mist, condensing it into a cloud mirror that quickly displayed various scenes inside.

He pointed to one of the scenes and smiled proudly.

"There are formations everywhere here. If you can break through the formations, you can obtain a thousand-year spirit herb. There are over a thousand of them arranged like this."

Wu Wang touched his chin and looked at the formation. The "ferocious horns" on his face finally began to subside. He calmly said:

"It's old."

"How can you say it's old?"

Shen Nong stared and scolded, "It tests both intelligence and character, as well as understanding of formations and one's own strength, without harming them!

How can this trial be considered old?"

Wu Wang said indifferently, "Senior, think about it. What is your ultimate goal for this trial? To give each of them some spirit herbs and elixirs?"

Shen Nong stroked his beard and said, "Of course, I want to see if there is anyone who can impress me."

"With this trial, can you see their talent limits? Can you force out their hidden potential?"

Wu Wang's face was full of disdain, clearly retaliating and stabbing the old man in the heart:

"No wonder you have been searching for so long and haven't found a suitable heir to the throne. You don't innovate, but always use these old trial methods.

Sigh, it pains my heart!"

Shen Nong's forehead was covered in black lines, and he gritted his teeth. "Then you do it! If you can't come up with a solution today, I will seal you for three hundred years and dig you out to marry my daughter after three hundred years!"

Wu Wang's body was covered in goosebumps, and he forced a smile.

"Marriage is inevitable, but there's no need to seal me."

"Senior, could you simply set up a military sand table... using clouds and fog to create a tabletop... like this, come and see."

"Let's see what tricks you can pull off!"

"It's actually quite simple," Wu Wang said, "Senior, look at this illusion. Letting them stay in it for a few hours, just picking herbs and collecting treasures, is too simple.

Why don't we put everyone in the same trial, neither standing nor lying down, add some conditions, and let them decide a winner in the end?

This winner, combining strength, luck, connections, wisdom, and many other factors, might just be someone who can impress you."

"So, how should we set up this trial? Are we going to let them kill each other until there's only one left?"

"Chaotic battle is the worst strategy. The strong ones will be targeted first, and their talents won't be able to shine."

Wu Wang said, "Isn't this your illusion? You can do whatever you want in it."

He casually drew two circles on the cloud platform in front of him.

"We can suppress their cultivation to the Condensing Elixir realm, seal their storage treasures, and prohibit them from flying or burrowing underground.

Then let them scatter evenly everywhere, and then give a time limit. When the time is up, the barrier will shrink inward. Those who can't reach the inner ring will be directly moved out of the illusion and considered eliminated.

Those who reach the inner ring can continue to survive within it, waiting for the next barrier contraction.

The contraction of the barrier doesn't have to be regular, the center of the barrier needs to keep changing. This process can be decided by the person controlling the barrier with their eyes closed, without favoritism.

In this way, until the barrier is three feet in diameter, the last person standing in the barrier can take the highest reward.

Others, according to the survival time, rank and give different degrees of rewards.

This trial is called - Great Wasteland Mini Escape Kill."

"Interesting."

Shen Nong squinted his eyes and smiled, looking at the situation on the cloud platform, he exclaimed in admiration, then asked, "The contraction of the barrier must be slow, and they should be informed in advance which area they can survive in next."

"Right, there should be other various rules, we need to refine this slowly," Wu Wang said, "You just choose a pavilion master to preside over it, and just shout a few times when the time comes."

"No, no, no, they can't do it, there will definitely be favoritism."

Shen Nong suddenly raised his hand and patted Wu Wang's shoulder. With a puff, Wu Wang's figure turned into an old man with white hair.

Then, Shen Nong took out a Bagua plate and stuffed it into Wu Wang's arms.

"Wang, you will be in charge of this trial."

"Me?"

Wu Wang asked in a low voice, "Senior, shouldn't I be one of the participants in this trial? Did you misunderstand something about my age?"

"Hey, what are you competing with them for?"

Shen Nong scolded with a smile, "The most important reward this time is just three Yan Emperor orders that have not yet undergone metamorphosis."

Wu Wang: ...

So, the Yan Emperor's order can absorb a bit of the old sect master's spirit, and it's really metamorphosed!

Shen Nong's mouth showed a mysterious smile, and he whispered, "If you can host this trial well, I will spend some energy to let Jing Wei be born a hundred years earlier."

"This is on me!"

Wu Wang clenched the Bagua plate, his eyes full of light looking at the cloud platform.

Sorry, all the proud sons of heaven of my generation!

But, why do I always feel that something is not quite right, and I have a vague feeling of being tricked by the old senior again.