Chapter 16 Illusion

"The art of illusion is just a way to please people."

"It makes you know it's fake, but you still can't help but indulge in it."

"Back then, I learned these techniques from some nobles who wanted to please the late Emperor. Little Ye, if you really want to learn, cut off that extra little thing, and seal your kidney meridian. I can pull some strings and send you to the palace." Feng Yu looked at Ye Chuxiao, his smile full of ill intentions.

Ye Chuxiao took a small step back and quickly shook his head, "I won't trouble you with that, Old Eunuch. I don't need to learn it to perfection. It's just that a wild phoenix has come to my territory recently, and I can't help but want to go up and see if I can pluck a few feathers. I'm just making some preparations."

"Also, don't slander me if you don't understand. That's definitely not a small thing."

Times have changed, and so have status, position, and the people he faces. Ye Chuxiao doesn't need to be secretive about his upcoming encounter with Ying Shu.

He doesn't need to be as cautious and secretive as he was when he 'talked' to Tang Sudong back then.

In a sense, getting information out of Ying Shu is Ye Chuxiao's responsibility as the prison warden.

"You are cautious, which is a good habit."

"I've heard of that wild phoenix. She's been locked up in multiple layers, and theoretically, she can't escape from this dungeon. Even if she takes you hostage, it's useless. Since you can't unlock any of the seals on her, and you can't smuggle her out, there's no harm in contacting her once or twice, as long as you're well prepared." Feng Yu rotated the chicken-fat glazed tea bowl, blowing hot air on the top-grade Yunwu Mountain tea inside.

"Of course, if she wants to use you, the only method she can use is illusion."

"Alright! Seeing as I'll still need you to provide me with good food and sleep in the future, I'll teach you something!"

"Come closer!"

Ye Chuxiao leaned in, and Feng Yu whispered only three words in his ear.

Immediately, Ye Chuxiao was stunned.

Pingliang Ward, Illusion Heart Pavilion. Ye Chuxiao stood at the entrance with his money bag, looking at the dreamlike pavilion that seemed to connect with the distant mountains and the sky, with an expression of generous self-sacrifice.

Everything is for cultivation, definitely not for enjoyment.

The moment Ye Chuxiao stepped in, he felt as if he was wrapped in a pink, sweet dream of cotton candy. Every step was soft and he could no longer feel solid ground.

The warm breeze intoxicated the tourists, and the mysteries within need no further explanation.

The next morning, Ye Chuxiao stood at the entrance of Illusion Heart Pavilion, carrying an empty money bag, his eyes slightly dazed.

Only one question filled his mind... Was last night real or fake?

How could he summarize his experiences last night in the simplest terms?

Am I a devil director? An infinite chivalrous woman's nightmare? A dirge from another world? The secret base of the campus?

Are these enough?

If not, there's more!

"Truth and falsehood, falsehood and truth. As expected! The art of illusion is just a way to please people. Even knowing it's fake, you can't help but indulge. This Illusion Heart Pavilion, it's got something!"

"However, if I can't even conquer a mere Illusion Heart Pavilion, how can I talk about resisting Ying Shu's methods?"

"I'll fight again tonight!" Ye Chuxiao decided on a strategy.

Another night passed!

Ye Chuxiao, once again clutching an empty money bag and standing at the entrance of Illusion Heart Pavilion, only felt that the sunlight was a bit dazzling.

What did he experience last night?

Dreaming of the Red Chamber? Am I a fake eunuch? My friend's wife?

"Ye Chuxiao! Ye Chuxiao! Why are you so lacking in willpower? Tonight... tonight, you must leave Illusion Heart Pavilion before midnight."

Seven days later, Ye Chuxiao walked out of Illusion Heart Pavilion in the morning and then walked into Tongde Pharmacy.

It wasn't that Ye Chuxiao couldn't hold on, but that self-conquest, based on illusion, was too terrifying.

On one hand, there was an orgasm in his brain, and on the other hand, there were beautiful women skilled in makeup and disguise, performing synchronized practical operations. Who could withstand that?

No wonder Tongde Pharmacy opened a drugstore next to Illusion Heart Pavilion. It was indeed too profitable.

"So the basic setting of illusion is the weakness in the heart of the person being subjected to it."

"Illusion is fake. Even the most magnificent illusion cannot escape this limitation. To transform illusion into reality is the ultimate pursuit of illusionists. Before that, even the grandest illusion can be pierced by mortals."

"The key is how to make the person trapped in the illusion unwilling to wake up, willing to indulge in it." Ye Chuxiao recovered his vigor after taking a dose of medicine.

After three more days of practice, Ye Chuxiao actually crossed the sea of suffering for illusionists, elevating this technique to the realm of power, the *Neng* realm.

With *Neng* realm illusion cultivation, ordinary illusion techniques would no longer be effective against Ye Chuxiao.

Ying Shu might be good at illusion, able to bewitch people with words, but after all, she was sealed and suppressed, and could only use one percent of her power.

At this time, the basic conditions for Ye Chuxiao to meet Ying Shu were ripe.

Even so, Ye Chuxiao still visited Illusion Heart Pavilion for two more days without taking any supplements.

He fully buffed himself before entering the dungeon. Then, he instructed the guards stationed on the fifth floor that if he gave any unusual orders after coming out of Ying Shu's cell, they should not obey them and should report them immediately.

He opened the cell door and Ye Chuxiao walked in.

At this time, the blood-sucking vines had already covered half of the cell.

Ying Shu was bound by these blood-sucking vines, and the roots of the vines were embedded in her limbs, constantly drawing her blood as nourishment.

Her face was so pale that it seemed to turn transparent.

Despite this, she still possessed a kind of broken, withered beauty, unlike most beauties who became dull, ordinary, or even unsightly once they lost the support of makeup, clothing, and complexion.

"You're finally here!" Ying Shu looked at Ye Chuxiao, and her lips, which were clearly sealed, uttered a hoarse but charming voice.

At the same time, the first layer of psychological suggestion had already been subtly applied to Ye Chuxiao.

It would gradually increase, slowly separating Ye Chuxiao's cognition from reality and bringing him into the illusion in the words.

"Do you use this as an opening line for everyone who comes in?"

"Actually, I personally think it's not shocking enough!"

"The mature and beautiful proprietress of Illusion Heart Pavilion would say to me, 'You were really bad last night' and 'Not today, I'm still sore.'" Ye Chuxiao said to Ying Shu.

The pink, ambiguous atmosphere was stirred up by Ye Chuxiao's illusion, invading Ying Shu in reverse.

Ying Shu had no extra expression. Her dark eyes stared at Ye Chuxiao with the luster of glass.

"Interesting!"

"It seems you've made a lot of preparations to see me."

"You even emptied your kidney *qi*, so you can temporarily forget certain temptations."

"Actually, you shouldn't have done that. I'm not so shallow," Ying Shu said.

Then, Ye Chuxiao's eyes blurred.

A large number of outlines of supreme martial arts techniques were presented before his eyes.

The stone walls of the cell, which were originally covered with blood-sucking vines, had now turned into the walls of a secret practice room.

Every single supreme technique on the walls was enough to cause bloody storms outside.

Even though Ye Chuxiao couldn't see these outlines clearly, he felt that these were the most powerful and magical techniques and secret records.