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第一百二十九章 幻境弄人心

Zhao Er shivered, instinctively wanting to resist.

But after considering the opponent's formidable strength, he submitted.

Feeling the cold gaze sweeping over him, Zhao Er's face fell as he said, "Alright, Senior!"

He then performed a hand seal.

The rock pillar rose from the seabed with a rumble. Zhao Er hung his head dejectedly and said, "Senior, please."

Following this, he walked up the staircase in the center of the pillar.

Li Fan scanned the area with his divine sense.

After studying the jade slip for over a year, Li Fan was no longer ignorant when it came to阵法.

The rock pillar contained only simple御水 and 净尘 arrays, without any signs of attack-type formations.

However, Li Fan did not lower his guard. He activated a protective talisman before following behind.

Clearly, Li Fan had been overly cautious.

This rock pillar was quite rudimentary, mostly used for storing collected items.

Leading Li Fan to a more spacious room, Zhao Er said, "Senior, please sit."

Li Fan sat down and looked at the pale-faced Zhao Er. He asked, "Do you want me to ask or will you confess?"

Zhao Er opened his mouth but only managed a grimace: "Senior, I don't know what to confess about."

Li Fan snorted coldly as his insect-binding power reactivated.

Zhao Er was immediately subdued again.

Controlling the blue flame illusory spirit, a visible chill spread from the ground like an icy snake, crawling up Zhao Er's body.

In an instant, Zhao Er’s lower limbs were frozen in blue ice.

"Since your cultivation level is so low, I wonder if you can recover even if your body turns to ice shards," Li Fan said curiously.

Fear flashed across Zhao Er's eyes but he quickly suppressed it. There was no sign of pleading; he seemed determined not to yield.

Li Fan saw that this Zhao Er wasn't just pretending.

"Interesting." Li Fan smiled, holding onto Zhao Er as they entered the adjacent storage room.

Zhao Er’s gaze suddenly turned fearful.

"Oh, these items seem really good. You must have spent a lot of effort collecting them," Li Fan said, running his hand over some old-looking objects.

With a tap on a porcelain bowl, he threw it to the ground.

"Oops, I'm so sorry. I accidentally broke it," Li Fan lamented.

Another piece of porcelain shattered.

Anger flared in Zhao Er’s eyes as he stared at Li Fan with intense hatred.

But as more fragile ancient artifacts were destroyed one by one, Zhao Er's gaze softened from anger to panic, then desperation.

Li Fan continued undeterred, destroying his years of collection right before his eyes.

Seeing the scattered fragments, Zhao Er’s eyes filled with despair. He regained control and lunged forward, sobbing uncontrollably.

His cries echoed through the room, his anguish heart-wrenching.

Suddenly, he realized that the pieces were gone, still controlled in the same room.

Everything just now was but a hallucination!

Emotions swung wildly, from extreme joy to sorrow. Zhao Er nearly fainted with shock.

With the restraints removed, Zhao Er tumbled to the ground, feeling weak all over. He rushed into the adjacent storage room, finding his beloved treasures intact.

He burst into tears, even more miserable than before.

In Zhao Er’s eyes, this hallucination was a thousand times worse than any nightmare.

He never wanted to experience it again!

The dreamlike voice echoed in his ears as he trembled, realizing how terrifying the manipulation of minds truly was.

"Tell me now what you need to confess!" he shuddered and cried out.

Afraid that Li Fan would destroy everything, they returned. Li Fan sat while Zhao Er stood obediently by.

Zhao Er opened his mouth but hesitated.

After a long pause, he said timidly, "Junior Zhao Er Bao, local cultivator of Congyunhai. I am sixty-eight years old..."

Li Fan’s face darkened as he interrupted him: "Who asked you to say that? I want to know what use these items are."

"Where is the place you mentioned?"

"Why don’t you use a storage ring to transport them instead of moving them by hand with your flying boat?"

Each question made Zhao Er Bao shiver.

After Li Fan’s questions, Zhao Er Bao said with a pained expression, "Senior, you truly have great powers. Nothing can hide from you."

He paused and seemed to gather his thoughts before saying hesitantly, "Junior Zhao Er Bao spent my entire life collecting these ancient items because I discovered a secret when I was just an ordinary person."

"Secret?" Li Fan looked interested at Zhao Er Bao.

Zhao Er Bao nodded: "My family has been in the antiques business for generations. Growing up around it, I developed a keen interest in the ancient relics from the deep sea."

"Perhaps due to my natural talent, I could easily distinguish genuine antiques from fakes."

"So, gradually, they entrusted me with all the authentication work. I got to handle many ancient items every day."

"Thereby, I began to uncover this hidden secret in history."

"The Congyunhai region seems to have once had a lost civilization."

Zhao Er Bao's expression turned serious as he narrowed his eyes, recalling something.

"This civilization’s artifacts are uniquely distinct from those of other periods. The ones stored here belong to that civilization."

Li Fan nodded slowly: "What makes this civilization special? These items may be old but they seem just ordinary objects. They should not be much use to a cultivator like you."

"These items themselves have little value," Zhao Er Bao said. "But the real treasure is what’s attached to them."

"Do you know that there are ruins everywhere in Congyunhai?" Zhao Er Bao suddenly asked, changing the subject.

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