Pu——
It seed that a soft snicker ca from sowhere unknown.
Xin Lin beca alert, looked around, but saw no one.
Could it be that the Pride Corpse was up to its tricks again?
Xin Lin secretly felt for the Sealing Spirit Talisman in her bosom.
Within the fog-veiled Wanshi Mountain, apart from them, there were no others.
"As for you, Miss Huang, if you wish to co up, it will cost thirty thousand taels. Of course, you could choose to wait for soone from outside to rescue you. However, based on my daughter, the Divine Doctor’s experience, if your foot drags on for half an hour longer, I’m afraid it will beco la."
Xin Lin said with a smile brimming with satisfaction.
Huang Zhijun was furious to the extre, yet she cald down instead.
"Thirty-five thousand taels, pull up, and you’ll get the silver."
Although this despicable wretch was hateful, what she said was indeed the harsh reality.
Huang Zhijun’s leg was in severe pain, and the creepy cold fog inside Wanshi Mountain exacerbated the worsening of her injury.
Only then did Xin Lin reveal a look of satisfaction; she untied the ropes binding the Protectors and had them work together to pull Huang Zhijun up.
After being pulled up, Huang Zhijun didn’t say much else, took out a silver note, and tossed it to Xin Lin.
"Then thank you, Miss Huang."
Xin Lin, with a smile in her eyes, accepted the silver note.
"Miss?"
The Protectors nearby also had faces fraught with misery.
"Shut up, a bunch of useless trash, what’s the point of the house keeping you."
Huang Zhijun looked at the map in her hand, then at Xin Lin walking ahead. When she saw Xin Lin release an ant to lead the way, Huang Zhijun almost spat blood from anger.
She and her father had spent thirty thousand taels to buy a map and yet could not make it through the labyrinth, while the opponent simply caught an ant and made it here?
But, that was as far as she could go.
Huang Zhijun sneered, briefly bandaged her wound, and then limped along behind.
Thinking about her previous ordeal, Huang Zhijun felt both ashad and frustrated.
It was after falling into that trap that she realized she had been deceived.
It was all just an illusion.
That Monk Qingyu was also at fault, why did he not tell her that the most fearso thing in Wanshi Mountain was not the labyrinth, but the illusions within the labyrinth.
This path in front of her appeared to be smooth and close to the exit, but in reality, it was the most dangerous of all.
The remaining path was one of cautious strategy, with every step a potential trap.
No one knew what kind of illusion would await with each step taken.
She just wanted to watch what illusions that despicable wretch would encounter shortly.
Huang Zhijun followed Xin Lin with a dark expression.
Xin Lin did not stop her, continuing forward following the Tiger Back Ant.
But along the way, Xin Lin walked as if through a realm with no one in sight, the path seemingly leading straight to the end.
"How is this possible? Why didn’t you see any illusions, why didn’t you step on any traps?"
Huang Zhijun was fuming.
"All Living Beings, the reason you saw those illusions is that your minds were distracted. On the contrary, I am following the ant. Although the ant is but a re insect, insignificant and overlooked, it remains undistracted. The path it takes is naturally the safest. The Bodhi tree has no heart, and the clear mirror is not a stand; originally there is not a single thing, where could the dust arise? Miss Huang, if you can’t even understand such a simple principle, how could you ever et the Minister of Imperial Sacrificial Worship."
Xin Lin said, laughing.
Huang Zhijun was so angry that her teeth itched. She leapt forward and her intact left foot stomped towards that Tiger Back Ant.
"Amitabha, benefactress, please show rcy under your feet."
Just then, a Buddhist chant sounded.
Before Huang Zhijun’s left foot, a pair of monk’s sandals appeared. Unable to retract her force in ti, she collided with the newcor’s leg, a crack sounded, and her own also broke.
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