Righteous cultivator Yang Zhengxin died in humiliation under your relentless torment, his Dao Heart shattered. Reward obtained: 200 Demonic Value
Lu Ze raised an eyebrow.
Well, well. Looks like breaking them completely earns extra rewards, too.
I'd better work even harder, then.
Yang Zhengxin had just finished spewing curses, and the corners of his mouth were still twitching violently.
He exited the Illusion Realm and glared at Lu Ze. "That stray cat..."
"It isn't a stray cat. It's an immortal beast," Lu Ze corrected him. "An immortal beast protecting its master's Secret Realm is perfectly reasonable, isn't it?"
Yang Zhengxin abandoned all concern for appearances and unleashed a torrent of abuse:
"Reasonable, my ass! You shameless little thief! How dare you use these crooked tricks to make a fool of me?!"
Lu Ze feigned confusion. "This junior doesn't understand. What have I done wrong?"
"This Illusion Realm suppresses cultivation and seals off spiritual energy! You clearly designed it to stop anyone from clearing it!"
"But..."
Lu Ze shook his head unhurriedly and spoke with perfect composure.
"Since it's an Immortal-Grade Trap, it must be the work of some unknown Grandmaster. Strange restrictions within that Secret Realm, such as sealing spiritual energy or suppressing cultivation, would hardly be impossible."
"Besides, traps are, at their core, a battle of wits. See through the scheme, and you get past it. Fail to see through it, and you don't."
"The mechanisms this junior designed may look crude, but the thought behind their design is anything but."
"If a Grandmaster designed traps following this junior's approach, would you be absolutely certain of clearing them, Elder Yang, even with your full cultivation?"
His argument made the surrounding Elders nod inwardly despite themselves.
Traps were a battle of wits.
Whoever had their moves seen through