Marry! Marry! I'll Marry You!

"I'm finally going to die this time!" The masked man was slightly out of breath. Even though he was Second-Stage True Master, the continuous high-intensity bursts of energy were making him somewhat exhausted.

But just as Song Shuhang number three collapsed... a flash of light appeared on the bed, and a new Song Shuhang appeared.

It appeared even faster than the previous two 'Song Shuhang' characters.

Does this mean the monster spawn rate in the game increases by 1?

The newly appeared Song Shuhang still wore a wry smile, "Greetings, Senior True Lord White! I'm right here beside you!"

The masked man's hands froze.

He knew something was wrong with the world, but he couldn't figure out what was wrong or why.

It wasn't an illusion. The man he had killed time and time again, the sensation between his fingers as he killed him, the smell of blood—it wasn't fake!

But this man is killed time and time again, only to reappear again and again—what does this all mean?

Just as he was pondering this, the fourth Song Shuhang spoke up, "Hello, Senior True Lord White."

The masked man frowned and replied again, "Hello."

But Song Shuhang, number four, did not reply immediately.

Sure enough, about thirty seconds later, Song Shuhang in front of me looked terrified again. "Brake! Brake!... Wait, senior, there's a cliff ahead!"

The masked man sighed. This time, he suppressed his urge to kill and tried to get into character, hoping to see if there would be any new developments. "Okay, okay, I'm braking!"

Number four Song Shuhang, was stunned again.

After a moment of stunned silence, he suddenly asked with a bewildered expression, "For example— Little White, when your hair reaches your waist, will you marry me?"

Masked man. "..."

Marry your grandpa!

Fists, palms, fingers, and claws rained down upon him.

Ah, fight, fight, fight, fight!

"Aaaaaaahhhhhh~~" A scream of agony.

Song Shuhang, number four, is dead!

"This is finally the end, isn't it?" the masked man muttered.

Just as I was muttering to myself, another flash of light appeared before my eyes, and the refresh rate seemed to have increased even more!

A fifth Song Shuhang appeared before him, surrounded by four bloodied corpses.

His first words were, as expected, the same one. "Hello, Senior True Lord White."

"Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!" the masked man roared.

No matter how many you have, since this isn't an illusion, I'll kill every single one you send out!

I refuse to believe it. Do you think you can conjure up thousands of people?

Time ticked by, second by second.

The masked man was surrounded by corpses, with more than sixty bodies of 'Song Shuhang' piled up.

"Hoo hoo hoo, this is weird, isn't it over yet?" The masked man gave a bitter smile—he knew he had definitely fallen into a terrible trap.

When he killed the tenth Song Shuhang, he thought of leaving this eerie place—if he couldn't afford to offend them, couldn't he at least avoid them?

But as it turns out, he couldn't hide from it!

Even though the bed was only a dozen steps away from the window, no matter how fast he ran, jumped, or sprinted, he felt like he had run a long way... but when he turned around, there was still that bed, that gentle-faced man, and the ground littered with corpses.

He was always more than ten steps away from the window, so close yet so far, a sight that filled him with despair!

So he hardened his heart and turned back to kill Song Shuhang.

He just wouldn't believe it. Did they think a thousand people could magically appear in this trap for him to kill?

If someone could actually conjure up thousands of people for him to kill, how twisted must the person who created this trap be? To watch their 'stand-in' being repeatedly tortured and killed in various ways? Wouldn't that be a psychopath?

No more thinking, just kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!

But he was getting weaker and weaker, and his killing speed was getting slower and slower.

Before my eyes, one of the unknown numbers, 'Song Shuhang,' collapsed to the ground, his dying words still stubbornly pleading, 'Marry me... please?'

Masked man. "..."

He's on the verge of a breakdown, he's really about to break down.

Time flows like water, passing by without ever turning back.

Song Shuhang number was already unknown (plus one more), asked, "Will you marry me...?"

"I'll marry you, I'll marry you, okay?" the masked man cried. "Please let me go, please let me go. Let me out, I'll be your slave!"

But right now, Song Shuhang, whose number was unknown, was too badly injured. His head lolled to the side, and he collapsed.

Then, Song Shuhang, number 2 (unknown), appeared.

It's the same string of words as before.

This time, the masked man didn't make a move; he waited blankly for Song Shuhang to finish his series of recorded conversations.

Finally, Song Shuhang, number N+2, asked, "Will you marry me?"

"Marry! Marry! I'll marry! I'll marry!" the masked man shouted excitedly.

However, after Song Shuhang N+2) finished speaking, he froze, standing there motionless.

"Fuck your grandpa!" the masked man roared furiously, using his last bit of strength to kill Song Shuhang, number N+2.

But it's no use!

For every Song Shuhang who falls, a thousand more will Song Shuhang up!

Song Shuhang, number N+3, appeared in the light.

Then, they continued with that series of introductory dialogues.

In the end, it was still the same question, "Will you marry me?"

The masked man had a blank expression; he didn't even have the energy to move a finger.

A moment later, he finally regained consciousness.

"Calm down, calm down. If it's a trap, there's always a way to break it. Don't let them get caught up in your rhythm. Rest for a bit and recover your energy. Whenever it's a trap, the person who set it will eventually show themselves, and that will be the best time for me to strike!"

The masked man finally calmed down, took out a precious pill to restore his true energy from his pocket, and swallowed it in one gulp.

Then, he sat cross-legged on the spot and began to recover his physical strength and internal energy.

Just wait... wait for the moment the trap shows a flaw, then I'll make you pay!

I'll make you wish you were dead!

I'm going to torture you using the cruelest methods possible!

I don't know how much time passed in this transparent space.

Bored, Song Shuhang climbed up to 'Song Shuhang No. 2', took out his phone, and took a selfie with 'himself'.

Click!

The phone's flashlight turned on!

But at that moment, the 'Transparent World' suddenly vanished!

It was too sudden; Song Shuhang was completely unprepared.

The next moment, he had returned to the real world.

At that moment, he found himself sitting next to the Venerable White.

The Venerable White had already risen and sat down, a smile on his face.

In front of them, the masked man sat cross-legged, recovering his inner energy.

The masked man also sensed the change in the outside world, and he suddenly opened his eyes.

It was the same room! The same bed! And the same man with the same kind face, yet utterly detestable nature!

Only the corpses scattered all over the ground were missing...

There is now a man who is as ethereal as a celestial being from a painting!

But that's okay, the opportunity has arrived!

"Hahahaha, that damned trap is gone after all. Prepare to die!" The masked man gritted his teeth, leaped into the air, and thrust his right claw toward Song Shuhang, intending to make five neat little holes in his head.

Song Shuhang remained calm and smiled – his powerful backer had awakened, so what was there to be afraid of?

Beside him, the Venerable White, his face calm, extended a palm towards the masked man and uttered four words: "Earth Spell - Sandification!"

Senior White's main attribute seems to be related to earth. This is evident in the statue shell that appeared on his body during his seclusion, the Earth-Leveling Spell, and the skills he is currently using.

The palm print appears in the distance

An earth-elemental talisman materialized out of thin air and was imprinted on the masked man.

Sizzle... The masked man felt a sudden weakness creeping into his body; not only his body, but even his soul was rapidly weakening. He looked down and saw a horrifying scene.

His body transformed into a handful of golden sand, which poured down like sand from an hourglass...

"No, what's going on? An illusion? An illusion?" He was terrified.

In the blink of an eye, the masked man's body and everything on him, even his soul, turned into golden sand.

This was the first time Song Shuhang had ever witnessed Senior White kill an enemy, and he was deeply shocked— Senior White's magic was so simple and unpretentious, yet incredibly powerful. A cultivator who possessed true qi was reduced to a small handful of yellow sand.

Then, Venerable White gently stroked his right hand. A breeze arose out of thin air, lifting the handful of yellow sand, carrying it out the window, and into the distance, where it merged with the soil.

Outside the window, the night was still deep—meaning that the time for Venerable White to end his seclusion had not yet arrived.

"Senior White, you've emerged from seclusion ahead of schedule?" Song Shuhang breathed a sigh of relief and asked.

"I sensed a very strong killing intent right beside me, so I ended my seclusion and woke up... But it's alright, this was just a short seclusion, and I've almost finished comprehending what I wanted to." Venerable White smiled gently, "Next, after experiencing some more interesting things, I can go back to seclusion. Next time, I can probably go into seclusion for three hundred years straight."

The next seclusion will last three hundred years? Song Shuhang his tongue in surprise.

"Shuhang, you must not slack off in your cultivation. First-Grade Cultivator can only reach the lifespan limit of an ordinary person, about 120 years. Second-Grade Cultivator's lifespan can be increased by about 220 to 240 years. And you need to be at least Third-Grade Cultivator to live to 300 to 400 years." Venerable White said slowly.

Song Shuhang nodded secretly.

"Although there's still a long time before my next retreat... I hope that when I emerge from my retreat, I'll still see you," Venerable White said with a smile.

In other words, Song Shuhang would need to have at least Third-Grade Realm cultivation level to survive until Senior White's next seclusion.

"Is this considered Senior White's blessing? "Song Shuhang wondered to himself.

"I will do my best, Senior White." He said confidently, "By the way, Senior, I have a strange stone here, let me show it to you!"

Then, he took the strange stone out of his pocket.

Above, the leaves of the Onion Lady shrank slightly, as if somewhat afraid of Venerable White.

"This is... Enlightenment Stone?" Senior White took the strange stone. "No wonder. I see you have successfully broken through your Nose Aperture, and even your Ear Aperture are overflowing with Blood Qi. Have you had a fortuitous encounter these past two days?"

"It was a bit of a serendipitous encounter," Song Shuhang chuckled.

At the same time, something occurred to him: Could it be that the masked man had accidentally discovered the Enlightenment Stone on me and wanted to steal it?

He didn't see the masked man's frenzied slaughter of "him" in the 'True Illusion'. The masked man's target was definitely not as simple as the Enlightenment Stone.