Illusory Realm Disturbs the Heart, Evil Eye Holy King's Phantom Image

When it came to the topic of status, Ye Xuan certainly had plenty to say.

Although he didn't have a bevy of beauties surrounding him like an imperial prince, he did have a master and a senior sister—both stunning beauties within arm's reach... Ahem.

"Together with the Holy Maiden Hu Liena? Could it be that you are the Pope's second disciple, the Holy Son Ye Xuan?!"

Hearing Zhuqing reveal his identity, a great sense of satisfaction welled up in Ye Xuan's heart.

"What? You don't believe it?"

Ye Xuan didn't explicitly confirm it, but his words effectively affirmed his identity.

Zhuqing was shocked; she never expected that the person who saved her would be that young Holy Son from Martial Soul Hall who was the same age as her!

"No, I believe you."

A prodigy with close ties to the Holy Maiden of Martial Soul Hall, holding a Pope's Order, and capable of rescuing her from a pack of Evil Eye Tigers—the only person who could satisfy all three conditions was that highly favored young Holy Son of Martial Soul Hall.

"Hm? You believe me just like that? How boring..."

Ye Xuan shook his head, then handed the tattered, dried-out leather garment he had set aside to Zhuqing.

"Use the tiger skin to cover the gaps."

Feeling Ye Xuan's gesture, a warmth spread through Zhuqing's heart.

However, the favorable impression of Ye Xuan that had just risen in her heart plummeted instantly, because he was currently staring at her without blinking.

That gaze looked as if he were just waiting to watch her change clothes...

"Ye... Ye Xuan, could you please..."

"No. I like girls with good figures. Someone like you—I like you, and I love looking at you."

Ye Xuan's blunt, straightforward answer made Zhuqing's cheeks flush red to the tips of her ears.

It was such a direct response that she couldn't think of a single reason to refute it.

Recalling the state she was in when she woke up, her figure had long since been seen by this young Holy Son. Thinking of this...

"Al... alright."

Zhuqing dressed slowly and methodically, while Ye Xuan nodded repeatedly as he watched.

"Great figure, wide hips, and most importantly, a beautiful face. Not only is she well-suited for childbearing, but the looks of our future children certainly won't be bad either."

Ye Xuan's commentary made Zhuqing want to find a hole to crawl into.

As she finished putting on the leather garment, she cut off a few more pieces of tiger skin to cover the damaged areas around her waist.

Although her body was still somewhat weak, she was already able to stand and walk.

"Let's go. We've been here for over an hour already; we need to reach the center of the Holy King Ruins quickly."

Zhuqing's body was still weak, but so as not to drag down Ye Xuan's pace, she braced herself and pushed forward as fast as she could.

Before they knew it, two hours had passed.

The sky in the Holy King Ruins didn't seem to turn dark.

Even after so much time, the sky remained bright.

Along the way, Ye Xuan and Zhuqing encountered two or three waves of soul beasts, and they even ran into a thousand-year Evil Eye Tiger, but both were slain on the spot by the pair.

The center of the ruins was an extremely vast plain.

There were no soul beasts lurking in the areas near the plain.

However, the Spirit Interference here was extremely severe.

Those with weak spiritual power could be said to be unable to take a single step.

On the outskirts of the plain, Ye Xuan saw many familiar faces.

Yang Zhentian of the Breaking Clan, as well as many other commoner prodigies.

The Star Luo Imperial Family disciples of the Evil Eye White Tiger lineage seemed to be able to go further by relying on the advantages of their martial souls, but even so, many of them had already collapsed.

Zhuqing stood beside Ye Xuan, her figure swaying, her pupils beginning to lose focus.

"Ye Xuan, I... I can't hold on anymore. It seems I won't be able to repay the debt of you saving my life..."

She shook her head desperately, trying to clear her consciousness.

But in the face of that terrifying spiritual pressure, all her efforts were in vain.

"Zhuqing, can you really not hold on?"

He looked at her, steadily supporting Zhuqing, his voice tinged with a hint of skepticism.

"Mm... yes! I can't walk anymore. Ye Xuan, don't worry about me. I'm a burden wherever I go, whether it's in my clan or by your side. Just let me die here. As long as I'm dead..."

Just as Zhuqing wanted to say more disheartening words, Ye Xuan's next sentence cut her off directly.

"Zhuqing, if I were to tell you that I have the ability to take you out of here, what would you say?"

Hearing his words, Zhu Zhuqing responded almost without a moment's hesitation.

Because she could feel her consciousness becoming increasingly blurred, terrified that she might fall completely unconscious in this sunless, lightless place at any second.

"Whatever you want... whatever it is, I will agree to it all..."

As the words fell, Zhu Zhuqing's consciousness plunged completely into a faint.

Ye Xuan did not forcibly take Zhu Zhuqing away, but instead laid her down gently upon the grass.

At this moment, she was just like the others he had encountered before, trapped in a deep coma under the pressure of the Holy King Will.

"Heh, Evil Eye Holy King, you really have played a clever hand."

Ye Xuan looked back at the many soul master geniuses who had fainted across the grassland, a trace of coldness appearing in his eyes.

With that, he walked directly toward the interior of the plain where the mental pressure was even stronger.

As he stepped further into the depths, he suddenly felt a hint of mental resistance.

However, for him, having fused with the mental power of the Sky Dream Ice Silkworm, this amounted to nothing at all.

After breaking through the obstruction, he discovered that the environment around him had changed.

By the time he realized what had happened, he found that he had already returned to Martial Soul Hall.

"Where am I...?"

Ye Xuan discovered that he was currently dressed in festive red groom's attire, and sitting before him was Hu Liena, wearing a phoenix coronet and ceremonial robes.

Ning Rongrong was being pulled to the side by Xiao Wu, sulking with jealousy, while Zhu Zhuqing, acting as a bridesmaid, was looking at Hu Liena with a face full of envy.

At this moment, their appearances had changed significantly; the youthful awkwardness was gone, replaced by a touch of maturity.

"Ye Xuan, after tonight, Senior Sister will officially belong to you."

Hu Liena's voice was filled with charm and allure.

Seeing this scene, a knowing smile appeared at the corners of Ye Xuan's mouth.

At this moment.

The "Hu Liena" standing before him had a trace of mockery in the corners of her eyes.

Just as she was about to step forward to embrace Ye Xuan, her figure froze in place the very next second.

"Hu Liena" looked at him with eyes full of astonishment, her face brimming with disbelief.

"Heh, Evil Eye Holy King, your acting is a bit too clumsy. My dear Senior Sister would never address me by my full name, and my future wedding would never be as cramped and rushed as this illusion of yours."

A cold sneer hung on Ye Xuan's face, while the "Hu Liena" standing before him revealed a playful glint in her eyes.

"Human, you are truly very interesting."

In the next second, the illusion surrounding Ye Xuan vanished instantly, and an illusory white tiger with heterochromatic red and blue eyes appeared before him.

"But it is a pity that you are not my descendant, and as of now, you still have not passed my trial."