Chapter 646: Bizarre Illusion

Ye Lin stood there, stunned.

Tell the hospital you have no money for treatment?

My god, what kind of genius brain could come up with such a sharp and incisive solution.

Hearing this, Ye Lin felt the wrinkles on his cerebral cortex being smoothed out in that instant; it was so comfortable he felt like he might just defecate on the spot.

This short sentence was, to him, nothing short of a divine revelation!

"Many thanks for your guidance, Mr.!"

Ye Lin ran excitedly to the hospital front desk, found the nurse, and explained his intention in a few concise words.

"Hello, I have no money left for treatment."

The nurse was startled for a moment and hurriedly flipped through Ye Lin's medical records.

A moment later, the nurse breathed a sigh of relief.

"Ye Lin, right? Don't worry, a Mr. Xie, claiming to be your father-in-law, has pre-paid five million in hospitalization fees for you. You can rest assured and receive treatment."

Ye Lin: "?"

What kind of bastard is this guy surnamed Xie? Shelling out five million for hospitalization fees? Ye Lin couldn't decide for a moment if this person loved him or hated him.

The hospitalization fee at this mental hospital was about two thousand a month; five million could keep him there for two hundred and eight years.

"Damn it!"

Ye Lin cursed the man's ancestors for eighteen generations, then returned to the corner in disappointment and found that middle-aged man again.

"Friend, the hospitalization fee I've pre-paid is enough to last me until my next life. Are there any other ways to leave that don't involve money?" Ye Lin asked.

"Are you in such a hurry to leave this place?"

The middle-aged man was still calculating something, his tone calm, capable of smoothing out the restlessness in one's heart.

"Yes." Ye Lin nodded.

"Then have you ever thought about why you want to leave this place?" The middle-aged man stopped his pen and looked at Ye Lin with a smile.

"Because..."

Ye Lin stopped there, suddenly stunned.

Because he couldn't remember why he wanted to leave this place; he just had a simple, impulsive urge to leave.

He discovered with horror that he couldn't even remember who he was.

The fact that his name was Ye Lin was something he had only just learned from that female doctor.

"Don't be in a hurry to move forward; stop and think first. Who are you? Where are you going? Where is your final destination? If you haven't thought it through, you might as well stay here for now."

The middle-aged man pushed up his glasses and smiled faintly.

Ye Lin nodded with a dazed expression.

This scene made the nine Peak Masters of the Profound Cloud Sect anxious.

"Not good! I thought that if he could leave this place called a mental hospital, he would be able to break the illusion, but that man, in just a few words, has actually disrupted Ye Lin's Dao heart!"

"Should we stop the illusion and pull him out? I feel that if this continues, he might never get out, and could even develop a heart demon!"

"I agree. I have never seen anyone step into the Heart-Questioning Pool and encounter such a bizarre illusion!"

The nine Peak Masters were discussing it, but just then, the middle-aged man in the scene suddenly raised his head and glanced at the sky with a half-smile.

The nine Peak Masters felt their hearts skip a beat. Every one of them, taken individually, was a prominent figure on the Longevity Continent, and their strength was beyond doubt.

Yet at this moment, for the first time, they felt a long-lost emotion—an emotion called fear!

"Just now, did that man in the illusion look at us?"

"It seems so... but how is this possible? This illusion is a projection of Ye Lin's inner depths; apart from him, everyone else should be fake!"

"Xuan Jizi, quickly cast a divination and see what's going on!"

Xuan Jizi was the Peak Master of the Heart Peak, and his art of divination was quite famous throughout the Longevity Continent.

Without a word, Xuan Jizi immediately cast a hexagram.

But before the hexagram could settle, the entire Profound Cloud Sect went pitch black.

Xuan Jizi looked up and felt as if the sky had collapsed!

"Tribulation clouds pressing down for a hundred thousand miles?!"

"Damn it! I'm not calculating anymore, I'm really not calculating!"

Xuan Jizi was pale with fright; he had been divining his whole life and had never seen such a terrifying omen.

Tribulation clouds pressing down for a hundred thousand miles—even he would be struck dead by that.

Usually, only monsters rejected by the Heavenly Dao would attract such terrifying tribulation clouds. What right did he, Xuan Jizi, have to deserve this?

Strangely enough, the tribulation clouds came and went quickly; the moment Xuan Jizi withdrew his divination, the clouds dissipated instantly.

Most cultivators in the Profound Cloud Sect only felt as if something had flashed by.

Only a few top-tier cultivators could perceive how terrifying the killing intent from the heavens had just been.

The nine Peak Masters looked at each other; they never imagined that the inner illusion of a Spirit-Gathering Realm disciple could trigger such a terrifying chain reaction.

"Should we stop the illusion? This Ye Lin's illusion is too bizarre."

"I agree. I've known Xuan Jizi for so long, and this is the first time I've seen him so scared that he even leaked a few drops of urine."

"Pull him out of the Heart-Questioning Pool; there are many ways to test a Dao heart."

The nine Peak Masters made up their minds and prepared to stop the illusion.

But just then, an ethereal female voice rang out in the ears of all nine Peak Masters simultaneously.

"Let him continue."

The nine Peak Masters were all shocked, for this was the voice of the Profound Cloud Sect Master, Fang Xitui!

Fang Xitui had been in closed-door seclusion for a hundred years, seeking to reach a higher level, and had been unheard of since; all matters of the Profound Cloud Sect had been left to the nine Peak Masters to handle.

They never expected that a Spirit-Gathering Realm disciple entering the Heart-Questioning Pool today would actually disturb her.

Seeing that the Sect Master had spoken, the nine Peak Masters could only continue to watch and wait.

Inside the illusion.

Ye Lin had gradually grown accustomed to life in the mental hospital.

Wake up and wash at six-thirty, then free time; breakfast and medication at seven-thirty.

Doctors and nurses do rounds at eight-thirty; after that, he could watch TV, listen to music, play cards, or read the newspaper.

Lunch at ten-thirty, nap until two-thirty after eating, wake up for afternoon tea, then continue playing cards and watching TV.

Dinner at four-thirty, continue playing cards and watching TV after eating, take a bath when the time was right, then take medicine and sleep at eight-thirty—and that was how a day passed.

Days flowed by, but Ye Lin still had no answer to the questions the middle-aged man had asked him.

Who was he? Where was he going? Where was his final destination?

Does a person really live for 365 days, or do they just live one day 365 times?

Even if he left this mental hospital, would it really be better outside?

Then what was the point of him leaving here?

Or rather, what was the meaning of being alive at all?

What in this world was real, and what was fake?

These questions plagued him, and Ye Lin could not find an answer no matter how hard he tried.

He became a walking corpse, the most silent patient in the mental hospital.

One day, Ye Lin was staring blankly.

A large face leaned in close to him; it was Patient No. 56, who had taught him about food compatibility when he first opened his eyes.

"I've been observing you for a long time, you're not right! Did you secretly eat honey and Chinese cabbage together?"