Chapter 793: Good Disciple Enters the Embrace 27

It's a pity that such words produce no emotional fluctuation for Ling Xu.

He would only find it extremely noisy.

Considering that this person still wears the Xuanzong Sect uniform, Ling Xu merely refrained from directly killing this boy who only spouts crazy talk.

However, there isn't much of a good attitude either.

He stood up, hands behind his back.

Leaving Duskcloud Peak, the true self has no intention of taking any disciples.

Looking up at this face that is clearly extremely familiar, Fei Mian still feels very unfamiliar.

Master…

He murmured, as if he had figured something out.

At such a close distance, yet he could not smell the master's sandalwood scent.

Moreover, the master had never treated him like this before.

So…

Fei Mian looked up, the fragile dependent expression vanished—'You are not my master.'

The moment these words were spoken, all his confused thoughts cleared.

Fei Mian's eyes grew clear, and he repeated it again.

You are not the master… this is not real!

At the same time, he saw Ling Xu's waist, where that jade pendant he had never seen before appeared.

Illusion… to escape the illusion, one must find a place different from before.

The master never had this jade pendant.

As his thoughts flowed, Fei Mian's body shifted instantly and he thrust out a short blade.

Ling Xu's eyes flickered slightly, as if he hadn't expected him to detect the anomaly so quickly; with a flick of his sleeve he easily subdued the boy's attack.

But Fei Mian's goal was not to defeat him.

Rather, it was to obtain the jade pendant.

His wrist restrained, Fei Mian gritted his teeth, turned, endured the pain of twisting bones, bit the jade pendant at his waist, and fell to the ground in an extremely bizarre posture.

He clutched the jade pendant, his mind filled only with the thought of leaving.

This illusion is simply too despairing.

Fei Mian even dared not imagine what he would become if this were real.

A world without the master is not fun at all.

Everything around seemed to melt away.

When he opened his eyes again, Fei Mian smelled a familiar sandalwood fragrance.

Master…

He had not yet detached from the previous emotion, yet he collided with Jin Chen's somewhat worried gaze.

Fei Mian's mouth twitched slightly, he sat up and flung himself into Jin Chen's embrace, his voice trembling, 'Master… I hurt.'

Jin Chen thought he had suffered some injury, 'Where does it hurt? Let me have a look, Master.'

Logically speaking, unless it's death, injuries sustained in an illusion shouldn't be carried over.

Fei Mian, however, shook his head; tears rubbed against his collar, the tip of his nose sore, yet he did not want to let out a sob.

It's not pain now; he just wanted to confirm whether he had truly left the illusion.

Seemingly understanding something, Jin Chen slightly furrowed his brows, gently soothing the back of the person in his embrace, letting him gradually calm down.

Was it that you saw the master attacking you in the illusion?

He had almost hit the nail on the head.

Fei Mian instinctively nodded, then a few seconds later hurriedly shook his head, denying in a muffled voice.

That is not the master.

He stared up at Jin Chen's face, softly sobbing, the corners of his eyes reddened, 'Is it?'

Yes.

Jin Chen felt heartbroken, his cool fingertips lightly stroking the corner of the eye, the action extremely gentle, 'That is not me.'

Don't cry, be good.

In his dim eyes, a light gradually appeared; Fei Mian still refused to leave the embrace, clinging like a sloth.

What is there in the master's illusion?

Even though he's heartbroken to this extent, he's still curious about him.

Jin Chen helplessly chuckled, brushing away the hair before his forehead, 'I also saw you, but…'

He drew out his tone, deliberately selling a cliffhanger, and thus saw the boy in his embrace grow ever more curious, to the point of forgetting his sorrow.

However, the you in the illusion seems to have grown up quite a bit, and also… become much better-looking.

Fei Mian immediately sat upright, the redness at the corners of his eyes not yet faded, two flushes flew onto his cheeks, 'Really? And then?'

Then he invited the master to bathe together.

Jin Chen said this very calmly, but his eyes held a hint of teasing.

Cough cough cough!

Fei Mian was frightened into repeated coughing, his eyes wide open.

How could this be!

How could the him in the master's heart be so… reckless!

He certainly isn't the real him!

In the past five years, let alone bathing together, I haven't even seen Master take a bath.

However, the illusion likely arises from a deep‑seated obsession……Why on earth would Master see this?!

Chaotic thoughts filled his mind, Fei Mian feels feels like he's about to burn up.

He suddenly dove back into Jin Chen's embrace, refusing to lift his head.

【Detected Villain Heartthrob Value +20, total 45!】

The smile at his lips grew deeper; Jin Chen embraced the person, gave a pat, lifted his eyes to survey the mist‑filled maze— the thick fog posed no hindrance to his sight.

Many have already collapsed on the ground, unable to wake; they are the sort who remain forever lost in the illusion, unable to awaken.

Others suddenly appeared covered in wounds, dying with eyes unclosed.

The Xuanzong Sect had immortal masters who specifically trained against illusions, so the disciples remained relatively clear‑headed; seeing they were unharmed, Jin Chen paid them no mind.

"Junior Uncle Fei Mian! Hurry over!"

Xu Lan and Su Qi dragged a person over, looking anxious; Fei Mian lifted his head in doubt, "What's wrong?"

Without pausing to wonder why this master‑disciple pair were embracing in the illusion, Xu Lan caught his breath and said, "Qiu Shi… he just won't wake up, and he keeps murmuring your name."

At this moment, many Xuanzong Sect disciples had awakened; hearing this, their eyes flickered with interest, darting between Fei Mian and Qiu Shi.

Such gazes made Fei Mian feel deeply offended, and moreover utterly bewildered.

But he didn't dwell on it, stepped closer to look, and muttered a sentence.

"What's the point of muttering my name? Does he intend to kill me in this illusion?"

Su Qi's mouth twitched slightly; "I think that's not what he means."

Otherwise, why would Qiu Shi's face be flushed and his temperature rising?

Jin Chen stared at the person's flushed face on the ground, his expression still somewhat pleased, when a flicker of killing intent flashed in his eyes.

"Mianbao, come over."

"Oh, okay."

Fei Mian obediently listened, returned to Master's side, glanced strangely at the person on the ground, and said, "Why don't you just choke him awake?"

A disciple joked, "Junior Uncle, don't you know? In this illusion you only see the person you have in your heart."

The implication was clear to everyone's hearts.

"Are you that idle?"

Jin Chen gave a cold glance, his voice icy to the extreme.

The disciple's smile vanished instantly, unaware which part had offended the Spirit Order Elder; he hurriedly hid behind a few senior brothers, daring not to joke further.

When he looked again at the person on the ground, Jin Chen flicked his fingertip, releasing a stream of qi.

It instantly turned to ice in the air, striking squarely at Qiu Shi's brow.

A freezing chill spread instantly, causing even the nearby disciples to shiver.

Qiu Shi, too, was awakened by Jin Chen in this intense freeze, his body trembling involuntarily.

He instinctively sought Fei Mian, but what met his eyes were the Spirit Order Elder's gaze, as cold as a killing god's.

As if his unbearable thoughts had been laid bare, Qiu Shi hastily averted his gaze, daring not to lift his head again.