The scene before Ye Qiu shifted again. He stood at the bathroom door, witnessing Zhang Lili and Guo Shaocong shamelessly embracing each other.
“These past few days have been suffocating me.”
“I’m still in the middle of a shower, look at how impatient you are…”
“Is Ye Qiu a bastard? What’s the story? Tell me quickly.”
“Ye Qiu doesn’t even know who his real parents are.”
“No way, who did his mother have him with? Even if it was with a dog, she’d at least know the dog’s name, right?”
“Ye Qiu, why are you back?”
“I must have been blind to ever fall for a loser like you.”
“Kid, want to watch a live show? I can perform with Lili for you.”
“Damn it, you dare hit me? I’ll kill you.”
Guo Shaocong’s fists rained down on Ye Qiu.
*Bang!*
Ye Qiu threw a punch, golden light blazing, and in an instant, the shadows of Guo Shaocong and Zhang Lili vanished without a trace.
Then, another figure appeared before him.
Lin Jingzhi!
Lin Jingzhi reclined on a bed, wearing provocative clothing that barely covered her, stirring the blood.
“Husband, where have you been these days? I’ve missed you so much, come here~”
Lin Jingzhi beckoned with a finger, her stunning face adorned with a seductive smile.
As she spoke, she deliberately lifted her clothes slightly, making her long, fair legs appear even more alluring.
*Gulp!*
Ye Qiu swallowed hard, walking towards Lin Jingzhi.
“Husband, hurry up!” Lin Jingzhi threw her arms around Ye Qiu, nestling into his embrace, cooing, “Husband, kiss me.”
Ye Qiu leaned down, about to kiss her, when suddenly he saw the smile on Lin Jingzhi’s face vanish, replaced by a look of murderous intent.
“You filthy man, go die!”
Lin Jingzhi produced a dagger from nowhere and stabbed it into Ye Qiu’s heart.
Blood flowed down the blade.
In that moment, Ye Qiu felt excruciating pain throughout his body, nearly fainting.
“No, Sister Lin loves me so much, she’d never harm me. This is an illusion.”
“I’m still in the illusion.”
Ye Qiu hurriedly activated the Nine-Turn Dragon Art. Nine strands of innate true qi appeared above his head, casting golden light to shield his entire body.
Suddenly, the Lin Jingzhi before him disappeared, and he saw Qian Jinglan.
Qian Jinglan was covered in blood, standing not far away, smiling at Ye Qiu. As she smiled, blood began to flow from her mouth, nose, ears, and eyes.
“Mum!” Ye Qiu cried out in alarm, “Mum, what’s wrong?”
Qian Jinglan sobbed, “Qiu’er, save your father.”
“What’s happened to Father?” Ye Qiu asked urgently.
“Wushuang is dying, Qiu’er, I don’t know what to do, wuu wuu…”
“Mum, take me to Father quickly…”
*Buzz!*
Suddenly, a violent tremor came from the Qiankun bag, followed by a *boom*. A Qiankun Cauldron flew out, hovering before Ye Qiu.
“Why did the Qiankun Cauldron come out on its own?”
Puzzled, Ye Qiu grabbed the cauldron’s leg.
Instantly, a cool sensation flowed from the Qiankun Cauldron into his body, as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over him, clearing his mind instantly.
Looking again, Qian Jinglan was gone, and he was back in the dense forest.
Not far away, Abe Seikuu sat cross-legged on the ground, hands still forming seals, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.
“How is this possible?”
“How could you break free from my illusion?”
“How did you do it?”
Abe Seikuu, shocked and furious, demanded answers from Ye Qiu.
The scenes Ye Qiu had witnessed—Ye Wushuang, Zhang Lili, Guo Shaocong, Lin Jingzhi, Qian Jinglan, and others—were all illusions crafted by Abe Seikuu’s illusion technique.
A skilled Onmyoji could use powerful mental energy to create illusions through their techniques.
Once an enemy was trapped in an illusion, their mind would be guided by the Onmyoji, conjuring various scenarios. If they couldn’t break free, they would, at best, go mad, or at worst, die.
As the former head of the Onmyoji family, Abe Seikuu had never failed with his illusion techniques, yet Ye Qiu had managed to escape.
He was stunned!
Utterly shocked!
Moreover, when an Onmyoji’s illusion is broken, they suffer a backlash.
This was why blood dripped from Abe Seikuu’s mouth.
Ye Qiu’s escape had caused him severe backlash.
“A mere illusion technique thinks it can trap me?”
Ye Qiu snorted coldly, glancing at the Qiankun Cauldron in his hand.
When Qian Jinglan appeared, he had nearly been consumed by the illusion. At the critical moment, the Qiankun Cauldron emerged, helping him break free.
“Since I obtained the three Qiankun Cauldrons, I’ve studied them for a long time but never uncovered their secrets.”
“I didn’t expect the Qiankun Cauldron to have such an ability.”
“I’ll need to take some time to study it further.”
Ye Qiu’s gaze turned icy, locking onto Abe Seikuu, ready to kill him.
Sensing Ye Qiu’s killing intent, Miyamoto Takekawa hurriedly asked, “Abe Seikuu, do you need my help?”
“No need,” Abe Seikuu not only rejected Miyamoto Takekawa’s offer but added, “No matter what happens later, you must not interfere, or don’t blame me for turning against you.”
Then, turning to Ye Qiu, he said, “Ye Qiu, you think breaking my illusion means I can’t handle you?”
“I’m telling you, capturing you is child’s play for me.”
*Boom!*
Abe Seikuu suddenly erupted, nineteen streams of dragon qi appearing behind him, exuding a terrifying aura.
“Didn’t expect this neither-man-nor-woman guy to be a mid-stage Venerable realm powerhouse.”
Ye Qiu’s heart tightened.
Abe Seikuu’s hands swiftly formed seals in front of him. In an instant, the nineteen streams of dragon qi transformed into nineteen massive blades.
Each blade, several metres long, radiated terrifying blade aura that shook the heavens and earth.
*Boom!*
The nineteen massive blades slashed down from the sky.
Having lost the Emperor’s Sword and lacking a suitable weapon, Ye Qiu wielded the Qiankun Cauldron, smashing it against the blade aura.
Though the Qiankun Cauldron was immensely heavy, Ye Qiu wielded it with ease and grace.
*Clang, clang, clang—*
The blade aura formed by the dragon qi clashed with the Qiankun Cauldron, sparks flying.
Ye Qiu noticed the Qiankun Cauldron was incredibly durable, not even a scratch left by the blade aura.
“What a treasure, I wonder if the Qiankun Cauldron has other uses?”
Distracted for a moment, a blade grazed Ye Qiu’s hand.
*Puff!*
A cut appeared on the back of his hand.
Golden blood spurted out, splashing onto the Qiankun Cauldron.
The next second, the Qiankun Cauldron blazed with light, as if coming to life.
