Crowned by the Treacherous Big Shot

Chapter 907 907: (6)

Meng Lang laughed, "Now you regret chasing people away, don't you?"

Tan'er punched him on the head, knocking him to the ground.

Chen Long said coldly, "Since it's an illusion, destroy it. I refuse to believe that if we demolish all the shops on this street, the illusion can still persist! Fall back, everyone."

Meng Lang, with a large bump on his head, quickly rolled to the side.

The others also retreated a few steps.

Chen Long drew out his heavy sword, infusing the blade with inner strength.

The sound of dragon roars seemed to echo in everyone's ears.

With one strike, he could split mountains and rivers.

With another, he could pacify heaven and earth.

With two thunderous bangs, the shops collapsed; the whole street turned into a wasteland under the yellow sand in the air.

Chen Long led everyone across the ruins.

To their utter disbelief, half an hour later, they found themselves back at the same spot.

The shops, which should have been destroyed, stood intact by the roadside once more.

Meng Lang was dumbfounded, "No way?"

Meng Qianqian said, "It seems brute force won't work."

Si Snake asked, "Did you bring any Gu worms?"

Meng Qianqian sighed, "The Gu worms all died from the heat, even the Golden Silkworm Gu inside me has fallen into a deep sleep."

Thinking of this, she felt an immense heartache.

The Gu worms given to her by her Miao King grandfather were extremely precious, but except for the Golden Silkworm Gu, all perished before completing their mission.

Only now did everyone truly understand the dreadfulness of Ancient Phoenix Town.

Even Meng Lang dared not underestimate it anymore.

Subsequently, the group tried various methods, including splitting into two groups and setting out from different directions, but all ended in failure.

Ban Xia was completely exhausted.

Tan'er carried her on his back.

Trapped within the illusion, the most terrifying aspect wasn't the exhaustion, but the absence of water sources, which would eventually lead to their deaths from dehydration.

Meng Qianqian said, "If only Ji Li were here, he has a compass."

Speak of the devil.

"Who's thinking of this Commander Guard?"

A white-haired, mystic-robed man appeared with a snap of his folding fan, striking a cool pose on the rooftop behind Meng Qianqian.

Meng Qianqian twitched her lips, "You're at it again. Can't go a day without showing off, can you?"

Ji Li executed Qinggong, leaping down from the rooftop, and walked up to Meng Qianqian. "Finally remembering the merits of this Commander Guard? Know now that my abilities are the strongest?"

Meng Qianqian gave him a sidelong glance, "Why are you here? Did Princess Wanping let you go?"

Ji Li chuckled, "This Commander Guard goes wherever he pleases; can a mere woman control me?"

Meng Qianqian said, "I'll make a note of that and report back to the Princess later."

Ji Li said, "Do you still want the compass?"

Meng Qianqian replied, "No."

Ji Li said, "..."

Ji Li cleared his throat, "Look, the compass of this Commander Guard is quite expensive, plus, in this scorching desert where your Gu worms died, my compass has also faced setbacks. Using it consumes a lot."

Meng Qianqian said, "Speak plainly."

Ji Li extended his hand, "Five copper coins!"

Meng Qianqian handed him a five-taels note.

Ji Li's eyes lit up as he quickly pocketed the silver.

Meng Qianqian gave him a peculiar look.

Ji Li asked, "What are you looking at me like that for?"

Meng Qianqian narrowed her eyes, "You're not Ji Li."

Ji Li declared righteously, "This Commander Guard is Ji Li! Have you failed to recognize me?"

Meng Qianqian pointed to his chest, "You earned five taels of silver from me."

Ji Li said, "So what?"

Meng Qianqian said, "And yet, you weren't hit by lightning."

Ji Li, "…!!"

Meng Qianqian's gaze turned cold, she swiftly struck Ji Li.

Ji Li lightly tapped the tip of his foot, darting back ten steps.

But it was too late.

Meng Qianqian's hand technique was a feint, while the silver needle from her other hand had already flown out, grazing Ji Li's cheek.

His familiar face gradually changed.

Meng Qianqian squinted carefully, "It's you!"

Wasn't this the man who, in the desert, attempted to steal her mother's silver hairpin, mistakenly taken for her father?

The man reached directly for Meng Qianqian's face.

Meng Qianqian raised her hand, gripping his wrist.

His gaze fell on the hairpin atop her head.

Meng Qianqian asked sharply, "Who on earth are you? Why do you want this hairpin?"

She didn't mention it was her mother's hairpin.

Without knowing his identity, she couldn't fully trust him.

The man didn't answer.

The two continued to spar.

Meng Qianqian noticed that Lu Yuan and his group were nowhere to be seen.

She understood that she had not simply lost them.

Instead, she had fallen into a new illusion.

No, perhaps not a new one.

Everything that happened earlier was all her illusion.

She had vaguely sensed something amiss, but hadn't pinpointed what it was.

Now realizing, if it's an illusion, naturally, everyone experiences their own.

How could everyone share the same illusion?

"But regardless, you are real!"

Meng Qianqian unhesitatingly drew her blade and thrust it toward him.

His movement technique was incredibly bizarre, managing to evade her attack.

In terms of martial arts, Meng Qianqian was confident she could outperform him.

But his movement technique—

Meng Qianqian was getting a headache again.

She clutched her head and knelt on one knee.

Was another memory surfacing?

Precisely at this critical moment—

"I remember now, your Qinggong is called Heavenly Cloud Step, it's a Qinggong my father created—he said he'd teach it to me when I grew up—you—who on earth are you—"

The man seized the moment and snatched the hairpin from Meng Qianqian's head.

Then, without lingering, he turned to leave.

"Give the hairpin back to me—"

Meng Qianqian swept her sleeves, the silver needles scattered like heavenly flowers, forming a dense rain of needles rushing toward the man's back.

Swish!

The man rose into the air, evading the Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles.

However, at this moment, the Golden Silkworm Gu inside Meng Qianqian suddenly awakened.

It emitted a shrill that only Gu worms could hear.

The man clutched his chest in pain, falling from mid-air, and the hairpin rolled aside.

He reached for the hairpin.

Yet, Meng Qianqian was one step ahead, using her silver needle to hit the hairpin into the air.

Then she employed Qinggong, firmly grasping the hairpin.

When she looked again, the man had vanished from the scene.

If not for the blood traces on the ground, she would have thought what happened was another illusion.

She clutched her chest.

"The awakening of the Golden Silkworm Gu proves it wasn't an illusion."

The surroundings transformed; it was already afternoon, not noon as she believed.

She took a deep breath and said to the Golden Silkworm Gu, "Luckily, you woke up."

The Golden Silkworm Gu had shattered her illusion.

Thinking about it, she ought to be grateful for that man's appearance.

If not for the fight waking the Golden Silkworm Gu, she might not have broken free so easily.

The first person Meng Qianqian found was Yu Zichuan.

She woke him from his illusion.

"What did you just see?"

She asked.

"I was back in the Capital City,"

He replied, "It was strange; I thought I was dreaming, but in the dream, I felt pain, it was too real."

Meng Qianqian remarked, "As expected, everyone sees different illusions."

"And you?"

He asked.

"It's a long story, let's talk as we walk."

Meng Qianqian led Yu Zichuan to find their next teammate.

The second was Tan'er with Ban Xia.

Ban Xia had already fainted, and Tan'er was carrying her, staggering as he walked.