Invincibility Begins with a Super Fairy Manny

Chapter 2820: Chapter 2821: Crisis

Hearing this, the faintly burning flame in Lu Hui’s eyes suddenly blazed up.

"I understand!"

With that, Lu Hui waved his hand. "Gather all the injured and unconscious together!"

"But in their current condition, if we don’t treat them..."

Lu Hui shook his head. "Their condition can’t be treated by ordinary means. For now, all we can do is wait for the outcome from inside!"

"Wait for the outcome from inside?" The speaker looked completely baffled.

Lu Hui took a deep breath. He didn’t explain much, only said in a low voice, "You all stay here and keep watch. I’ll go in once."

"No!"

Lu Hui’s proposal was immediately opposed by the entire Qisi Poetry Society.

"You’re the senior brother of Qisi Poetry Society, everyone relies on you. How can you take risks so lightly? Let me go instead!" a Great Scholar said.

"Forget it. With your meager ability, even if you go in you won’t solve anything. I’ll go!" someone beside him retorted.

These Great Scholars spoke up one after another, all wanting to go in and find out what was going on.

Just at this moment, a deep shout came from the distant sky.

"Wait a moment, I’m coming!"

As the voice fell, a figure landed on the ancient stone platform of Qisi Poetry Society. It was none other than Tang Zheng, who was supposed to be behind closed doors reflecting on his mistakes at Repentance Cliff.

Seeing his arrival, the Great Scholars were all taken aback.

"Why are you here?"

"Exactly, shouldn’t you be at Repentance Cliff right now?"

Tang Zheng’s expression looked very grim, for he had already noticed the injured lying everywhere. He spoke in a deep voice.

"Yes, I was indeed at Repentance Cliff, but just now I suddenly sensed the bloodline connection with my younger sister severed, and at the same time the Divine Sense connection of many Disciples in the society was cut off. I knew then that something big had happened, so I rushed over immediately!"

As he spoke, Tang Zheng looked at Lu Hui.

"Senior brother, what exactly is going on?"

Before Lu Hui could explain, someone at the side had already recounted what had happened.

After listening, Tang Zheng’s face changed drastically, and he immediately said, "So that means my sister is still inside, her life and death uncertain?"

Lu Hui nodded.

"No, I’m going in to find her!" Tang Zheng said, and was about to move.

Lu Hui reached out to stop him. "You can’t go!"

"Why?" Tang Zheng pressed anxiously, a red gleam faintly surfacing in his eyes.

He had only this one younger sister, Tang Xiao. The brother and sister had depended on each other since childhood. Now that Tang Xiao was trapped within the strange fog, her life and death unknown, how could he not be anxious as her elder brother?

"It’s not just you who can’t go, they can’t either. Don’t be hasty. It’s not that I doubt your strength, but none of you can achieve what I have—True Sincerity of the Literary Heart!"

True Sincerity of the Literary Heart...

Hearing these four words, all the Great Scholars fell into deep thought.

None of those present were ordinary people; naturally they understood what those four words signified.

Very soon someone hesitated and asked, "You mean... this strange fog is related to Heart Realm and Cultivation Level?"

Lu Hui nodded. "That’s right. There are no wounds on the bodies of these injured, yet they show all the signs of having suffered grievous harm. There’s only one explanation—that they’re all trapped in an illusion, which ultimately led to this outcome!"

His words were like a jolt from a dream. Whether Tang Zheng or the Great Scholars present, all their faces changed dramatically.

"What kind of illusion could have such terrifying lethality?"

"Exactly, I’ve never heard of an illusion that could simultaneously ensnare so many elite Disciples of the academies!"

In these Great Scholars’ understanding, no matter how formidable an illusion was, it was still just an illusion; once you saw through it, it had little killing power.

But the academy Disciples lying unconscious all over the ground now shattered their fixed impression of illusions.

"Of course you haven’t heard of it, because this illusion is by no means ordinary." Lu Hui lifted his head and murmured.

Then he lowered his gaze back to Tang Zheng. "After I go in, this place will be in your hands for the time being. Remember—you must not act rashly!"

Tang Zheng had wanted to say more, but when he saw the extreme seriousness in Lu Hui’s expression, he couldn’t help closing his mouth and then nodded heavily.

"Alright. Then, senior brother, you must be careful!"

Lu Hui gave a slight smile, but did not reply. He stomped his foot and his whole body shot into the air, and in the blink of an eye he plunged into that eerie fog.

At the same time, Tang Xiao was experiencing the greatest crisis of her life.

Tang Xiao was among the first batch to enter the Heavenly Stair passage.

But not long after she stepped in, she sensed something amiss.

First of all, the people around her who had charged into the passage alongside her suddenly all vanished.

What replaced them was milky-white mist, so dense it seemed impossible to disperse.

Tang Xiao immediately grew alert.

This mist was clearly problematic; otherwise the noisy surroundings wouldn’t have fallen into dead silence so suddenly.

She didn’t understand how a simple climb of the Heavenly Stair could suddenly turn into this.

But danger was right before her eyes, leaving her no time to think. She took a deep breath and readied herself to face an enemy.

And just then, a figure slowly emerged within the fog ahead, accompanied by the sound of a woman sobbing. In this deathly silent fog, the crying sounded especially chilling.

The moment the crying entered her ears, Tang Xiao’s mind wavered slightly, and then she heard a gentle yet infinitely grief-stricken voice at her ear.

"My child, where are you..."

This is...

Tang Xiao’s eyes slowly widened, and then she saw the fog ahead gradually disperse, revealing the figure of a woman.

When she saw this woman, Tang Xiao couldn’t help but shudder, and then cried out a word in disbelief.

"Mother?"

With her shout, the image of the woman before her quickly solidified.

From vague and ethereal, she turned into a living, breathing person.

It was a woman of forty to fifty years of age, dressed in fine brocade, with smooth features—a noblewoman clearly long accustomed to a life of ease and privilege.

When Tang Xiao saw the noblewoman’s face clearly, her eyes instantly reddened, and she called out again, loudly.

"Mother!"

This time, there was no trace of doubt in her tone, only boundless sorrow and grievance.

Upon hearing her cry, deep grief surfaced on the noblewoman’s face as well.

"My child, you’ve made your mother search so bitterly for you! Where have you been all these years?"

As she spoke, the noblewoman strode quickly forward.

Tang Xiao’s tears fell like rain. "All these years I’ve been living with my elder brother. I thought you and my father were both already dead! Mother, how did you suddenly appear here?"

"Silly child, back then your father and I did indeed die. But a wisp of your mother’s spirit remained unextinguished, always secretly watching over you both. This time you’ve encountered great calamity, and your mother simply couldn’t rest easy, so I found a way to manifest!"

As she spoke, the noblewoman had already come to stand before Tang Xiao.

Her face was full of gentle, loving smiles as she reached out, intending to draw Tang Xiao into an embrace.