The evil woman cultivates immortality, and the whole clan offers sacrifice to the heaven

"The fourth round of assessment has ended. Duobao Pavilion will be closed soon. Everyone will be sent out of Duobao Pavilion after one stick of incense."

"The assessment is over?"

Meng Wan frowned and asked the spirit loudly, "Didn't I pass the assessment? Why was I sent out of Duobao Pavilion?"

The spirit of the weapon explained, "The fifth round of assessment will only begin if at least ten people pass the fourth round. If the number of people who pass is insufficient, the assessment will be automatically cancelled.

Regardless of whether you pass the level or not, you will be sent out of Duobao Pavilion."

As soon as the weapon spirit finished speaking, Meng Wan felt a teleporting force falling on her.

After a dizzying moment, Meng Wan had left Duobao Pavilion and returned to the teleportation array she had taken out before entering Duobao Pavilion.

She raised her eyes slightly and glanced around without leaving a trace.

Then I saw that all the people who participated in the fourth round of assessment were lying on the ground with their eyes closed, unconscious, and it seemed that they have not yet recovered from the previous assessment.

Meng Wan's eyes moved slightly. She keenly noticed that the aura of everyone except her had become much weaker, as if they had suffered a serious illness.

Her mind raced, and after she lay down on the ground, the blood in her body vibrated as she wished, causing some internal injuries in her body.

Meng Wan's face turned pale, and her aura dropped, becoming much weaker.

After lying unconscious for half an incense stick of time, someone in the crowd finally woke up.

It was the Saint of the Desire Dao, the middle-aged male cultivator with an ordinary appearance!

After he woke up, he did not turn over, but just raised his eyelids and looked at Meng Wan with a clear gaze, and a hint of suspicion flashed in the depths of his eyes.

He clearly remembered that before he passed out, this woman seemed to be still trying to stay conscious and listen to the magic fairy's preaching.

But I didn't know that she heard a few more sentences than me?

Did you get the approval of the magic fairy?

The middle-aged male cultivator looked at Meng Wan, and something seemed to be changing in his eyes...

"Meng Wan, did you remember the magic skills I learned a few days ago?"

A woman with a sickly look on her face, who was quite similar to Meng Wan but with a hint of severity between her eyebrows, was asking questions.

The little girl standing in front of her nodded calmly and generously.

"Auntie, I've made a note of it."

"Show it to me."

The girl clasped her hands together, and spiritual energy surged within her body. Soon, a light blue butterfly and a brightly colored flower emerged from her fingertips.

The butterfly lingers among the flowers, gently flapping its wings from time to time, looking both agile and beautiful.

It is rare for someone so young to be able to perform such exquisite magic.

The woman's stern expression did not soften in the slightest despite this exquisite illusion.

Instead, he commented coldly, "Butterflies flutter their wings, but there is no wind. Flowers bloom, but there is no fragrance. Your illusion technique is not up to standard."

The little girl clenched her fists unwillingly, then loosened them, trying to calm herself down and said, "I know. I will continue practicing."

The woman nodded indifferently, "Remember, you are working hard for yourself."

After the little girl left, he found a corner and practiced illusion silently.

"Hey! I see your illusion technique is already quite powerful. Who was that woman just now? Was she your mother?"

A little boy of similar age caught Meng Wan's attention.

He opened his curious eyes and looked at her with innocence in his eyes.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Mengwan just glanced at him coldly and continued to practice her illusion.

The little boy curled his lips secretly and changed his strategy immediately, "Actually, I also know the illusion you used. How about I teach you?"

Little Meng Wan then looked up and glanced at him again, with a hint of surprise in her eyes.

"really?"

"Of course it's true."

The little boy smiled lightly, and a trace of spiritual energy emanated from his fingertips, gathering into a flower.

There were butterflies dancing among the flowers. At that time, a breeze blew, bringing the elegant fragrance of the flowers to little Meng Wan's nose.

"I'm not lying to you, it's very easy, do you want to learn it?"

Little Meng Wan did not respond excitedly as he had imagined, but instead asked calmly, "What are the conditions for you to teach me illusion?"

The smile on the little boy's face froze. "What conditions are there? I am happy to teach you. Just learn."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Mengwan shook her head even calmer, and there was a hint of wariness in her eyes as she looked at him.

“Free things are often the most expensive things. I don’t want them.”

The little boy could no longer maintain the smile on his face, and muttered softly, "You are such a weird person. You refuse to learn even when someone teaches you. You don't even know how to cherish the opportunity."

Little Meng Wan remained unmoved. She lowered her head and continued to study her illusion, wanting to know what was not perfect.

The little boy sighed and took the initiative to give in, saying, "Since you are unwilling to accept free teaching, let's make a deal."

"What deal?"

Little Meng Wan looked up at him.

"I'll teach you a magic trick and you answer a question for me, how about that?"

Xiao Mengwan thought for a moment and nodded, "Okay."

Under the guidance of the little boy, little Meng Wan quickly mastered the essence of this magic. The Butterfly Flower she condensed with magic was so real that it could be mistaken for the real thing.

"Well, now that I've taught you illusion, it's time for you to answer my questions."

The little boy smiled and clapped his hands, then asked the question that had been brewing in his heart for a long time.

"Answer me, Meng Wan, what did you hear from the Demon Fairy's sermon?"

"The demon fairy preaches?"

Little Meng Wan murmured repeatedly, a look of confusion first flashed across her eyes, and then she seemed to be lost in memories.

The little boy stared into her eyes and reminded her in a gentle and persuasive manner.

"You have listened to the Demon Fairy's preaching. The Demon Fairy said that everyone in the world says that the way of the devil is evil, but they don't know that the devil is also the way. Good and evil are not fixed, but only a thought away...

What else did you hear after this sentence? "

"Good and evil, a thought away..."

Little Meng Wan's eyes regained a trace of clarity, and she replied subconsciously, "If you want to become a demon, you must first become crazy."

The little boy savored this sentence and frowned, "Anything else?"

Little Meng Wan shook her head, her eyes returning to a blank look, "I don't know, I only heard this and I can't remember anything else."

That's all you heard?

The little boy frowned, somewhat unconvinced, but when he thought about his situation at that time, he began to believe it a little.

Even if Meng Wan could hold on a little longer than him, it was probably limited.

This is probably the only sentence I heard.

Thinking of this, he raised his head and smiled faintly at the little girl in front of him.

"Thank you, our deal is over, but... this is a secret between the two of us, please keep it secret."

A gust of wind blew, and the little boy's figure disappeared without a trace.

The little girl raised her head, and when she opened her eyes again, the confusion in her eyes disappeared, replaced by calmness.

This Saint Son of the Desire Path really has some tricks up his sleeve. He can even go into other people’s memories to extract information from them.

If she hadn't woken up early and was just pretending to doze off, she might have been infected.

But now, the other party took the "Eight-Character Mantra" that she made up casually, and practiced according to this "Eight-Character Mantra". I wonder what kind of rules they can come up with?