417: Chapter 417 The Illusion of Corpse Peng Jiao: You're Asking Too Many Questions!

There are many methods of Immortal Ascension in this world, and severing the Three Corpses is one of them.

However, Lin Ran dared not be certain whether the severing of the Three Corpses in the Three Corpses Immortal Realm was truly the same as the severing of the Three Corpses on the path to Immortal Ascension.

But it was highly likely that it was not; the severing of the Three Corpses here might merely be a replication of the actual process, used to create this Secret Realm.

Lin Ran decisively guessed that this Secret Realm might allow them to familiarize themselves with the process of severing the Three Corpses!

He took a deep breath, condensed a vast and surging Sword Intent in his palm, transformed it into a massive greatsword of Sword Intent, and slashed toward the Lower Corpse Peng Jiao before him.

The greatsword of Sword Intent pierced through the figure of Lower Corpse Peng Jiao, severing it in two.

However, in just an instant, Lower Corpse Peng Jiao's body used those dark temperaments as a medium to fuse back together, immortal and indestructible.

"What is it? I am you, and you are me. Do you intend to sever me, or do you intend to sever yourself?"

Lower Corpse Peng Jiao gradually walked up to Lin Ran, the depths of its pitch-black eyes revealing nothing but greed, lust, and debauchery.

Lin Ran's expression was cold as he sharply reached out his right hand, gripping Lower Corpse Peng Jiao by the throat.

"You are mistaken. You are not me; you are merely the most insignificant dark side within me."

Lower Corpse Peng Jiao suddenly burst into wild, uncontrollable laughter:

"Since you said it yourself, that I am the dark side within you, then do you truly wish to understand what your dark side really is?!"

Its figure suddenly transformed into pitch-black, murky flowing water, surging into Lin Ran's body like maggots on a bone.

Lin Ran felt a slight shock in his heart. His five senses and Divine Soul seemed to be eroded by some force, and the scene before his eyes instantly shifted—he had actually returned to the Feixian Sect!

Moreover, he was in the place he was most familiar with: Su Xiyue's residence!

At this moment, Su Xiyue, Yan Ruyu, Li Huayin, Xia Lingshuang, Meng Qing, and the other women were unclad, their hair glistening with crystal-clear water droplets as if they had just bathed. Each one was like a lotus emerging from the water, and any one of them could cause the heavens and earth to lose their color.

However, what shocked Lin Ran even more was that Ji Qingyan was also among them!

He had long since witnessed Ji Qingyan's beauty. Back then, even as composed as he was, an impulse had surged within him—an impulse to imprison Ji Qingyan, to keep her solely for his own appreciation and affection.

He admitted that he had fallen in love with Ji Qingyan's appearance; even if it was just one glance, he had not forgotten it to this day.

Let alone him, even the myriad worlds and the gods and Buddhas of the heavens would likely drown in it and be unable to extricate themselves if they were to see Ji Qingyan just once.

And now, Ji Qingyan was standing right here, without a mask, and without even wearing any clothing. The spring scenery filling the garden was laid bare before his eyes, and this scene sent his mind into a state of utter turmoil.

Especially since his five senses and Divine Soul had been eroded by Lower Corpse Peng Jiao; it was difficult to distinguish whether the scene before him was a dream or reality.

"Lin Ran, what… what are you waiting for? You invited us all here, let us bathe first, and now you're just standing there like a fool. You… you're so silly!"

Ji Qingyan moved with light steps; the pink flush on her cheeks was real, and the soft, supple sensation was also real.

She threw herself into Lin Ran's arms, completely unclad and open.

Her soft, innocent jade hands were like nimble little snakes.

Her soft, sweet tongue was also like a nimble little snake, and the endless pleasure made Lin Ran almost drown in it.

"You lecherous Rebellious Disciple! You're only focused on having fun with Qingyan, and you've forgotten about us!"

Su Xiyue said with dissatisfaction, then immediately joined the fray.

Large expanses of pale, bare skin, with sensations so real they couldn't be more real, enveloped Lin Ran's body, mind, and Divine Soul, making him feel so good he was almost ascending to the heavens.

"Lin Ran… oh no, should I… should I change how I address you to 'husband' now?"

Ji Qingyan was straddling Lin Ran, maintaining an active, aggressive stance from start to finish. The crystal-clear water droplets on her hair had not yet evaporated before they were stained with dripping, fragrant sweat.

"Qingyan, call me whatever you wish."

Lin Ran's lips curled into an evil smile, his words carrying a double meaning as he reached out to stroke Ji Qingyan's cheek.

"Husband, you are so annoying! With so many sisters here, Qingyan… Qingyan is too shy to say it~"

Ji Qingyan's face flushed with shyness, surpassing all things in beauty.

"Qingyan is still too shy to say it? You must know, you were the first person who couldn't wait to 'open up' to your husband."

Lin Ran said with a half-smile, teasing her playfully.

Ji Qingyan gave Lin Ran a charming, coquettish glare, then suddenly leaned down, her hands gently wrapping around Lin Ran's neck, her beautiful lips parting slightly: "Husband, does it feel good?"

"Merely appreciating Qingyan's beauty is already the most comfortable thing in the world, let alone Qingyan's 'personal service'?"

"This is naturally extremely comfortable. The only slight drawback is that if all of this were real, it would be even more comfortable!"

Lin Ran's gaze suddenly turned sharp, his surrounding Sword Intent surging violently, determined to tear everything around him to shreds!

"The sword emerges, wind and clouds sway; the momentum is like a wild storm!"

"First Sword of Emperor Slaying: Wind and Rain Momentum!"

The massive sword momentum was as swift as the wind and as violent as the rain, tearing "Su Xiyue," "Yan Ruyu," and the other women apart, simultaneously tearing the illusion before him asunder.

"Have you had enough?"

Lin Ran's Dharmic power surged, shaking out the Lower Corpse Peng Jiao that had been residing within his body, and he once again reached out his right hand, gripping the opponent's throat.

"You… could it be that you saw through this illusion early on?!"

Lower Corpse Peng Jiao's face flushed red, and it said in disbelief.

"Is that hard to do? False is false. It might work on others, but it doesn't work on me!"

Lin Ran said with a cold expression.

"Since you saw through the illusion early on, why didn't you break free sooner?!"

Lower Corpse Peng Jiao roared low.

"You ask too many questions."

Lin Ran applied a little force with his right hand, crushing Lower Corpse Peng Jiao's figure, turning it into bubbles in the sky.

As for Lower Corpse Peng Jiao's last question, he could only say: since he could get some free benefits, why not take them?

In reality, he had only ever seen Ji Qingyan's face, but here, he could see her shy, unclad appearance, and even engage in close-quarters combat with her at zero distance. Why would he be in a hurry to exit the illusion?

If it weren't for the fact that he feared staying longer would indeed affect his state of mind, he would have definitely made the illusionary Ji Qingyan perform a beautiful, alluring dance for him!

Lower Corpse Peng Jiao had been severed by him; next would be Middle Corpse Peng Zhi.

But Lin Ran did not see Peng Zhi appear; instead, the scene before him was suddenly shrouded in a layer of pitch-black, murky flowing water, as if the space he was in had been suddenly splashed with a layer of thick ink.