Chapter 69 Breaking Through Illusions and Slaying Spirits

"Splash—"

Accompanied by the crisp sound of water, two bodies, perfect to the extreme, were completely exposed to the air.

Unclad, with hazy eyes, full and crystalline water droplets slid down their fair necks, paused briefly at their delicate collarbones, and then vanished into deeper ravines.

"Young Master, we have been waiting for a long time!"

The woman on the left had a voice that was soft, sweet, and charming, like the warbling of a delicate oriole. She moved with light, lotus-like steps, swaying forward a few paces, causing her assets to tremble slightly!

"This Young Master, since you have entered the Immortal Palace, it is fate. Why not bathe and relax first, and shed the fatigue of worldly affairs?"

Another woman was even bolder; without a stitch of clothing, she stepped barefoot out of the bathing pool, onto the jade floor, and walked straight toward Chen Mu.

"Why are you only here now? I have been waiting so anxiously!"

As she spoke, she had already pressed close to Chen Mu, lifting a jade-like hand to hook onto his arm, leaving a trail of water on his sleeve.

Following that, her soft, smooth skin pressed against him, carrying warmth. Her fingertips climbed restlessly onto his chest, tracing circles, before sliding straight down to untie his sash. She stood on tiptoe, breathing like an orchid into his ear.

"We sisters will surely serve you well, Young Master, and make you very comfortable!"

Before the words had even faded, the other women in the pool also looked over. Some smiled beautifully with sparkling eyes; others covered their lips and giggled with natural-born allure; still others intentionally stretched their bodies in the water, exposing their curvaceous figures completely.

The entire bathing pool was filled with a vibrant, amorous atmosphere; the air was thick with blossoming longing and unbreakable sweetness.

If it were an ordinary man facing such a sensual scene, holding such peerless beauties, he would likely have lost all reason, desperate to plunge immediately into this land of gentleness.

Even Chen Mu, at this moment, felt his blood surging for an instant. It was not because of desire, but a primal instinct of his body.

But his eyes remained ice-cold.

A land of gentleness is originally a hero's grave; he understood this principle better than anyone. Moreover, everything here was too fake.

From the moment he stepped into this Immortal Palace, he had been observing carefully and staying vigilant.

These women were beautiful, yes, but they were beautiful without any flaws, without any cracks—they were beautifully unreal.

They were like dolls meticulously carved by a craftsman, following the perfect body proportions, striving for flawlessness, which instead made them seem deliberate, lacking the variations and Life Qi that living people should have.

Their shifting gazes seemed full of charm, but in reality, they were hollow and lifeless, like pre-programmed mechanical Puppets.

Most crucially, the moment they pressed close, Chen Mu had keenly sensed a faint, chilling aura on them that did not belong to the living.

This was not some once-in-a-lifetime immortal opportunity.

It was a trap.

"Heh."

Just as the woman's hand was about to pull open his sash, Chen Mu let out a short, cold laugh. Immediately, a Dragon's roar erupted, accompanied by a blinding flash of white light, and the ambiguous atmosphere before him was instantly replaced by the cold, murderous intent of a long sword.

"Puchi!"

Without a shred of hesitation, he showed no pity for the fair beauties.

Before the woman beside him could shed her charming expression, a thin, blood-red line appeared on her snowy white neck. She opened her mouth, as if wanting to say something more.

The next second, that enchanting beauty's head was severed at the shoulder and rolled onto the ground.

The headless corpse swayed, then collapsed with a boom. Blood gushed from the neck, and in the blink of an eye, it stained the white jade floor blood-red, dripping and flowing along the pool edge into the bathing pool.

[Killed Illusion Realm Charm Spirit, plundered Lifespan: three years!]

The cold System notification sounded in Chen Mu's mind.

As expected.

Chen Mu's eyes grew even colder. The long sword in his hand did not pause, and his figure suddenly rushed forward.

The other women in the pool finally reacted, and screams erupted everywhere. However, they did not scatter to flee, but only retreated repeatedly, their voices sounding pitifully helpless.

"Why is the Young Master so heartless?"

"Young Master, no..."

Listening closely, their voices still contained a hint of charm, which was exceptionally eerie.

Chen Mu did not listen at all. At this moment, he had become an Incarnation of an Asura, rushing into the pool with his long sword. Wherever the sword light went, flesh and blood flew.

Because his Mental Energy was damaged, the Heaven-Slaying Sword Drawing Technique could not unleash its full power, but it was enough to deal with these Illusion Realm Charm Spirits. Wherever the sword tip pointed, the pool water was parted by the sharp Sword Qi, revealing the smooth jade at the bottom of the pool.

One woman tried to dodge, but Chen Mu's sword came too fast; in the blink of an eye, she was pierced through the chest.

Another woman lunged from behind, her fingernails suddenly turning black and long, stabbing straight at Chen Mu's back, completely exposing their non-human nature.

Chen Mu didn't even look back; he struck with a backhanded sword, slicing that woman in half at the waist!

Kill!

Since this illusion wanted to tempt him with beauty, he would slaughter all these temptations!

Since this illusion wanted to test his determination, he would break the situation in the most violent way possible!

The sword blade sliced through warm skin and severed delicate bones. Blood had already dyed the clear pool water a pale red, and pleas for mercy rose one after another.

[Killed Illusion Realm Charm Spirit, plundered Lifespan: three years!]

[Killed Illusion Realm Charm Spirit, plundered Lifespan: three years!]

[Killed Illusion Realm Charm Spirit, plundered Lifespan: three years!]

...

The System notifications sounded one after another. Although each Illusion Realm Charm Spirit could only provide three years of Lifespan, the advantage was that there were many of them.

When the last female corpse floated up, Chen Mu had already slain twenty-two people in a row.

Chen Mu stood in the center of the blood pool, soaked in blood, but the hand holding the sword remained as steady as a rock.

Sixty-six years of plundered Lifespan, although not much, at least solved the urgent need.

The cold light in his eyes did not diminish. He looked up at the dome of the great hall, searching for the manipulator of the illusion.

Meanwhile.

Outside the Heavenly Palace, in a thatched cottage in the valley, an aged figure sat cross-legged on a prayer mat. Floating before him was a water mirror, and in the mirror was the scene of Chen Mu slaughtering in the Immortal Palace.

"He doesn't even like beauties?"

The figure muttered to himself, his voice hoarse and dry, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time.

"Twenty-two stunning beauties, each one transformed according to the ultimate desires of the mortal world, with natural-born allure."

"He didn't even waver for a moment, just drew his sword and killed them?"

"This child's Heart-Nature is indeed ruthless and decisive."

He was silent for a moment, staring at Chen Mu standing with his sword in the mirror. His eyes held appreciation, yet he still shook his head.

"But... perhaps it is because he is not interested in women?"

He pondered for a moment, a trace of playfulness flashing in his eyes. He extended a withered finger and tapped the water mirror a few times in the air.

"Then let's try this."

...

In the great hall, Chen Mu walked out of the pool, stepping onto the white jade and leaving a trail of scarlet footprints.

Just as he was about to explore other areas, the scene before his eyes suddenly began to distort and change.

The gem-encrusted bathing pool, the severed limbs, the blood-colored pool water—all quickly faded and disappeared. In their place appeared jade tables laden with fine wine and delicacies. From somewhere, the sound of string and bamboo instruments began to play, melodious and pleasant to the ear.

Immediately after, dozens of men appeared behind the jade tables, each one handsome with a distinct temperament.

Upon seeing Chen Mu, they all turned their heads and nodded.

"Greetings, Young Master."