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Suddenly, everything went dark, and I felt a refreshing breeze hit my face. When my vision returned to normal, the passageway had vanished, revealing a familiar Cedar Forest. The group, who had been studying the murals on the wall, now stood in front of a row of crooked gravestones. Old Qiao's hand was resting on one of the gravestones, and he quickly withdrew it in shock.
It turned out that what we called Li You's Tomb was merely an elaborate illusion; we had never left this Cedar Forest at all.
I couldn't help but be deeply impressed by my senior sister's Illusionary Technique. If she hadn't revealed a flaw due to her impatience, we might have spent our entire lives unaware that we were trapped in a man-made illusion, facing death at every turn.
My senior sister seemed to sense my current state of mind. Amidst the astonished murmurs from the others, she winked at me. For some reason, my face flushed, and I instinctively lowered my head to avoid her gaze. Perhaps it was because I felt deeply ashamed of my earlier arrogance.
"Hey, can someone tell me what just happened? How did we end up here?" Liu Zi spun around in confusion and suddenly noticed two unfamiliar faces among us. "Wang Meng?" He pointed at one of them and then at the other person he definitely didn't recognize.
Hearing Liu Zi's call, everyone shifted their attention from the chaotic graveyard to Wang Meng and the beautiful woman beside me.
I had no choice but to introduce her awkwardly: "This is... my senior sister..." But as the words reached my lips, I couldn't recall her real name; all I remembered was calling her "senior sister" since I was five years old when we parted ways. This was our first meeting since then.
In the dim light of the passageway earlier, I could barely make out her features. Now, standing under the bright daylight, she looked completely different from how I remembered her. In my childhood memories, she was a delicate girl—thinner and shorter than me—who seemed like a younger sister. Yet she always spoke with an elder sister's tone as if I were meant to be under her care; that part hadn’t changed at all.
What had changed was her appearance. Now she looked like a mature woman—beautiful, well-proportioned, skilled in various crafts—everything about her was impressive. If it weren't for the small black mole on her forehead, I might not have recognized her at all.
Lost in thought, my junior brother suddenly bumped into me and squeezed beside my senior sister. He eagerly extended his hand with drool almost spilling from his mouth. "Hello, senior sister! I'm Dui Er; you can call me Dui. I'm Qian Yi's junior brother. From now on, we’re all family!"
My face burned with embarrassment; this was so humiliating. I quickly grabbed him and shot a glance at my senior sister, hardly daring to meet her eyes. "He’s like this; just ignore him."
My senior sister smiled faintly and graciously extended her hand to meet his: "Hello, I'm Zhen Si. Since you’re Qian Yi’s junior brother, you can call me senior sister or Si Jie; I should be older than all of you." With that, she scanned the faces of my junior brother, A Li, Liu Zi, and A Chen.
It seemed she had already figured out their identities—even A Li was no exception.
"Zhen Si? You’re the heir of the Illusionary Technique? We... we were just in your illusion?" A Chen stammered as if he had suddenly bitten his tongue. Third Granduncle Master shot him a glare, prompting him to swallow hard and close his mouth.
However, it wasn’t entirely A Chen’s fault; when I learned that my senior sister was an Illusionist too, I was equally shocked—almost biting my tongue off myself. The one who had toyed with us repeatedly turned out to be my senior sister? It was unbelievable; no, it was simply extraordinary!
The Senior Sister smiled ambiguously at A Chen, but there was no doubt that her exquisite Illusionary Technique had already grasped everything. She then walked directly up to Third Granduncle Master, slightly bowed, and said with a smile, “ Third Granduncle Master, my master asked me to send his regards to you. It’s truly an honor to have you here.”
Third Granduncle Master raised an eyebrow and asked, “Your master… is he well?”
Master? I was taken aback. Isn’t Senior Sister’s master Yue Master? But if Senior Sister is Zhen Si, then Yue Master and Shishu Sun Nan Zhou… could they be the same person?!
My mind buzzed with confusion. I heard Senior Sister ask in return, “And how about you?”
Third Granduncle Master cast a vague glance at me, and my heart sank. Could it really be… “I heard from Qian that the Poison King… never mind, it seems I misunderstood.”
Senior Sister smiled at Third Granduncle Master and said, “As long as no one is hoping for it.” Suddenly, she turned to me and pretended to be angry, saying, “It’s been over twenty years, and you still don’t think to go home and see your master. You’re like a disciple who has been sent away—completely forgetful of your roots! If he weren’t so concerned about you, I wouldn’t bother coming out to find you. Come on, let’s go home!”
I was a bit confused. “Senior Sister, Master isn’t…”
She crossed her arms naturally in front of her chest, her Peach Blossom Eyes narrowing slightly, exuding an unspoken authority: “Isn’t what…” I hurriedly waved my hands. “Nothing, nothing.”
“Then let’s go.” Senior Sister tilted her head, indicating for me to head north.
For some reason, my heart suddenly raced as if recalling countless times when I had gotten into trouble and Yue Master had sent Senior Sister to bring me home. Back then, she knew how to use body language far more effectively than words—first giving me a stern warning before I would immediately wilt under pressure and obediently follow behind her.
Senior Sister had a sharp tongue but a soft heart. Along the way, she would scold me enough; yet when we reached Master’s side, she would always speak well of me, sparing me from quite a bit of punishment. Thus, although our time training together was short, the bond between us was unlike any other.
This time, I reflexively followed behind Senior Sister until A Li suddenly called out to me. I realized the situation: “ Brother Qian Yi, where are you going?”
I turned to Senior Sister and said, “Senior Sister, let’s bring them along.”
“Them?” Senior Sister tilted her head slightly. “Don’t you know the rules?”
I stepped forward two paces. “I do know, but they are my friends and also… from Shimen. Master only doesn’t allow outsiders in; they are not outsiders now.”
The Senior Sister smiled and said, "You seem to have it all figured out." She turned around, her gaze sweeping over the crowd before landing on Cold Bench, Old Qiao, and Wang Meng. "Those three cannot go."
Wang Meng immediately waved his hands with a grin. "I've heard of the Wan Poison Palace's reputation. Without the Poison King's permission, even the dead can't enter. Boss, you all go ahead; I want to keep my life to spend money!"
The Senior Sister then looked at Cold Bench and Old Qiao. I remembered Cold Bench's identity and was about to say, "He is from the Old School," but before I could finish, Cold Bench interrupted, "We won't go either; we have matters to attend to." With that, he turned and left without looking back.
"Well... I... oh dear, farewell then!" Old Qiao, despite his reluctance and hesitation, had no choice but to follow Cold Bench.
However, knowing them as I did, there was no way they would back out like this. It was highly likely they would turn back halfway and quietly follow us.
I knew very well what kind of place the Wan Poison Palace was. Even with Cold Bench's skills, he would probably struggle to escape the web set by Master Yue, especially now that he had a burden like Old Qiao with him.
Thinking of this made my heart tighten. No, I had to find a way to stop them.
Just then, I heard Wang Meng shout from a distance before his body suddenly stiffened and fell forward. At that moment, I caught sight of a grass-green Python Snake's tail coiling around Wang Meng.
"Mutation! It's mutated!" A Chen shouted, pointing at Wang Meng.
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