Wei Qiren threw a small bag containing several pieces of silver towards the old man who was treating Yian.
"Will he be okay?" Wei Qiren asked.
While the old man only focused on treating Yian, Yian sat with his back to the old man, sweat pouring from his forehead. The black aura on his body faded, who knows what the old man was doing.
"The aura of evil that he has, is increasingly eroding his heart, slowly the power of darkness is taking over him. I will remove some for myself."
Yian stared sharply in front of him, with full strength he managed to throw the old man and Wei Qiren took a few steps back.
"You sucked my strength, damn it!" Luo Yian stared at the old man sharply.
"Y-you are the devil who killed my son!" the old man looked weak with blood flowing from his body.
Wei Qiren was shocked to hear that, devil? Was what the old man said true??
"You kill me too, it's useless, they have surrounded you." a moment later the grandfather's body turned dry.
Wei Qiren saw that and was really shocked, someone used the grandfather's face to trap them.
Their place was surrounded by many people, while Luo Yian looked weak, all his strength was taken by force.
Meanwhile, on the other side, a bird landed on the horse that Qin Zeyu was riding, at first he was uncomfortable. But Zhi Mei advised him to stop and look at the bird.
The letter was written, if Luo Yian was in Dongcheng and was in danger.
"Can this be believed?" asked Zhi Mei.
They both looked at each other.
"An Jua is there, she must have sent this letter." said Qin Zeyu turning around, and returning towards Dongcheng.
In Dongcheng, Luo Yian smiled slightly. They came without him picking them up. He went out, looking around.
"Where, Wangyuan." asked Yian softly but piercingly
"You can't even get past us, and you ask about our master?!" they laughed and took out their respective weapons.
"Don't be stupid, they're just baiting you. That old man has sucked half of your strength, they just want to cripple you. And you'll die in their master's hands." Wei Qiren whispered, standing in front of Luo Yian.
"I don't know how you were before. You were careless until you got injured, don't be too reckless now and repeat the same mistake." Wei Qiren immediately pushed Luo Yian behind him.
About 60 people fought Wei Qiren alone, he remembered the many masked people fighting his own father.
'This journey is still long, and I Wei Qiren will not die here.'
During the fight, Luo Yian went inside to see the old man's place. He saw the old man's body dry and ash.
"Illusion, a resurrected spirit." Yian said softly.
"Mengjie Clan?" Yian stared at it sharply.
𝐊𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐣𝐢𝐞 —
The Mengjie Clan is the oldest clan that has ever stood in the eastern lands, but also the most feared because of their abilities that transcend the limits of life. They are called the Explorers of the Dream World, but the world they explore is not a beautiful flower bed but a silent corridor between life and death.
This clan is known for its ability to resurrect dead spirits and weave them into living and real illusions. Their illusions are not just vague shadows, but bodies that can be touched, voices that can be heard, and emotions that can be felt.
They can imitate anyone, as long as they have a trace of their soul, be it blood, bones, or even scraps of clothing that absorb memories.
Their summoning ritual is known as "Mengxin" - awakening spirits that have not been completely calmed down. In this case, the spirit is forced to remain in the world, creating illusions that can be controlled to disguise, trap, or even kill.
Although terrifying, the Mengjie Clan was not a demon from the beginning. They used to be the guardians of the spirit gate, maintaining the balance between the living and the dead. But their later generations were obsessed with eternity, viewing spirits as tools
In the great war of the past, the eastern elders united to exterminate this clan, calling them traitors to heaven. Their bodies were burned, their names erased from the imperial records. But like the illusions they left behind, their traces never truly disappeared.
"If an illusion feels so real that you forget yourself, then it's not a dream. It's Mengjie."
Luo Yian was silent, then someone's voice appeared in his ears.
"Master Yian, please come back. Don't be reckless."
"Lu Wuchen?!" Luo Yian shouted, but the voice had already disappeared. He tried not to be fooled by this illusion, and remembered Wei Qiren.
Meanwhile outside Wei Qiren was already starting to be overwhelmed, strangely those people were tireless. Attacking and attacking.
Luo Yian ran out, with his strength, the two were immediately able to push their opponents back several steps.
"You take me too lightly," Yian said, he stared sharply at his opponent. But a song that he was so familiar with, pierced his ears.
"Damn it! Stop!" Yian shouted while covering his ears
"Yian, what's wrong with you?"
"Attack!" shouted their leader.
Suddenly a spear appeared, someone standing on it.
Zhi Mei and Qin Zeyu immediately fought the people, letting Wei Qiren and Luo Yian rest.
However, a moment after his opponent was defeated. It was just a grain of dust, not a human.
Qin Zeyu felt cheated and wanted to chase.
"No need to chase, they are just illusions." Luo Yian held back.
"What, who could do this?" Zhi Mei saw the wound on her hand from the people earlier and it was real.
"Mengjie Clan."
"Isn't the Mengjie clan extinct long ago?" Qin Zeyu was confused.
Two girls ran towards them, they were An Jua and Shuyin.
"Young man, you underestimate this place. I warned you." Shuyin said in a teasing voice to Wei Qiren.
Shuyin showed them a horse carriage that they could use to leave.
"How can we trust you?" Zhi Mei asked sarcastically.
"Miss Shuyin is kind, she intends to help." An Jua replied.
"Sooner or later, different people will intercept you. Get out of here." Shuyin said, Ampo took the horse carriage.
An Jua saw Luo Yian seriously injured, felt sorry.
"An Jua, aren't you coming?" Qin Zeyu asked.
When Luo Yian, Wei Qiren and Zhi Mei got into the carriage, An Jua felt confused.
"If you want to come, go, who knows you can help." Shuyin whispered to her.
"I'll go." An Jua said, hugging Shuyin.
Shuyin just smiled slightly.
She got in, and Qin Zeyu controlled the horse carriage.
"I once read in Grandpa Mo's book, Luo Yian might be able to recover there." An Jua said fearfully.
"Miss An Jua, if you can really help, I will always remember your kindness." Qin Zeyu said.