Free Web NovelChapter 203: Chapter 186: Everyone Falls! Welcome to Hopeless "Ping’an County
A massive surge of Illusion Realm Energy, ten times purer than that of the previous illusionary soldiers, exploded outward.
"Absorb!"
Han Feng had long been prepared. Activating his Innate Sword Body to its full potential, he devoured the entire surge of energy!
[Ding! Absorbed high-purity Illusion Realm Energy. Foundation Establishment Energy +50!]
[Foundation Establishment Energy: 63/10,000]
’Incredible!’
As Han Feng felt the energy swell within him, it was as if every one of the thirty-six thousand pores on his body had opened in satisfaction.
However, in the next second, the blood mist began to churn again at the very spot where the energy source had been devoured.
The figure of the Illusion Realm War General began to coalesce once more!
’It can revive?’
Han Feng raised an eyebrow. Far from being nervous, he grew even more excited.
’Isn’t this just a mob that I can farm for infinite experience?’
Gripping his longsword, he waited quietly for his opponent to fully materialize, like a top-tier player patiently waiting for a world boss to respawn.
...
「Meanwhile, in a canyon dozens of kilometers away.」
Li Wei, sitting cross-legged in the center of the Blood Array, had an absolutely foul expression on his face.
"What’s going on? Why is the energy consumption rate more than three times faster than I anticipated?"
Through his connection with the Blood Sea Spirit, he could vaguely perceive the situation inside the Illusion Realm.
According to his plan, a single Illusion Realm War General should have been enough to slaughter all the survivors in Wind Eye Market, turning them into nourishment for the "Holy Infant."
But now, the war general he had dispatched was being treated like a punching bag, getting shattered again and again!
Then, it would reform itself again and again, consuming the Power of Blood Sea Origin he had painstakingly accumulated.
What was most infuriating was that each time it reformed, a large portion of the energy would inexplicably vanish!
At this rate, he would be completely drained dry in another half hour!
"Bastard! Bastard!"
Li Wei was fuming with rage, and the "Holy Infant" crystal on his chest pulsed with frantic warnings.
"I can’t let this go on!"
A crazed light flashed in his eyes as his hands swiftly formed a bizarre Dharma Seal.
"Since I can’t kill you out there..."
"Then I’ll bring you in here myself!"
He decided to use the authority just granted to him by the Blood Sea Spirit to drag that damned "parasite" directly into the core of the Illusion Realm!
There, he would be the one and only god!
"Blood Realm·Teleportation!"
As he roared, Han Feng, who was waiting in the Trading Hall for his "experience mob" to respawn, suddenly felt that something was wrong.
The moment it began to re-form, the body of the just-defeated Illusion Realm War General suddenly swelled, emitting an extremely unstable and violent energy.
’Is it going to self-destruct?’
Han Feng immediately shot backward.
BOOM!
The Illusion Realm War General exploded simultaneously with the dozen or so soldiers it had just summoned.
But the anticipated blast of energy never came.
In its place, a spatial fluctuation so powerful it was impossible to resist instantly enveloped Han Feng.
His vision blurred, and the surrounding scenery of the Trading Hall began to twist and warp violently.
As the world spun around him, he lost control of his body, dragged by an invisible force toward an unknown abyss.
...
The vertigo didn’t last long.
When the pulling force vanished, Han Feng found himself standing on a street paved with bluestone slabs.
The ground beneath his feet felt solid and cold.
A complex aroma filled the air—a mixture of earth, cooking smoke, and the manure of some kind of livestock.
His ears filled with a cacophony of human voices, vendors’ cries, children’s laughter, and the CLATTER of wheels on the stone road.
He snapped his head up.
The sky was a deep blue, with a few white clouds drifting leisurely by.
Warm sunlight washed over him, dispelling the gloomy chill he’d felt while shrouded in the blood mist.
He was surrounded by classical architecture, with its upturned eaves and interlocking brackets. Faded spring couplets were pasted on the wooden doors and windows.
The pedestrians coming and going were all dressed in coarse linen, their hair tied up in topknots.
Here, there was no Trading Hall, no Demon Beasts, and no sky filled with a bloody haze.
’An illusion?’
Han Feng’s heart tightened, and he immediately checked his condition.
There was nothing wrong with his body, and the Black Tungsten Gold Longsword was still hanging at his waist.
With a thought, a blue screen of light materialized before his eyes.
[Host: Han Feng] ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com
[Class: Swordsman]
[Cultivation: Meridian Passage Realm (Spirit Martial)]
[Root Bone: Innate Sword Body (Basic Level)]
[Sword Essence: 85/100]
[Spiritual Strength: 715]
[Divine Sense: Basic Level (Range: Six-meter radius)]
[Dimensional Space: 1 cubic meter]
All his stats were normal.
He wasn’t injured, nor was he merely a Spiritual Body.
He had been dragged into this place, body and all!
"What... is all this?"
Han Feng’s brow furrowed as he quietly extended his Divine Sense.
Within a six-meter radius, a vendor selling candied fruit skewers was secretly yawning, an accountant in a nearby shop was clacking away on an abacus, and the chest of a mongrel napping in a corner rose and fell with each breath.
Everything was terrifyingly real.
He activated [Spiritual Vision], and the world before him instantly changed.
Within the body of every pedestrian flowed an extremely pure form of illusionary energy.
The buildings, the streets, and even the air were all filled with energy from the same source.
He walked up to a stall selling steamed buns.
The owner, an old man with a deeply wrinkled face, called out enthusiastically.
"Young man, how about two meat buns? They’re fresh out of the steamer, with thin wrappers and plenty of filling!"
Han Feng didn’t answer. Instead, with a thought, he focused on the old man.
[All Things Identification]!
[Target: Ping’an County Resident · Zhang the Third]
[Information: An Energy Body nurtured by the Blood Sea Illusion Realm. Possesses basic behavioral logic and is bound by the rules of Ping’an County.]
’So it really is an Illusion Realm.’
He then looked toward the steaming baskets nearby.
[Target: Illusionary Creation · Meat Bun]
[Information: Composed of Illusion Realm energy. Edible. Can replenish a minuscule amount of energy for Energy Bodies. Has no effect on real life-forms.]
Han Feng retracted his gaze, the doubts in his mind growing heavier.
’What did the Blood Feeding Sect hope to achieve by going to all this trouble, just to pull me into an Illusion Realm where I can’t even eat the steamed buns?’
’Was it simply to trap me?’
His current outfit was too conspicuous.
Though he had changed out of his combat suit and into the standard practice uniform from the academy, the "Ghost Bat·Modified" wingsuit he wore over it was completely out of place in this world.
He quickly ducked into a deserted alley and stored the wingsuit and his backpack in his newly unlocked System Space.
Only after doing all this did he step back onto the street, looking like an ordinary traveler, and begin to carefully observe this so-called "Ping’an County."
The street bustled with people in a scene of peace and harmony.
After walking for about ten minutes, a commotion suddenly broke out up ahead.
"Halt! All of you, halt!"
"New here, are you? Let’s see your registration papers!"
Han Feng looked up to see seven or eight Government Officials in black uniforms, broadswords at their waists, roughly herding a group of people in tattered clothes.
The people were all sallow and gaunt, their eyes numb. They looked like "Floating People" who had fled from some disaster.
The Government Officials were acting tyrannically; the slightest hesitation was met with a swift kick.
"No papers? Then you’re coming with us!"
"The County Magistrate has ordered that all unregistered Floating People are to be brought to the Government Office for registration and assignment to labor duty!"
Among those Floating People, Han Feng saw an incredibly familiar figure.
The man had a brawny build; even his tattered clothes couldn’t hide his rippling muscles. freewebnσvel.cøm
At this moment, however, his face was filled with confusion and fear as he was shoved along by a Government Official, stumbling forward.
It was Wang Meng!
Han Feng’s pupils contracted sharply.
He flickered forward, silently drawing near, and immediately locked on with [All Things Identification].
[Target: Wang Meng (Spiritual Body)]
[Status: Memories sealed, Divine Soul suppressed, identity set to ’Floating People,’ temporarily unbound by the rules of Ping’an County.]
It wasn’t just Wang Meng.
Han Feng also spotted Zhang Hao, Fan Jian, and even Su Yue from the Spiritual Energy Technology Academy in the crowd.
Like Wang Meng, they were all dressed in tattered clothes that weren’t their own, their faces bearing the same numb terror.
They were like a group of puppets whose souls had been torn away.
’They’ve all been pulled in here!’
’But only their Spiritual Bodies!’
"Wang Meng!"
Han Feng couldn’t help but call out in a low voice.
The "Wang Meng" being shoved by the Government Official shuddered and turned his head blankly.
His empty gaze swept over Han Feng’s face without a flicker of recognition, showing only the fear one has for a stranger.
’He doesn’t recognize me!’
Just then, a sharp gaze swept in his direction.
A Government Official noticed Han Feng and pointed at him with the scabbard of his broadsword.
"You over there! What are you doing, skulking around!"
