Mortal: The Number One playboy of the Chaotic Star Sea

Chapter 177 Weak version of the inner demon calamity

Qingfeng didn't stop walking, passing straight through those illusions that would make any man's blood boil.

Those classic beauties from his memories still reach out their arms behind him reluctantly, but they can't even touch the hem of his clothes.

"It seems that the underlying logic of this illusion is to generate corresponding illusions based on the intruder's inner desires."

However, if the demand exceeds the preset range, it will get stuck and won't move.

As Qingfeng walked, he pondered to himself.

He looked down at the sandalwood prayer beads on his chest. A warm, gentle light flowed over the beads, protecting his mind.

From the moment he entered this corridor until now, his mind has remained clear as a mirror; those seductive melodies are nothing more than background music to him.

"The things my dad gives me are really reliable."

Qingfeng thought to himself.

The claim that it is ten times stronger than that so-called Bharadvaja is not an exaggeration.

The corridor continued forward, and some blurry murals began to appear on the walls on both sides.

"Art."

After pausing to admire the view for a moment, Qingfeng continued on his way. After walking about a hundred feet, the fairy music disappeared.

Something's not right.

The moment he had this thought, a voice came from behind him.

"Young master..."

"Brother Qing..."

Yanli, Yuanyao, Wang Ning, Wen Siyue.

Four voices rang out almost simultaneously behind me.

"Not bad, finally the main course is here."

Qingfeng smiled and continued forward without stopping.

At the end of the corridor, things had changed at some point.

It was no longer that winding corridor, but the Kui Xing Island mansion that he knew so well.

At this moment, in the familiar Yin-Yang Reincarnation Pool, four beauties are playing in the water.

Yuan Yao stood in the middle of the pool, the water reaching her waist.

Today, Yuan Yao wore an extremely daring sheer undergarment, which became almost transparent after being soaked, clinging tightly to her tall figure.

Her long, black hair, wet and cascading over her shoulders, made her alluring face appear even more stunning.

Yuan Yao scooped up a handful of water with both hands and gently poured it onto her shoulders. The water droplets slid down her collarbone and disappeared into the deep cleavage.

Yanli jogged over from the other side of the pool. She was the petite of the four, but her chest was just as impressive.

A bright red bra barely covered her breasts as she ran. With each step, it bounced up and down, almost breaking free from its restraints.

"Young master! Come down and play with us!"

Yanli rushed to Qingfeng's side, her wet arms wrapping around his arm.

The soft touch was clearly felt through the fabric.

At this moment, Yuan Yao also walked to the other side of Qingfeng and naturally leaned over him, her tall figure slightly tilted.

"Is my beauty captivating you, young master? Why are you daydreaming?"

Yuan Yao's voice carried a hint of seduction, and her breath was warm and moist against Qing Feng's ear.

Before Qingfeng could respond, another pair of delicate hands landed on his shoulders from behind.

"Brother Qing, I recently learned a set of acupressure techniques. Let me give you a massage."

Wang Ning's voice came from behind, still in that cool and aloof tone, but now it had a rare touch of tenderness.

"Sisters, how come you're all gone so quickly? There aren't any seats left for me."

Wen Siyue's voice was tinged with grievance as she rushed forward, crashing into Qingfeng's arms and wrapping her arms around his waist.

Her body, beneath the gauze dress, clung tightly to him, her curves distinct and alluring.

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Qingfeng glanced at the four lifelike women beside him.

"Those crude illusions are used to filter out mediocre people with weak minds."

Anyone who is seduced by beauty and becomes addicted to it will likely be trapped by the obstacles ahead and unable to go any further.

Only those who can walk here with clear vision will trigger the true illusion.

It's not about using beauty to seduce your body, but about using memories to touch your heart.

The beautiful women in front of you are fake; you can easily see through them because you have no connection with them whatsoever. They are just pretty faces with indistinct features.

But they are different; they are people you know, people you used to spend every day with.

Their voices, breaths, habits, and little gestures are all etched in your memory.

The illusion read my mind and then replicated it.

This is no longer just simple realism; it simulates a part of the inner demons' tribulations.

Qingfeng thought to himself.

"What are you thinking about, young master?"

Yanli seemed to notice his distraction and looked up to ask.

"It's nothing."

Qingfeng didn't rush to leave the illusion; he wanted to see what other difficulties lay ahead.

"Young master, don't overthink it. Siyue will feed you grapes."

At this moment, Wen Siyue shyly brought a grape to Qingfeng's lips.

Seeing the grapes in front of him, Qingfeng smiled.

"Yes, I love grapes the most."

Qingfeng reached out, picked up a grape, and put it in his mouth.

"Hmm, the grapes are good, delicious, and very juicy." Qingfeng licked his lips.

"Hehe, I'm glad you're satisfied, young master. Would you like more?"

Qingfeng didn't hesitate and ate it directly.

"Young Master, Siyue feeds the grapes, Yanli is in charge of acting cute, and Wang Ning is in charge of giving massages, so what about me? Could you assign me a task too?"

Yuan Yao chuckled softly from the side.

Qingfeng turned and glanced at her.

This illusion... is truly amazing.

However... there is no stone disc or Ling Yuling here. Could it be that they are not important enough to me?

"This sense of incongruity..."

Qingfeng closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the scene before him had returned to the long corridor he had seen before.

"Just as I thought."

He looked around.

At this moment, several cultivators, both men and women, were lying haphazardly on the open ground beside the corridor.

These people were all immersed in their own beautiful dreams.

"This wondrous illusion can only reflect the desires of my heart in this life. As long as I recall the memories of my previous life, I can discover the incongruity in the illusion and thus break free from it."

If that's really the case, can I break free from my inner demons using this method?

The reason he voluntarily entered the wondrous illusion was to temper his Dao heart.

Judging from the results, he only honed his Dao heart in this life, and the wondrous illusion could not read his memories and inner thoughts from his previous life.

To overcome the Nascent Soul Heart Demon Tribulation, more preparations are probably needed.

At the same time, Han Li had just passed through the illusion of being "human and machine".

Those beautiful illusions could not hold him back.

"The more timid and cowardly one is, the more easily one will be deceived by the illusions within the palace."

Han Li strode forward, but a call made him stop in his tracks.

"Brother Li."

A timid, weak voice reached Han Li's ears.

"You are...could it be...my little sister...?"

Han Li's heart trembled. The scene before him transformed into his hometown, Qingniu Town, and he reverted to being that dark-skinned farm boy.