Chapter 62

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Chapter 62: Heavenly Human Perception Sutra – Qing Di section

After killing the man, Mu Lin wasted no time. He immediately commanded the remaining paper figures to approach the basement entrance.

As he arrived, the air buzzed and the scenery shifted, revealing Chu Lingluo’s figure.

This was her technique: Soul Resonance.

The Heavenly Human Perception Sutra – Qing Di section, a mid-grade heavenly-level cultivation method, granted multiple abilities. The first innate ability was plant control.

Qing Di ruled over all vegetation. Practicing this method, Chu Lingluo could command plants across the world.

Spells like rejuvenation, purification, and vitality all stemmed from plant control. Through the sutra, she could accelerate plant growth, extract their life essence to store inside her body for healing others. Moderate extraction didn’t harm plants—like pruning trees to encourage stronger growth.

Next came natural perception. Using plants as her senses through their bond with nature, she detected imbalances in the world. Soul Resonance represented an advanced application of the sutra.

Plants being everywhere, Chu Lingluo’s secret technique merged her spiritual energy with vegetation. Initially, this only masked her aura. But thanks to her Level 1 Spiritual Roots, pure heart, Clear Heart Jade Pendant, Enlightenment Tea, and True Meaning Diagram, she achieved Level 3 Mastery in Soul Resonance.

Now her entire form vanished alongside her aura when connecting with plants. Even Mu Lin couldn’t spot her without careful inspection. Hiding one’s limbs was a Level 2 ability—Level 3 concealed entire areas.

Downstairs, Tavern Owner Fuyi battled fiercely with the Yellow Turban Might. He repeatedly shouted for his waiters during the fight, but received no reply—Level 3 Soul Resonance had muffled all combat noises and shouts.

"Good thing you’re here. I couldn’t have lured them separately otherwise."

Chu Lingluo blushed, shaking her head. "You’re more impressive, Young Master Mu Lin. Using paper figures to trick them… Is the Yin Eight Sect paper folders’ inheritance truly this strong?"

Mu Lin chuckled. "Hardly. Though it sounds boastful, I’m unique." This wasn’t false—ordinary paper folders lacked grandmaster-level paper folding skills, master-level drawing skills, or handwriting techniques. Without Soul Resonance and the ability to make paper figures breathe with lifelike essence, others faced 80-90% detection rates even when operated by high-level cultivators at night. At Mu Lin’s cultivation level, their paper figures would appear corpse-pale—obvious fakes to ordinary people.

*Boom!*

While they spoke, the basement fight concluded. As the third level Tower of Illusions’ strongest monster, Tavern Owner Fuyi had crushed both Yellow Turban Might with his bone cleaver despite being ambushed. Enraged, he roared upward before charging out:

"Bastards! Where are you? I called—"

His shout died as he saw all his subordinates frozen behind Mu Lin.

After it appeared, the waiters stared at it with eerie gazes.

By now, Tavern Owner Fuyi fully understood his subordinates had fallen under enemy control.

Not daring to hesitate, he immediately tried fleeing toward the basement upon realizing the danger.

But it was already too late.

Without Mu Lin needing to move, Chu Lingluo waved her hand, summoning vines from the earth to seal the basement entrance completely.

At Mu Lin’s silent command, the paper figures he’d folded charged fearlessly at the enemy.

"Roar!"

Cornered, a brutal killing erupted at the basement doorway.

Mu Lin frowned as Tavern Owner Fuyi fought with savage ferocity—despite the swarm of paper figures, they couldn’t subdue him quickly.

Fortunately, Mu Lin had other tricks.

"Whoosh…"

When Mu Lin blew on a folded paper sword, a long sword exuding eternal aura materialized in the Tower of Illusions.

While the paper figures harried the enemy, Mu Lin focused. The cursed paper sword slashed Tavern Owner Fuyi’s body from an unexpected angle.

One strike. Two. Three. Four… Each slash caused little direct harm.

But the cursed blood staining the blade tormented him.

The corrosive power ate at his flesh like bone-devouring maggots, draining his strength steadily.

His struggles against the paper figures grew increasingly desperate.

Though he attempted targeting Mu Lin directly during the fight,

the paper figures formed an impassable wall. He couldn’t even approach, much less attack.

Thus, through coordinated paper figure assaults and Mu Lin’s precise strikes, they overwhelmed Tavern Owner Fuyi.

Yet when he fell, the third level trial didn’t end. Instead, faintly seductive whispers coiled through Mu Lin’s mind:

"Worship our master. Offer sacrifices. The great Lord of Gluttony shall grant all…"

Countless voices overlapped—eerie yet sacred, like twisted hymns.

The cacophony of countless voices in his ears nearly ensnared Mu Lin.

But the proud heart lamp in his sea of consciousness blazed suddenly.

Its radiance ignited Mu Lin’s defiance, scattering the temptations.

"My fate is mine alone!"

"None shall claim my devotion!"

Beside him, crystalline chimes resonated around Chu Lingluo, her mind shielded by pure tones.

"Whoosh…"

As they resisted, the third level blurred. They were ejected abruptly.

"Cleared… just like that? That pig-headed vendor was no demon—merely a rule-bound anomaly. It attacks only when provoked."

"Normally, resisting its lure would prompt reporting to the Demon Suppression Division. Stronger agents would handle the rest, ending our mission."

"Buzz…"

White light flashed. They reappeared outside.

Their meal had made this trial lengthy. Surprisingly, Jing Yeming’s team emerged too—but while Mu Lin’s group stood unharmed, Jing Yeming’s companions looked haggard.

The pale-faced leader and his shaken team contrasted sharply with Mu Lin’s calm party.

Glancing at the tower, Mu Lin saw no names on the third level.

They’d failed.

"????"