Chapter 820 - 823: Indescribable Acts

"Is there really anything all that special about a Supreme Illusion Treasure?"

Upon seeing Madam Sang Hai, Old Huang Pi had a look as if he’d seen a ghost, prompting many young people to inquire.

"Generally speaking, Supreme Treasures are extremely rare, aren’t they? For a household to own even one is already uncommon," Madam Sang Hai explained.

The young people nodded one by one.

Those who wished to learn Madam Sang Hai’s illusion techniques often came from distinguished backgrounds.

But even in some of those families, there wasn’t a single Supreme Treasure to be found.

"Ordinary Supreme Treasures are rare enough, let alone an Illusion Type Supreme Treasure," Madam Sang Hai continued. "When I was younger, I searched everywhere for an Illusion Type Supreme Treasure, but after spending most of my life looking, I’ve never seen one. I haven’t even heard of one existing anywhere in the Three Realms."

"Yet it was unexpected that Mr. Wu Tian would have such an Illusion Type Supreme Treasure."

"To obtain an Illusion Type Supreme Treasure requires a certain level of fortune."

"Mr. Wu Tian’s fortune truly commands my respect," Madam Sang Hai remarked, bowing slightly to Wu Tian,

though her eyes still held a look of disbelief.

Illusion Type Supreme Treasures are scarce, and mastering one is even more difficult.

If one is not careful, even they could be caught up in their own illusionary treasure.

Old Huang Pi snapped back to his senses. He wondered if Madam Sang Hai’s words might have been a bit premature.

Wu Tian produced a painting scroll and assumed it was an Illusion Type Supreme Treasure?

Could it perhaps be just an ordinary painting scroll?

Thinking along these lines, Old Huang Pi found it quite possible. He approached Madam Sang Hai quietly, not daring to speak too loudly for fear of offending Wu Tian,

and whispered behind her back,

"Master Sang Hai, you should know how scarce Illusion Treasures are."

"Most people require fortune to find a Supreme Treasure."

"Wu Tian may have many treasures, but an Illusion Type Supreme Treasure? Frankly, I don’t buy it."

Madam Sang Hai frowned slightly, disliking Old Huang Pi’s approach.

She thought: If you have a problem, just say it loud, why talk behind someone’s back?

Old Huang Pi noticed her frown and assumed she shared his dissatisfaction with Wu Tian, so he added quickly, "Madam Sang Hai, given Wu Tian’s reputation, if he deceives us with a fake treasure, are we to follow blindly?"

He wondered if Madam Sang Hai, under Wu Tian’s influence, would also be afraid.

In the end, would the illusionary legacy be handed over to Qin Yuhan?

"White is white, black is black."

Madam Sang Hai scoffed lightly.

Old Huang Pi even began doubting her character, which made Madam Sang Hai unhappy.

...Wu Tian approached, making Old Huang Pi fall silent immediately, lowering his head, not daring to face Wu Tian,

nor did he dare to speak a word.

Wu Tian cast a cold glance at Old Huang Pi’s bowed head, knowing it wasn’t the time to settle accounts,

and turned to Madam Sang Hai, saying, "We’ll divide into three groups, and I’ll oversee one group, observing how long it takes each of them to emerge from their personal illusions."

"Okay," Madam Sang Hai nodded.

Thus, Qin Yuhan and the others were divided into three groups.

"Let’s begin," Madam Sang Hai said with a cold smile, and all three of them simultaneously used their illusions. Madam Sang Hai’s illusion was a natural one, capable of creating natural disasters,

while Old Huang Pi’s was unique to Huang Pi species, able to draw out the darker sides of human nature.

Meanwhile, Wu Tian’s illusion dragged a group of people directly into the Illusory Realm.

"Is this treasure truly an Illusion Type Treasure?"

Initially, Madam Sang Hai was somewhat convinced of Wu Tian’s claim, but her expression turned sour as she watched.

The painting had absorbed the people, appearing to be a prison-type treasure with seemingly no relation to illusions.

"See, Master Sang Hai, wasn’t I right?" Old Huang Pi shook his head in triumph, whispering to her.

He was greatly pleased; so much for the mighty Wu Tian — even he had his embarrassing moments. But Old Huang Pi knew better than to reveal his smirk, lest he face retribution.

Old Huang Pi focused intently on the group he was responsible for, closing his eyes to employ his own illusions,

and soon, Qin Yuhan and the others under his care were lost in the illusionary world.

"No, this is... How could such an existence be possible?" It wasn’t long before Old Huang Pi heard Madam Sang Hai’s incredulous voice and frowned.

What did Master Sang Hai mean by that?

He opened his eyes again, causing the illusion enveloping Qin Yuhan and the others to weaken slightly.

Of course, even then, no one emerged from the illusionary realm,

only Qin Yuhan managed to find a flaw and walk out.

Old Huang Pi hadn’t noticed Qin Yuhan’s escape; he only saw Madam Sang Hai staring at Wu Tian in bewilderment,

"What is it? Even if Wu Tian deceived you, there’s no need to..." Filled with curiosity, Old Huang Pi couldn’t resist looking toward Wu Tian, and just one glance left him dumbfounded, shivering as he mumbled, like a fool, "This... how is this possible?"

Old Huang Pi resembled a fool at that moment.

But looking ahead, he saw the others under Wu Tian’s care absorbed by the painting, only for the scenery within to change,

revealing a beautiful brothel, with women so enchanting they could be considered goddesses,

beckoning enticingly,

garbed in flowers, stirring the young men’s blood, and impossible to refuse.

Instantly, inside the painting, Little Huang Pi and the others moved toward the beckoning beauties,

one by one, they paired off and entered separate rooms, engaging in indescribable acts.

"How can there be such a Supreme Treasure?" Old Huang Pi couldn’t help exclaiming. Drawing people into the painting to experience illusions,

an illusion of this caliber couldn’t be executed by mere mortals.

In Old Huang Pi’s eyes, such an illusion had to be called a perfect illusion.

"To hear the Dao in the morning, one could die content by evening," Madam Sang Hai shuddered.

She had harbored suspicions about Wu Tian because of Old Huang Pi’s words.

Now she knew how gravely mistaken she was.

The painting’s illusion was, in every sense, like a real world, dominating the five senses; the inside of the painting seemed like an entirely different real world.

Madam Sang Hai could never have conceived of such an illusion before.

"It seems my grandson will find it difficult to escape Wu Tian’s Illusory Realm," Old Huang Pi sighed, realizing he couldn’t lose focus anymore and was determined that no one in his group should emerge from his illusions.

He hoped that no one on Madam Sang Hai’s side would escape their illusions either.

In this way, all under the jurisdiction of the three of them remained trapped in illusion,

so Old Huang Pi’s conscience could rest easy.

But then Old Huang Pi came to and noticed that Qin Yuhan had already escaped his illusion.

"How did this happen?" Old Huang Pi was stunned.

"How did this happen?" Wu Tian noticed this and chuckled, "You know, this isn’t the only surprise I have for you. Let me tell you something else that will amaze you."

"What is it?"

Old Huang Pi asked.