Chapter 815 - 758: The More Tricks, The More Joy

"When will the Pharmacist come back?"

Mo Xiuwen also asked the layman, but the layman was puzzled; how would he know such things? However, since Chen Xixi was with Mu Zili, he might know.

Just as he was about to ask his master, he turned around and found that Chen Xixi was gone!

Damn!

Mu Zili’s private instructions still echoed in his ears.

"Keep an eye on your master, don’t let him cause trouble."

At first, the layman didn’t think his master could cause any trouble, but then he turned around and realized they were running back to the Central Continent to take refuge.

What kind of trouble must he have caused?

He didn’t dare ask Mu Zili, and asking Chen Xixi... he probably wouldn’t say either.

So the layman ran hurriedly out, and even when he reached the deck, he still didn’t see anyone. It was finally a commotion that attracted him over.

The sound came from inside the ship’s cabin, which was exclusively used by Mo Xiuwen, so naturally, its interior was different from other Celestial Wave Crossings.

Just like back in Old Sea Stone City, the entire inside of the ship was hollowed out to provide more space for the Mo Family disciples to develop mechanisms.

When the layman and Mo Xiuwen arrived with Coconut and Yi Xian, they happened to see two identical cultivators arguing.

The other members of the Mo Family stood by, looking at each other, bewildered. Just now, someone inexplicably mixed in, and before they could drive him away, this had happened in the blink of an eye.

The two identical individuals were pushing each other in the crowd, accusing the other of being a fake.

As the group of Mo Family disciples found themselves helpless, Mo Xiuwen could only glance at the layman with a bitter smile.

There was no need to guess; one of them had to be the layman’s master.

The methods were identical, and it seemed even scarier than the layman because, in the blink of an eye, one could change into someone else.

"Better let you handle it!"

Mo Xiuwen tugged at the corner of his mouth, crying and laughing.

He couldn’t just blame such a powerful figure, so it was better to leave it to the layman.

The layman, looking distressed, came out and spoke helplessly to the two, "Master, stop playing; this is not the place for fooling around."

Unexpectedly, as soon as he spoke, the two identical people turned their heads simultaneously, arguing, "I’m not your master."

This made the layman feel very uncomfortable.

It seems Chen Xixi wasn’t done playing. If he wasn’t done, the layman really couldn’t do anything about it.

Mo Xiuwen, equally troubled, quietly suggested, "Don’t you have a way to tell them apart?"

The layman shook his head with a wry smile; he had only learned the basics, and Chen Xixi’s application was completely different.

He still needed various masks, but Chen Xixi not only didn’t need them but could change into different people in the blink of an eye.

That was the most terrifying part!

Of course, Chen Xixi had said that the scariest thing about a thousand illusions was never the appearance, and as for what it was, he would know when he had the chance in the future.

None of that was important now, because this really wasn’t the place for making trouble. The layman, utterly conflicted, had no choice but to speak again helplessly.

"Master, we really can’t play here, let’s not cause any trouble, don’t make it hard for my friends."

Seeing him say this, one of the two figures couldn’t help but roll his eyes, and in an instant, transformed into a young Daoist’s appearance.

This transformation left everyone except the layman stunned, rubbing their eyes in disbelief.

"Why don’t you change back?"

The layman pursed his lips; the previous look was fine, and now he had to spend time getting used to this.

Chen Xixi also pursed his lips, his voice becoming lively and playful as he spoke.

"I don’t like that look anymore, so I changed to this one."

After all, with the thousand illusions, she could change her appearance at will.

"Alright, disperse!"

At this moment, Mo Xiuwen shouted, urging the onlookers to disperse, restoring the ship’s cabin to normal operation.

Chen Xixi kept glancing around, clicking her tongue in admiration. Like the old Daoist she used to be, she was just as curious when she first saw the Mo Family’s methods.

Otherwise, she wouldn’t have snuck in to see for herself.

"Your artifact refining techniques in the Central Continent are indeed noteworthy."

Such an assessment was quite high; what could be noteworthy?

It meant something had the potential to continue developing and had various possibilities, thus qualifying it as noteworthy.

"Master, if you want to see, you can just tell us."

The layman laughed wryly. Sometimes his master’s nature was indeed mischievous like a... little girl!

At this thought, he couldn’t help but shudder; the more he thought about it, the less he could accept the idea that the old geezer he remembered was a woman, even if she was an old lady.

It was too uncomfortable.

Now he finally understood what was going through the minds of those he’d tricked.

This cultivation technique could indeed be quite irritating at times.

Chen Xixi, curiously poking around, suddenly brightened up, stepping forward quickly, and in front of her was a bunch of Void Spirit Jades.

"You guys can even make this kind of thing?"

These were things developed by their Celestial Dao Sect, and she didn’t expect the artifact refining cultivators from the Central Continent could make them too.

Mo Xiuwen, feeling rare awkwardness, coughed a few times; this wasn’t something he came up with independently.

Or rather, it wasn’t something he figured out himself; it was taught to him after losing a bet with the old Daoist.

Even if it wasn’t taught hand in hand, it at least gave him ideas, theories, and even samples.

With such a foundation, it would have been hard not to develop it.

As he was looking around, Chasing Soul returned with a bunch of scraps.

Well, not scraps; he had gone back to the Eastern Territory and collected all the parts of the mechanism’s Dharma Aspect that had been scattered.

As soon as the two made eye contact, Chen Xixi instantly seemed like a cat with its fur standing on end, almost bursting with aura.

While Chasing Soul was so frightened that the junk in his hands clattered to the ground.

The two’s cultivation technique auras were like natural enemies, enough at first sight to recognize each other’s origins.

"Yama Hall!"

"Oh my god, Celestial Dao Sect."

Chasing Soul was scared out of his wits; it wasn’t just the Celestial Dao Sect, but a Divine Dao Realm powerhouse!

"Hold on, hold on, we’re not enemies."

The layman quickly pulled Chen Xixi back; how could anyone here, in such a secretive place, possibly be an enemy?

Chasing Soul hastily explained, "I’m not from the Yama Hall, I’m really not from the Yama Hall."

"Nonsense, the Yama Hall’s smell on you can’t be washed off."

Chen Xixi rolled her eyes but restrained herself.

This was hard to explain, and Mo Xiuwen didn’t know how to explain Chasing Soul’s origins to her, so he briefly said, "He has essentially betrayed the Yama Hall."

Chasing Soul’s face darkened upon hearing this, but at this moment, that explanation was undoubtedly the best.

Chen Xixi’s eyes lit up, having heard the Yama Hall’s fierce reputation, and out of curiosity, someone would dare betray them.

"What were you thinking, betraying the Yama Hall and hanging out with people from the Central Continent? Got kicked in the head by a donkey?"

Goodness, that one sentence was enough to make people on both sides uncomfortable.

The atmosphere became eerily quiet; Mo Xiuwen didn’t know how to react, and Chasing Soul didn’t dare to make any move.

After a brief silence, Mo Xiuwen finally spoke.

"What are you doing with all these scraps?"

Chasing Soul then answered, bending down to pick them up again; these weren’t scraps, they were materials refined from the avatar of his split soul, with a Spiritual Treasure-level material, remarkably sturdy.

Didn’t you see, in the battle, how much remained?

Their rarity was evident.

But this wasn’t the focus; the focus was, what was Chasing Soul going to do with these?

Chasing Soul chuckled, carefully avoided Chen Xixi, and approached Mo Xiuwen, presenting the things with a grin.

"Come on, restore this pile; I like it."

Last time Chasing Soul’s avatar controlled this mechanism, he thoroughly enjoyed it; the combat power and methods could contend with Walking the Dao cultivators.

In this rough estimation, he was able to fight cultivators that crossed two small realms with his Initial Realm Divine Terrace.

Han Yu’s joy he truly understood.

The more methods, the more joy.