After the death of the villain master, the traitor went crazy

[At this stage, Li Jin'er hasn't even been considered your disciple, and it's uncertain whether she can even successfully enter the Purple Star Sword Sect. They scoffed at this and didn't take it seriously.]

[It wasn't until she was accepted as your nominal disciple thanks to Li Fuyi that this news quietly spread among the disciples.]

Tongzi thought that since it was already a dowry system, the supervision of the main system was useless, so he secretly let it leak more information.

[Later on, stories of her climbing into bed and being taken into the room began to surface.]

This completely ignited the rumors that had been buried before. It was no surprise that the entire Zichen Sword Sect despised them.

Mo Zheng was stunned after hearing this, and wished he had a bottle of regret medicine!

(Why didn’t you tell me earlier?)

(I also want to take this opportunity to let Li Fuyi feel that the world is full of love!)

I was filled with deep regret: (It’s all over… I had good intentions but ended up doing something bad…)

[Host...you didn't ask me.] Isn't this a clear enough hint?

In the past, it was under pressure from the rules and could not speak out.

Now even the supervision has been withdrawn, and it dares to reveal information as appropriate as long as the host asks.

(I...I!) What else can Mo Zheng say when he is so choked that he can’t even complain?

Silently tell yourself not to get angry, don’t get angry. If you get angry to death, no one will heal you. If you get angry to death, you will make your enemies laugh to death.

At least he straightened his mindset and began to watch Li Fuyi break into the Xuanfeng Tower attentively.

Suddenly, I had a bad guess. (Tongzi, there won’t be any weird things in the hero’s fantasy, right?)

[The male protagonist Li Fuyi is not within the system's control range, and the system cannot answer the host's questions.]

The system is frustrated. Why ask him when there are so many other questions to ask?!

Mo Zheng despised Tongzi for being useless for three seconds (Okay! It’s better to rely on yourself than to ask others).

Fortunately, Li Fuyi did not disappoint him. With the halo of the male protagonist, he stepped into the illusion mind formation and appeared at the entrance to the second floor of Xuanfeng Tower the next moment!

Surprisingly, the latecomer surpassed many second- and third-level spiritual roots, and was approaching the speed of the few single-attribute spiritual roots.

The people watching through the water mirror turned back to check, but no matter how many times they looked, there was no scene in the mission illusion.

The water mirror went dark, and he appeared on the second floor.

The old master smiled and said, "Although this child's spiritual roots are somewhat weak, his mind is indeed pure and true. This illusionary mind array can't trap him for even a moment."

Everyone then came to their senses and realized that such people really existed.

They either have a simple and firm mind, without obsession or fear; or their hearts are as hard as a shield, and the illusionary mind array cannot affect them at all.

Li Fuyi in front of them was an amateur who didn't even know how to cultivate his Qi, so everyone classified him as the former.

The successive miracles that happened to him could only mean that he was blessed with special talents.

People are more optimistic about him than about several other people with single spiritual roots.

I'm afraid that the Zichen Sword Sect is going to have another direct disciple with mixed five spiritual roots.

I just don't know who he will become his disciple.

Li Fuyi stood on the second floor and watched the scene in front of him change to the foot of the Zichen Sword Sect's mountain gate.

Knowing that it was an illusion, he looked at the old man walking towards him with caution.

The old man with white hair and beard, wearing the Zichen Sword Sect uniform, came up to him and congratulated him: "Little brother, congratulations on successfully passing the first level."

"This second level... is very simple. You just need to walk up the mountain from here and bow at the entrance of the main hall."

He said it so easily, Li Fuyi looked up along the direction of his hand...

But I felt that the mountain road, which was not steep at first, seemed to go straight up to the sky, and I couldn't see the end at a glance.

Looking at the old man again, he was no longer there.

Li Fuyi tucked the hem of his clothes into his belt and started climbing the mountain without thinking.

He originally thought that it was just like the common tricks in the trials of various factions in the legend, with endless paths waiting for him to climb and test his willpower.

But I never thought...

Just over a hundred meters away, a man wearing a white mask came towards him with bare hands!

Li Fuyi nimbly took a step to the left and successfully avoided the punch, but the masked man had already kicked at his feet with a sweeping kick.

I was caught off guard and tripped hard, then I was hit by several punches on my back, and my nose immediately started bleeding...

Just as Li Fuyi curled up and prepared to face more beatings, the masked man lifted him up and threw him back dozens of meters.

Then, just as it came, it dissipated into the air...

Li Fuyi rubbed her eyes to see it all clearly. For a moment she suspected that this was also an illusion, but the pain on her face was real.

Mo Zheng saw all this through the water mirror, and finally understood why the Mo Zheng in the original book disliked Li Fuyi for being too ugly and was unwilling to accept him as his disciple even at death.

After just a few steps, my face is swollen...

The second level does test your willpower, but it's not just about climbing up the main mountain; you'll also be constantly harassed along the way.

And this attacker was copied based on the tester himself.

In a sense, the one who attacks you is yourself.

Every punch you throw will become the next punch that attacks you.

And Li Fuyi's style of hitting people in the face...

It's amazing!

By the end, Mo Zheng couldn't even look directly at that face that was so swollen it was unrecognizable...

My temples were throbbing so hard that I twisted my neck stiffly before I felt better.

The last time he saw Li Fuyi was at the apprenticeship ceremony. I think the medical practitioner had restored his youthful and handsome face by then.

Too Perfect to Miss : The scene where the male protagonist beats himself up beyond recognition.

Fortunately, Li Fuyi was beaten less and less frequently. This incredible being of his had actually learned to predict himself quickly and was becoming more and more adept at dodging attacks.

When he kowtowed politely to the empty meeting hall, Mo Zheng breathed a sigh of relief.

The white-haired old man appeared before him again and said to Li Fuyi, "Congratulations, you've passed the second level."

With a wave of his sleeves, the meeting hall disappeared like fragments, but Li Fuyi's face was still swollen and painful.

"That's the third floor. Do you want to go?" The old man pointed to the stairs going up and asked Li Fuyi, who had a pig-headed face, with a smile.

Li Fuyi stood up tremblingly and wiped the blood from his nose with his sleeve, causing himself to hiss twice.

He walked around the old man and went up the stairs.

At this time, he had become the first among this batch of newcomers to reach the third floor.

More eyes were focused on him, and everyone observed him with a water mirror.

The third floor was empty, with only a half-new chair placed in the middle.

A line of words flashed in the air: "Young man, come and sit here."

Li Fuyi circled around cautiously.

Indeed, I didn't notice anything else unusual, so I had to sit down as the words indicated.

The words immediately changed to: "Get ready, it's time to start."

Li Fuyi endured the pain, opened her eyes wide and observed her surroundings vigilantly.

Mo Zheng covered his eyes as he watched through the water mirror, feeling a little reluctant about what was about to happen next.