Female lead: No, it's me again??

This scar... could only form if someone severed one's spiritual veins!

Could he be...?

What made Feng Siyue's pupils shrink the most was that there was a scar on her chest that looked like a love lock!

Daughter... Persimmon... Could it be such a coincidence?

If he were the child's father...

Feng Siyue squatted down and gently parted his hair. His aged face still vaguely showed his appearance when he was young, and he looked somewhat similar to the man in the painting.

Why has a cultivator fallen into such a state of destitution?

Night fell again.

Above the sky, the Nine Reincarnation Array mercilessly reaped the villagers' life force. An old man who was sleeping suddenly woke up, crying and shouting as he ran in that direction.

He walked past Feng Siyue as if he hadn't seen them at all.

The old man's tears fell on the persimmon tree, slowly emitting a faint glow. The orange and green persimmons visibly grew and ripened, and a strange aroma wafted over. Two breaths later, the tree was plunged back into darkness.

The orange and green persimmons slowly began to fade into an illusion.

When Feng Siyue smelled the familiar scent, all her doubts were instantly resolved.

Xuan Li was astonished to witness the changes in the persimmon tree.

"This is..."

Feng Siyue quickly picked two persimmons, silently took a bite of the ripe one, and found it sweet, soft, and sticky.

She took another bite of a persimmon, this time an astringent one.

It was astringent and bitter, just like the smell of the burned half of the portrait.

"What's going on?"

Feng Siyue walked towards the place where the Ice Cat was imprisoned. "Let's go. Perhaps our time to leave is not far off."

.........

Amidst the ruins, the newcomer's sword was about to pierce the woman's chest once more. A ragged, hunched old man stood behind her, his expression crazed, as the spirit sword pierced his heart.

He seemed to regain his senses in an instant, his aged hands trembling as he embraced the woman, "Hua Niang... I'll stay with you..."

The sword pierced through their hearts, and the scene once again shattered and vanished.

Su Ziyi, who was inside the house, hadn't even had a chance to look at the portrait when she and Feng Siyue were ejected and appeared at the village entrance.

The illusionary realm is about to be reset for the fifth time.

The portrait in Su Ziyi's hand disappeared.

Xuan Li fanned Feng Siyue awake again, "Should we wake them up?"

Feng Siyue shook her head. "No need."

When Su Ziyi and the other person woke up, they were confused and obviously did not remember what had happened yesterday.

They looked at Feng Siyue and Tang You standing beside them. Tang You greeted them somewhat awkwardly, "May I ask your names, ladies? And why... are we... here together at the entrance of this Flourishing Flower Village?"

He had no recollection of what had just happened.

This shy demeanor is quite different from last night.

Feng Siyue gave him a strange look. "Didn't you ask us to see you out? Have you forgotten so quickly?"

She started scamming people.

Trial?

Fail, all of you!

Xuan Li, who understood her little scheme, yawned repeatedly. "That's right, after drinking so much wine in the middle of the night, you still insisted on dragging us to recite poems with you. I really admire your enthusiasm."

"If you're going to leave, then leave quickly! We need to sleep, though!"

Tang You racked his brains for a long time, but still couldn't remember what was going on.

But the two girls in front of me looked sincere and impatient, as if they weren't faking it.

"Oh, I'm so sorry..."

Tang You pulled Su Ziyi a few steps back, and just as they crossed the white line, Su Ziyi suddenly stopped, grabbed Tang You's arm, and said, "Wait."

"what happened?"

Tang You, still blaming himself, asked.

"I didn't drink."

Tang You instantly understood, and licked her lips, "I probably don't either."

"so..."

They lied.

The two turned their heads in unison, but the two girls were nowhere to be seen.

Su Ziyi's expression darkened slightly. Another illusion?

The complexity of this bustling village far exceeded his expectations.

He couldn't remember anything that happened yesterday.

"Let's go in and take another look."

"it is good!"

The next second, the blue jade pendants at their waists shattered.

Su Ziyi and Tang You's expressions turned ugly!

The trial failed???

why?

Su Ziyi angrily waved his sleeve, suppressing his anger, and said...

"let's go!"

If the jade pendant shatters, it means they have lost their qualification for the trial.

The Flower Village will not be open to them!

Zhongzhou.

Qingze Mountain, the summit.

A giant stone tablet, ten feet tall, emitted a faint light.

It was filled with a dense list of names.

There are four columns in total: Trial Name, Serial Number, Success Status, and Completion Rate.

The names of the trial participants are not listed here.

Only numbers one through one hundred are available.

At this point, the seventh and ninth positions suddenly changed, and the blurry information became clear.

"Trial of Blossoms, Number Six, Failure, 95%"

"Trial of Blossoms, Number Eight, Failure, 95%"

In an instant, their ranking dropped to outside the top twenties.

The man guarding the monument stared wide-eyed, then shook his head and sighed, "No matter how talented or monstrous you are, it's impossible to pass this trial with a failure rate of 200%."

Since the establishment of this Blooming Trial, no one has succeeded in eight hundred years. It was once more popular than the Death Trial, which was said to leave even the survivors half-dead.

At least someone succeeded with that one, but this one.....

Ugh.