Chapter 902: Chapter 903: Satisfaction
Taking a step forward, the scene in front of Lin Qian suddenly changed, as if clouds and mist brushed past, like water waves cleansing the body. In a moment of dizziness, his eyes went black, and he lost consciousness.
After a long while, Lin Qian suddenly smelled a pungent sour stench, making him nauseous.
With a sudden flip, Lin Qian sat up quickly, hurriedly surveying his surroundings, only to find himself in a grass hut.
In this grass hut, not only was he not alone, but many others were also lying there sleeping.
By the light, he noticed that these people were unkempt, in ragged clothes, exuding a foul odor—clearly beggars one by one.
Lin Qian involuntarily lowered his head, looked at himself, and found that he was dressed the same way.
He had become a beggar.
It only took a moment for Lin Qian to calm his emotions, circulate the soul energy within his body, and after carefully sensing, reopened his eyes to find his soul energy was completely gone, as if it had never existed.
“Is this the Illusion Realm?” Lin Qian thought, grabbing the dry grass beneath him, its texture making him sigh, “This illusion is so real, vividly lifelike, even this smell can be simulated, remarkable.”
Speaking of which, Lin Qian suddenly froze, his body tensed, looking down at his hands.
“Strange, according to the information from others in the Saint Institute, entering the Illusion Realm, one would get lost, only awakening would break the illusion. Why, in my case, do I clearly know this is an illusion yet cannot leave?”
In the Saint Institute, many came to the Enchanting Soul Forest, naturally bearing much intelligence about it.
Furthermore, the person who created the Saint Institute was his teacher, so how could Lin Qian not know the internal situation of the Enchanting Soul Forest?
Each step is an illusion, each step a life.
With each step, one is dragged into the illusion, experiencing various things. Entering the illusion, one forgets themselves, only succeeding in waking to break out, a success for that step, then take the next one upon waking.
But what exactly was experienced in the illusion, no one knows, only at the moment of awakening do they understand where they are, or through some deduction, know their identity in the illusion.
Besides, any memory in the illusion dissipates as if it has never been experienced, incredibly magical.
Each time they break an illusion, they find their soul power increases slightly, the deeper they go, the more it increases.
But if they fail, it harms the soul, so everyone in the Enchanting Soul Forest proceeds with caution, never rashly advancing.
“What the hell, what exactly is going on with this situation?” After carefully observing his surroundings, Lin Qian couldn’t figure out the situation.
Attempting once more, Lin Qian found that while he couldn’t use his real cultivation, he could connect with the Heavenly Art Department within the Xuanhuan Star.
Moreover, the response from Zhuge Ming of the Heavenly Art Department shocked Lin Qian.
“Your Majesty, this illusion is formed by the Immortal Artifact within the Enchanting Soul Forest itself. The time sensed by Your Majesty in the illusion differs from the outside world. One breath outside is ten years in the illusion. Observing this situation, I have specially altered the time flow in a small palace of the heavenly palace to handle this situation.”
“What?” This time, Lin Qian was truly shocked, never expecting the illusion to be so extraordinary.
“Your Majesty, I dared to rely on the national luck to observe Your Majesty’s soul and simulated the situation in the illusion. This illusion is likely a kind of trial, and it only lasts six breaths, which equates to sixty years in the illusion!”
“In these sixty years, something probably needs to be done.”
To this, Lin Qian remained silent, evidently realizing he had probably touched the true nature of this Immortal Artifact.
The purpose of this illusion likely isn’t just to see through and leave. Otherwise, why would there be a limited duration? Shouldn’t it exist indefinitely until the person in the illusion sees through it?
“Hahaha, Lin Qier, what are you daydreaming about again?” Suddenly, a young beggar about ten years old came playfully beside Lin Qian, patting his shoulder.
“Huh?” Lin Qian, who was originally deep in thought, snapped back to reality.
On the other side, an old beggar curled his lips and said, “Of course he’s dreaming his daydreams, thinking about striking it rich and becoming some Beggar Emperor, how amusing.”
“Hahaha, right, Lin Qier, you must be dreaming of being some Beggar Emperor again.”
“Beggar Emperor, why don’t you tell us how a beggar can become an Emperor, and how does an Emperor become a beggar?”
The bantering of nearby beggars made Lin Qian’s eyes light up with inspiration, and he suddenly stood up shouting, “I see, I understand now!”
“What are you shouting for, gave us a scare.”
“Exactly, Lin Qier, have you gotten restless from not being seen for a few days?”
Two robust beggars came forward, angrily shouting at Lin Qian.
Seeing these two men, the nearby beggars quickly avoided them, fearing them intensely.
“Hmph!” Seeing these two troublemakers, Lin Qian’s eyes flickered with cold light. Striking first, he darted forward, landing an uppercut on the jaw of the person closest to him.
Thump!
The dull sound of a punch resonated as the tall one, who had not expected Lin Qier to dare make a move, was knocked dizzy and collapsed to the ground.
The other beggar, enraged, stepped forward.
Lin Qian had no soul energy, but his combat experience remained. How was this beggar a match? Within moments, he was defeated, wailing in pain on the ground.
The surrounding beggars looked at Lin Qian with shock, as if seeing a stranger, filled with fear.
Looking at the crowd dreading him, Lin Qian chuckled coldly, his heart already understanding: “I see, Prime Minister, it seems that next I will need your aid in strategizing.”
“Your Majesty, what is it?”
“How to be a Beggar Emperor—I think founding a Beggar Gang might be the way.” Lin Qian devised a plan and spoke to Zhuge Ming.
Zhuge Ming realized, nodding repeatedly, “I see, as expected, Your Majesty’s mind is meticulous. Your Excellency’s current identity as Lin Qier’s greatest wish is to become a Beggar Emperor, so this illusion allows Your Majesty to build this world within a sixty-year time limit in the illusion!”
“Hahaha, indeed!”
With this, Lin Qian, relying on Zhuge Ming’s wisdom and his own skill, began organizing beggars, founding the Beggar Gang.
Becoming familiar with this world, Lin Qian even created soul skills and methods of cultivation as if he were a founding master.
“This is the Dog Beating Stick, emblematic of the Beggar Gang.”
“The Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms and Dog Beating Stick Skill are enough to make our Beggar Gang the foremost power on the Tianwu Continent!”
Outside, in the Enchanting Soul Forest, as five and a half breaths passed, Lin Qian’s eyes suddenly opened, a change in his expression.
“What a thrill!”