Chapter 130: Illusory Realm Playing with Hearts

Zhao Bu trembled slightly, instinctively considering resistance. However, contemplating the unfathomable strength of the other party, he chose to submit. Sensing the icy gaze roaming over him, Zhao Bu mournfully said, "Alright, senior!"

He then formed a hand seal, and a massive rock pillar thunderously emerged from the sea. Lowering his head in desolation, Zhao Bu said, "Senior, please!"

Following the central staircase inside the rock pillar, Zhao Bu led the way into the structure. Li Fan scanned the area with his spiritual sense. After over a year of studying the jade slip, he was no longer ignorant about formations. Inside the rock pillar, there were only a few simple water-controlling and dust-cleansing formations, with no traces of offensive formations. However, Li Fan remained cautious, activating a protective talisman before following Zhao Bu inside.

It turned out that Li Fan had been overly cautious. The interior of the rock pillar was quite rudimentary, mainly serving as storage rooms for the collected items. Zhao Bu guided Li Fan to a relatively spacious room.

In the center, a large table held what appeared to be a miniature model of the Cong Yunhai.

"Senior, please sit," Zhao Bu stammered, struggling to speak.

Li Fan leisurely took a seat, observing the earth-colored Zhao Bu. "Should I ask you one by one, or will you confess voluntarily?"

Zhao Bu opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but all that came out was a smile more bitter than tears. "Senior, I don't know what to confess!"

Li Fan snorted, and the insect-binding divine technique was activated again. Zhao Bu was once again restrained. Controlling the Blue Flame Phantom Spirit, a visible chill spread from the ground, resembling an ice-blue snake crawling up Zhao Bu.

In an instant, Zhao Bu's lower limbs were frozen into blue ice crystals.

"I wonder if, with your cultivation, your body can recover after being shattered into ice fragments," Li Fan said curiously.

A hint of fear flashed in Zhao Bu's eyes, but it quickly vanished, replaced by a forced composure. There was no sign of begging for mercy; instead, a sense of unyielding determination emanated from him.

Li Fan could see that Zhao Bu wasn't feigning.

"Interesting," Li Fan chuckled and, holding Zhao Bu captive, proceeded to the adjacent storage room.

Zhao Bu's eyes turned anxious.

"Oh my, these things here seem really nice. You must have put a lot of effort into collecting them," Li Fan remarked, lightly sliding his hands over some items that looked quite aged.

"Bang!"

He accidentally dropped a porcelain bowl to the ground. "Oops, my apologies. I accidentally broke it."

"Bang!"

Another piece of pottery shattered.

The rage in Zhao Bu's eyes intensified, staring fixedly at Li Fan as if wanting to tear him to pieces.

However, as fragile ancient artifacts continued to break, Zhao Bu's expression gradually shifted from fury to heartache, then to panic.

Finally, panic turned to pleading.

Li Fan, however, showed no intention of stopping.

Guiding Zhao Bu, they went through every room in the rock pillar, destroying his years of collected treasures before his eyes.

Seeing the shattered pieces scattered all over the floor, Zhao Bu felt a despair he had never experienced before. His body relaxed as control was returned to him, and he fell to the ground. Feeling weak, he rushed to the adjacent storage room, only to find that the beloved items were intact.

Overwhelmed with joy, he couldn't help but cry even more bitterly.

In Zhao Bu's eyes, the illusion he had just experienced was more terrifying than the most dreadful nightmare. He never wanted to go through that again.

"Now, do you know what to confess?" a nightmarish voice sounded in Zhao Bu's ear. Shivering, Zhao Bu said hastily, "I'll say, I'll say everything!"

The two returned to their seats, with Li Fan sitting comfortably and Zhao Bu standing obediently by the side.

Zhao Bu opened his mouth, hesitated for a moment, then began, "Junior Zhao Er Bao, a local cultivator from the Cong Yunhai. Sixty-eight years old this year..."

Li Fan's face darkened, and he interrupted, "Who cares about your personal details? I'm asking you about these things you've collected. What's their purpose? And where is that place you mentioned?"

"Why don't you use a storage ring for transportation but insist on using a flying boat yourself?" he continued with his questions.

With each question, Zhao Bu shivered. Li Fan pressed on, "Speak, do I need to extract the information from you forcibly?"

Zhao Bu's eyes revealed a trace of fear, but it was quickly suppressed. There was no sign of begging for mercy; instead, a sense of unyielding determination emanated from him.

Li Fan could see that Zhao Bu wasn't feigning.

"Interesting," Li Fan chuckled and, holding Zhao Bu captive, proceeded to the adjacent storage room.

Zhao Bu's eyes turned anxious.

"Oh my, these things here seem really nice. You must have put a lot of effort into collecting them," Li Fan remarked, lightly sliding his hands over some items that looked quite aged.

"Bang!"

He accidentally dropped a porcelain bowl to the ground. "Oops, my apologies. I accidentally broke it."

"Bang!"

Another piece of pottery shattered.

The rage in Zhao Bu's eyes intensified, staring fixedly at Li Fan as if wanting to tear him to pieces.

However, as fragile ancient artifacts continued to break, Zhao Bu's expression gradually shifted from fury to heartache, then to panic.

Finally, panic turned to pleading.

Li Fan, however, showed no intention of stopping.

Guiding Zhao Bu, they went through every room in the rock pillar, destroying his years of collected treasures before his eyes.

Seeing the shattered pieces scattered all over the floor, Zhao Bu felt a despair he had never experienced before. His body relaxed as control was returned to him, and he fell to the ground. Feeling weak, he rushed to the adjacent storage room, only to find that the beloved items were intact.

Overwhelmed with joy, he couldn't help but cry even more bitterly.

In Zhao Bu's eyes, the illusion he had just experienced was more terrifying than the most dreadful nightmare. He never wanted to go through that again.

"Now, do you know what to confess?" a nightmarish voice sounded in Zhao Bu's ear. Shivering, Zhao Bu said hastily, "I'll say, I'll say everything!"

The two returned to their seats, with Li Fan sitting comfortably and Zhao Bu standing obediently by the side.

Zhao Bu opened his mouth, hesitated for a moment, then began, "Junior Zhao Er Bao, a local cultivator from the Cong Yunhai. Sixty-eight years old this year..."

Li Fan's face darkened, and he interrupted, "Who cares about your personal details? I'm asking you about these things you've collected. What's their purpose? And where is that place you mentioned?"

"Why don't you use a storage ring for transportation but insist on using a flying boat yourself?" he continued with his questions.

With each question, Zhao Bu shivered. Li Fan pressed on, "Speak, do I need to extract the information from you forcibly?"