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With the help of an invincible pill, Lu Yang managed to escape from the puppet's clutches.
The moment Lu Yang stepped out of Tianmen Peak, the puppet ceased its pursuit, standing at a distance, watching him disappear into the distance.
"Thank goodness puppets can't leave the mountain," Lu Yang sighed in relief, having realized long ago that the puppets had a limited range of movement and couldn't leave Tianmen Peak.
"Senior Brother Lu, why are you running so fast? Is there danger on Tianmen Peak?" Tao Yaoye's voice sounded from behind Lu Yang.
With the eldest senior sister on Tianmen Peak, could there be any danger?
"No, nothing. I just haven't gone for a run in a while, stretching my legs," Lu Yang couldn't admit he was being chased by a puppet; it would be too embarrassing.
"Do you have time now? I've had some new thoughts about illusion techniques and wanted to discuss them with you."
Lu Yang thought for a moment, realizing he indeed had no pressing matters: "Sure, shall we head to Wuchen Peak?"
On the way to Wuchen Peak, Lu Yang casually asked, "Junior Sister Tao, what new ideas do you have about illusion techniques?"
"It was the idea you gave me last time when you, Senior Brother Meng, and Junior Brother Man performed Body Fusion. You three willingly subjected yourselves to my illusion, and it got me thinking, can illusion be used for something other than combat?"
"That's an interesting line of thought, go on?"
"The biggest challenge in casting illusion is making the target succumb to it. So why not think the other way around? Is there a situation where the target would willingly succumb to the illusion?"
Lu Yang pondered, having never considered this before, but he felt he was grasping the essence of what Junior Sister Tao was trying to convey.
Following Tao Yaoye's train of thought, he said, "Willingly succumbing to an illusion requires two conditions: safety and comfort."
"Safety ensures it's not a combat tactic, which is a fundamental guarantee, while comfort is the prerequisite for the target to willingly accept the illusion."
"The characteristic of an illusion is its immersive experience. If we can provide an experience that they can't get in reality, they would willingly indulge."
"Are you suggesting, Junior Sister Tao, that we show them scenes they normally can't see, like…" Lu Yang looked incredulously at Tao Yaoye, not expecting her to think of something typically only men would.
Tao Yaoye nodded excitedly, proud that the quick-witted Senior Brother Lu had understood her meaning so swiftly.
"Yes, like showing them the spectacle of cultivators in battle!"
Lu Yang: "…"
I apologize, my thoughts went astray. I'll reflect on that.
Tao Yaoye continued excitedly, "I'm not talking about low-level cultivators fighting; that's common. Battles among Golden Elixir cultivators are rare to witness, especially since they can fly and their spiritual power is much more abundant than during the Foundation Establishment phase, with countless spells at their disposal, making for great spectacles!"
"Ordinary people and low-level cultivators don't have the chance to see battles between Golden Elixir cultivators and above. If we use illusion to let them see such battles, they would surely be delighted!"
"Of course, I'm not doing this for charity; there's a fee."
She was counting on this to make money.
"Now I'm considering whether starting with a battle without any backstory might seem too abrupt. Should I add some plot?"
The two arrived at the entrance to Tao Yaoye's cave dwelling on Wuchen Peak.
Tao Yaoye was visibly excited, "Let me give you a demonstration, don't resist."
"Okay."
Tao Yaoye opened her red paper umbrella, using it to shield her body, and gently swayed it in front of Lu Yang. He felt a moment of dizziness, and when he regained his senses, he found himself amidst endless mountains.
Feeling something, he looked up and saw two figures in the sky, dressed similarly, apparently brothers.
One was in tears, his voice trembling, "Senior Brother, tell me, why did you kill Master, your favorite junior sister, and the other senior brothers and sisters? Why!"
The other burst into laughter, a sinister black aura emanating from his body, "Haha, why? You should ask Master that! Ask yourself!"
"Me?" The junior brother was surprised and confused.
"I was the first disciple, diligently practicing every day, hoping to inherit Master's mantle. Even when other junior brothers and sisters joined, I didn't care; their talents were no match for mine!"
"But your arrival changed everything. Master wanted to pass the sect leadership to you!"
"I questioned Master why, and he said I was impatient and short-sighted, that you were the most suitable to inherit his mantle!"
"Enraged, I couldn't believe my years of hard work were seen as impatience! In my anger, I killed him. Just then, the junior sister witnessed it, screaming and drawing attention. To silence them, I had no choice but to kill them all!"
"Junior Brother, now that you know everything, you must die too! Your cultivation is far inferior to mine, surrender peacefully!"
The junior brother's body surged with golden mist, his aura faintly contending with the senior brother's.
The senior brother was shocked, "Impossible, you should only be at the early stage of Golden Elixir, how can you be at the late stage like me!"
The junior brother's expression was cold, recalling the sight of corpses strewn across the sect, his dying master who transferred all his power to him, and the junior sister who lost her life in his arms.
The mastermind behind all this must die!
The senior brother had a sudden realization, his expression manic, "I get it now, that old man transferred all his cultivation to you! I knew he favored you!"
The junior brother, now the inheritor of the sect's legacy, wielding two magical instruments, flicked the scissors in his hand, transforming them into two golden Flood Dragons that lunged at the senior brother.
The senior brother extended a giant ghostly claw from behind, suppressing the golden Flood Dragons.
The junior brother opened a jade bottle, and a torrent of yellow sand gushed out like a tsunami toward the senior brother, who shouted and drew his waist knife, slicing the sand tsunami in two.
The brothers engaged in an intense battle, with magical treasures, spells, and schemes one after another, dazzling the onlookers, who wished they could join the fray.
Suddenly, the scene turned into a landscape painting, then submerged in water, the ink diluting, everything vanished, and Lu Yang came back to his senses, Tao Yaoye holding the red paper umbrella, smiling at him.
"Senior Brother Lu, how was it? How do you feel? I tried adding some plot; isn't it better than a dry fight?"
Lu Yang was silent for a long time, his mind filled with a barrage of critiques, unsure where to start.
Isn't this just a movie?
Or rather, a holographic-level movie!
The battle scenes were indistinguishable from reality, though the plot was a bit thin, but that didn't matter, it was just the beginning, and the story could always be enriched.
If this were in my previous life, it would be a blockbuster, no special effects could compare.
"What a great idea."
Lu Yang exclaimed in admiration, believing that once perfected and introduced to the public, it would definitely be a hit!