With the help of the Invincible Pill, Lu Yang successfully escaped the puppets. The moment Lu Yang stepped off Tianmen Peak, the puppets stopped their pursuit, standing some distance away and watching him disappear into the distance.
"Fortunately, the puppets can't descend the mountain," Lu Yang sighed in relief. He had already noticed that the puppets had a restricted range of activity 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 rang out behind Lu Yang.
With Senior Sister there on Tianmen Peak, how could there be any danger?
"No, nothing. I just haven't run in a while, stretching my legs," Lu Yang stammered. He certainly couldn't admit that puppets had been chasing and attacking him; it would be too humiliating.
"Are you busy now? I've recently had some new ideas about illusion techniques and wanted to discuss them with you."
Lu Yang considered for a moment, realizing he wasn't busy. "Sure, to Wuchen Peak?"
On the way to Wuchen Peak, Lu Yang casually asked, "Junior Sister, what new ideas do you have about illusion techniques?"
"It's an idea I got from last time when you, Senior Brother Meng, and Junior Brother Man merged. You three voluntarily accepted my illusions, and it made me wonder: can illusion techniques be used for purposes other than combat?"
"That's an interesting idea. Do go on."
"When casting illusions, the biggest challenge is making the target immerse themselves in the illusion. So, why don't we consider the opposite: situations where someone might voluntarily immerse themselves in an illusion?"
Lu Yang pondered, having never considered this question before. He felt he was beginning to grasp what Junior Sister Tao was trying to convey.
Following Tao Yaoye's line of thought, he said, "Voluntary immersion in an illusion requires two conditions: safety and comfort."
"Safety ensures it's not a combat method, providing the fundamental guarantee. Comfort, on the other hand, is the prerequisite for someone to willingly accept the illusion."
"The nature of illusion is to create an immersive experience. If we allow someone to enjoy experiences they can't have in reality, they will willingly immerse themselves."
"Are you suggesting, Junior Sister Tao, that we let them see things they normally wouldn't, such as…" Lu Yang looked at Tao Yaoye in disbelief, surprised that someone who seemed so innocent would come up with an idea he associated more with men.
Tao Yaoye nodded, pleased. "As expected of Senior Brother Lu, the most quick-witted," she thought, "he understood my meaning so quickly."
"Exactly! Let them watch cultivators fighting!"
Lu Yang was speechless.
*Inside, Lu Yang thought: My apologies, I completely misconstrued that. I need to reflect.*
Tao Yaoye excitedly clarified, "I'm not talking about low-level cultivators fighting; those are common. Battles between Golden Core stage cultivators, however, are rarely seen. Especially since Golden Core cultivators can fly and possess far more spiritual power than those in the Foundation Establishment stage, they can unleash countless spells, making the spectacle truly captivating!"
"Mortals and low-level cultivators rarely get the chance to witness battles involving cultivators above the Golden Core stage. If we use illusion techniques to show them such fights, they would surely be thrilled!"
"Of course, I'm not doing this out of charity; it would be a paid service."
She was banking on this idea to make money.
"What I'm considering now is whether starting directly with a fight, without any backstory or buildup, might feel too abrupt. Should we add some plot?"
The two arrived at the entrance of Tao Yaoye's cave dwelling on Wuchen Peak.
Tao Yaoye seemed exceptionally excited. "I'll give you a demonstration," she said. "Please don't resist."
"Alright."
Tao Yaoye opened her red paper umbrella, using it to partly conceal herself, and gently swayed it twice in front of Lu Yang. Lu Yang felt a sudden disorientation, and when he collected himself, he found he was standing amidst an endless mountain range.
A premonition struck him, and he looked up to see two figures standing in the air. They wore similar robes, appearing to be fellow disciples.
One of them wept, his voice trembling slightly. "Senior Brother," he cried, "tell me, why did you kill our master? Why did you kill our favorite junior sister? Why did you kill the other senior brothers and sisters? Why?"
The other burst into laughter, a sinister black aura emanating from his body. "Hahaha, why? You should ask Master! Or you!"
"Me?" the junior brother asked, bewildered.
"I was the first to join the sect. I diligently practiced every day, all to one day inherit Master's mantle. Even when junior brothers and sisters joined afterward, I paid them no mind; their talents were all inferior to mine!"
"But your arrival shattered everything. Master intended to pass the position of sect leader to you!"
"I questioned Master why, and he told me I was too eager for quick success and short-sighted, claiming you were the most suitable person to inherit his legacy!"
"I was consumed by rage! Were all my years of effort merely seen as impatience for quick results in his eyes?! In my fury, I killed him. Coincidentally, our junior sister witnessed it. She screamed in terror, attracting others' attention, and to silence them, I had no choice but to kill them all!"
"Junior Brother, now that you know all this, you too must die! Your cultivation is far inferior to mine; surrender obediently!"
Golden mist erupted from the junior brother, and the aura he exuded subtly contended with that of the senior brother.
The senior brother's face fell in shock. "How is this possible? You should only be at the early Golden Core stage! How are you at the late Golden Core stage like me?!"
The junior brother's expression was icy as he recalled the bodies strewn across the sect grounds when he arrived, his dying master imparting all his cultivation to him, and his junior sister taking her last breath in his arms.
The mastermind behind all this must die!
The senior brother suddenly understood, his expression turning frantic. "I know! That old geezer transferred all his cultivation to you! I knew he favored you!"
The junior brother, having received the sect's legacy, held two magical artifacts. He shook the scissors in his hand, and they transformed into two golden flood dragons, lunging at the senior brother with bared fangs and claws.
A massive ghostly claw extended from behind the senior brother, pinning down the two golden flood dragons.
The junior brother opened a jade bottle, and yellow sand surged out like a tsunami, rushing towards the senior brother. The senior brother roared, drew the saber from his waist, and unleashed a blade qi, cleaving the yellow sand tsunami in two.
The two brothers engaged in a fierce battle, unleashing magical treasures, spells, and cunning strategies one after another. The spectacle was dazzling, making observers wish they could join the fight themselves.
Suddenly, the scene morphed into a landscape painting, then dissolved as if submerged in water, the ink dissipating until everything vanished. Lu Yang came back to his senses to find Tao Yaoye holding her red paper umbrella, smiling at him.
"Senior Brother Lu, what do you think? How was it? I tried adding some plot; isn't that better than just a dry fight?"
Lu Yang remained silent for a long moment, a torrent of thoughts and observations swirling in his mind, unsure where to even begin.
Isn't this just a movie? A holographic-level simulation movie, at that!
The combat scenes, it went without saying, were absolutely lifelike. The plot was a bit thin, but that wasn't important; this was just the beginning, and the story could be fleshed out at any time.
If this existed in his previous life, it would be an unparalleled blockbuster; no special effects could possibly compare.
"What a brilliant idea."
Lu Yang exclaimed, confident that once perfected and introduced to the public, this concept would be incredibly lucrative!
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