Han Yu ultimately couldn’t stop the other’s enthusiasm.

The old man loosened his belt, holding his pants with one hand and a thin string with the other.

"This thing is called the ’Calming String,’ which, once worn, clears the mind and eliminates desires."

This item is also a great treasure for cultivators who are wholeheartedly pursuing their spiritual cultivation.

Pants up, belt tied, recognizing no one but cultivation.

The usually quiet Sea of Consciousness finally burst into laughter.

Even though he couldn’t see inside, Han Yu already imagined a certain mischievous person desperately holding their mouth, unable to contain their laughter.

This thing is perfect for Han Yu; in some ways, it can suppress certain thoughts he has about women with unique physiques.

Han Yu blackened his face. That was long ago; every boy has a restless phase.

Besides, this string is useless to him; he doesn’t need spiritual cultivation; in his hands, it’s really just a belt.

Actually, all treasures in the eyes of cultivators are simply useless chicken ribs to him.

There’s no need to flaunt treasures to tempt others.

Because he... doesn’t need them.

The fourth person thought he could still not impress the other, and for a moment, felt a sense of competitive defiance.

He decided to make an offer as well.

The person pulled out an incense burner from his sleeve and casually said.

"This is the Miasma Heart Furnace, which, once activated, can trap Divine Platform Realm cultivators in an Illusion Realm, perilous within, making the victims suffer immeasurably."

Another great treasure!

Unfortunately, it still didn’t evoke any feeling in Han Yu. What use is an Illusion Realm? Problems solvable with fists shouldn’t be so complicated.

Han Yu indeed pointed out the weak spot of this item; it may be useful for those stuck between high and low, but for people like them, it’s merely a chicken rib.

"Don’t be quick to dismiss it; the Illusion Realm’s power is quite formidable. Just try it if you don’t believe me."

The old man, seeing Han Yu’s disdainful look, couldn’t help but sweep the burner, releasing a beam of light straight at Han Yu.

Han Yu did not dodge, instead calmly waiting for the light to hit him.

Suddenly, flower petals rained down from the sky, and a world like a painting unfolded.

Flowers covered the ground, peach blossoms scattered, even the sky took on a pink hue.

The fragrance was overwhelming as a soft body suddenly collided into his embrace.

In his daze, Han Yu saw a breathtakingly beautiful face, seemingly celestial and untouchable.

The body beneath this face was so stirring.

Hidden beneath the red palace dress, what explosive figure lay?

"Indeed, perilous beyond measure."

Han Yu muttered to himself.

The woman lay on his shoulder, softly whispering unclear words, causing Han Yu’s ears to itch.

This is it!

I don’t want to move... No, I can’t move.

Han Yu had a peculiar expression as ripples suddenly surfaced in the atmosphere.

Poof!

A strange sound rang out, and Han Yu finally lowered his head to see the knife stuck in his side; its edge rolled!

This is why it’s deemed perilous; knives were used to stab people, yet the woman still smiled coquettishly.

"This isn’t supposed to be!"

The person holding the incense burner wore an extremely baffled expression; where was the promised danger?

Why was this guy’s body still smiling so mysteriously?

Could it have accidentally failed?

No way, the Miasma Heart Furnace varies by person; every Illusion Realm can captivate those caught within. Any injury here directly damages the soul.

"I’ll go in and see."

Concerned, the elderly man waved his hand; his intention was to show Han Yu the treasure’s value, not harm him. This bizarre situation made him worried something might go wrong inside.

Similarly, a beam of light connected the two, and the elder’s thoughts instantly went blank.

Under the pink sky, a voice suddenly rang out.

"Young friend, I’ve come to help..."

The elder hurriedly descended from the sky, stunned upon landing.

Such... great danger.

Han Yu was no longer accompanied by just one woman; flocks of beauties surrounded him, each wielding stick and club, beating him fiercely. Their unusual figures surged with frightening waves during the action.

Amidst them, Han Yu rolled his eyes repeatedly until he saw the newcomer, then cheerfully greeted him.

"Senior, you’ve come too!"

He welcomed the elder like a guest, pulling him in.

Holding the soft body, the elder’s body stiffened inexplicably as he was taken in by the mountainous terrain; he too was immobilized.

But before he could enjoy the fleeting moment, the stabbing pain in his side made him howl.

Four women simultaneously drew knives; their blades were surprisingly bloodless, ready to stab down again.

This attack targets the soul directly, leaving a visible wound on the elder. He dared not enjoy any further and swiftly grabbed Han Yu, casting a spell to vanish on the spot...

Country bumpkin, unable to handle such a minor scene.

Han Yu chuckled inwardly, seemed like these supposedly superior cultivators hadn’t seen everything there was.

"My focus was all on you, caught off guard at that moment..."

The elder defended earnestly but blushed when he realized they had already returned.

Damned, the intent was to demonstrate the treasure’s might, but he ended up being stabbed quietly, utterly embarrassing.

Though the damage was minimal, the humiliation was intense.

In short, he would not speak of the incident inside.

And now only Su Xiaoxiao remained silent. He didn’t need to speak because Han Yu spoke first.

"There’s no need to be so eager, seniors. The pills can be yours, but..."

The side effects, forget about it; such perfect scenarios don’t exist, wanting benefits without cost.

"My pills, the stronger the effect, the stronger the side effects."

In other words, whatever you want, you must make sacrifices.

Su Xiaoxiao pondered, rested his chin, and spoke, "The way of sacrifice?"

From this angle, Han Yu’s pills seem extraordinary.

But isn’t this a bit too far-fetched; just alchemy, yet incorporating the principles of the Dao.

"No wonder your pills are out of the ordinary."

Su Xiaoxiao’s gaze at Han Yu grew profound; even he found Han Yu somewhat unfathomable.

The little Central Continent couldn’t have produced someone like this.

A card from Yama Hall?

Impossible, this boy pissed them all to the brink of annihilation, almost exterminating.

Could he be one of ours?

Can’t guess, truly can’t guess; Yama Hall and Celestial Dao Sect have been in contention for millennia, both sides undoubtedly have their setups.

But is Han Yu a part of this equation?

"Could you share about your teachings?"

Su Xiaoxiao was deeply curious, who stood behind Han Yu.

"Oh, senior, you’re funny."

Han Yu laughed and shrugged it off.

Definitely not convenient!

Can’t tell him everything originated from a bottle crashing against his head?

Su Xiaoxiao dropped the question.

"Now then, anyone interested in these pills? Have a pill, let’s be friends."

Han Yu fiddled with the pills, smiling as he circled around everyone.

A group of people twitched, yet among them, a few hopeful glances were cast.

The positive effects were still too tempting.

In the same Realm, no one could harm oneself.

Broadening it, if alone couldn’t be harmed, neither could thousands or millions.

Who could resist this temptation?

Just distraction, maybe trying to overcome it.

Unconsciously, those inclined began convincing themselves, just like Liu Zongyuan once did...