Only at the Mahayana Stage Does the Reversal System Appear - Chapter 238

Chapter 238 Give me a cup of forgetfulness water, and then it expires

. Jiang Li had no intention of intervening from the beginning.

With Qin Luan’s experience, how could he not know that Lin Ruling was deliberately provoking trouble? He had always refused to comply with Lin Ruling’s wishes, forcing him to challenge him.

However, Qin Luan was unsure of Xi Zhi’s intentions. If Xi Zhi had not allowed a fight here, a quarrel between the two would inevitably cause Xi Zhi’s dissatisfaction.

But Lin Ruling’s direct challenge to him was a different matter.

The other party was almost pointing a finger at you, and you couldn’t help but fight. Xi Zhi had no reason to stop him.

Qin Luan simply wanted to be in the right.

Qin Luan’s fighting prowess surprised everyone. Lin Ruling, who claimed to be able to fight against a Yuanying stage cultivator, was instantly killed in a single blow. Even if Lin Ruling’s lies were exaggerated, it was enough to demonstrate Qin Luan’s strength.

“Let’s go. Now that the troublemakers are gone, we can focus on searching for rare treasures.” Lin Ruling’s disturbance wasn’t even a big deal to Qin Luan. Ever since he reached the late Jindan stage, the opponents he’d fought were all in the Nascent Soul stage.

His sights were no longer on the Jindan stage.

“We could ask for help from Emperor Jiang,” Aguna suggested. With Jiang Li’s help, any rare treasure would be within reach.

Qin Luan shook his head. “This is a test of skill. Mr. Jiang won’t interfere with such matters.”

Qin Luan always held himself to the standards of a candidate for the Human Emperor. If Jiang Li had to intervene in even such matters, what qualifies him as a candidate? The

Human Emperor can’t be achieved through backdoors.

Aguna didn’t understand Qin Luan’s insistence, but she didn’t bring it up again.

“Xiaobai, where are you going?” Qin Luan noticed the little fox above him hopped over to a dead tree, bearing a milky white fruit.

“Is this the Soul-Nourishing Fruit? Are you sure it’s real?” Qin Luan was surprised. He knew Xiaobai had the ability to detect rare treasures, but he hadn’t expected it to work in the secret realms opened up by immortals.

The little fox nodded vigorously, then picked the fruit.

Seriously injured, it had been forced to use its reincarnation talent, causing its cultivation to vanish. The Soul-Nourishing Fruit would boost its soul strength, thus accelerating its recovery.

“Little fox, you’ve passed. Do you choose to go on to the next test now, or stay here and join the others?” Xi Zhi’s voice rang out.

The little white fox, of course, chose to stay with Qin Luan.

“Then you can’t help others, or both you and the people you help will be eliminated,” Xi Zhi warned the little fox.

The little white fox nodded obediently.

“Do you think this Evergreen Bamboo is real?” Aguna pointed to a black bamboo, which was well-suited for weapon handles.

“It’s probably fake. Look at the underside of the Evergreen Bamboo. The gaps between the sections are too short. This isn’t the growth pattern of Evergreen Bamboo.” Although Qin Luan’s painting skills weren’t great, he had a good eye.

“What about this one?” Aguna became interested, asking questions about whatever she pointed at.

“It’s also fake.”

“This one…”

“It’s probably fake.”

“What about this one?”

“This one’s real.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re referring to Mr. Jiang,”

Qin Luan said helplessly. Aguna pointed without even looking.

“Well, I’m real,” Jiang Li said with a smile. “Why, can’t you find anything real?”

Qin Luan scratched his head sheepishly. “Actually, I found a few real things, but I’m not sure.”

Qin Luan lowered his body. “For example, this grass. It looks like a weed, but the curvature of its leaves is narrower than that of ordinary weeds, and there’s a faint black line down the middle. It looks like a realm-breaking grass. But there are more than a dozen of them here, and they can’t all be realm-breaking grass. I can’t tell which ones are real.”

“Song Ying, tell me what you think.” Jiang Li didn’t say which ones were real, but instead asked the previously silent Song Ying.

“Me?” Song Ying pointed at herself, feeling flattered by Jiang Li’s name.

Jiang Li nodded, as if to encourage her.

Qin Luan nodded. “Your hearing is fine. Mr. Jiang was indeed calling you.”

“It’s this one,” Song Ying said, unsure. “Of these dozen or so, I feel like this is the only one that looks real.”

Qin Luan examined the one Song Ying mentioned carefully; it looked no different from the others.

“What’s the reason?”

“Intuition.” This was precisely why Song Ying was so unsure; intuition is a very elusive thing.

“Why not trust your intuition? Maybe you’re right.”

Song Ying hesitated, then shook her head. “What if I’m wrong…”

Qin Luan yanked the weed out without a second thought, leaving Song Ying no chance to stop him.

“How can you be so? If I’m wrong, won’t you leave early?” Song Ying stamped her foot in anger.

Qin Luan chuckled, “I trust your intuition.”

Qin Luan’s trust in Song Ying wasn’t unfounded. During their journey, Song Ying’s intuition had saved others from danger or found them opportunities. It was just that Song Ying herself didn’t realize, or perhaps she didn’t believe, how accurate her intuition was.

She subconsciously thought it was all coincidence.

The weed faded from ink, transforming into the turquoise green of the realm-breaking grass.

“See, it’s real. You should try to trust yourself a little more. Your intuition is very accurate.” Qin Luan looked Song Ying in the eyes, sincere.

“Well, then I’ll try.” Song Ying’s heart was pounding.

“Emperor Jiang, what real treasure have you found?” Aguna asked curiously.

Jiang Li smiled and took out a glass of clear liquid. “Two kilometers south of here, there’s a lake. I scooped a spoonful.”

“What is this?” Aguna couldn’t see anything special about the glass of water.

“That lake is the Forgetful Lake, made of Forgetful Water.”

“Forgetful Water? But isn’t all Forgetful Water emerald green?” Aguna wondered.

“Don’t forget, this is a world within a painting. Other natural treasures, whether stones or fruits, all grow naturally, but this lake is stagnant. The Love Potion has been left out in the open air for tens of thousands of years, its medicinal properties have long since evaporated and expired.”

“This cup is expired Love Potion.”

“…” Aguna was speechless.

“It’s this Evergreen Bamboo. I’ve always felt something was wrong with it.” Song Ying returned to the starting point. She had already suspected something was wrong with the Evergreen Bamboo, but seeing Qin Luan’s openness, she had kept it to herself. Now, encouraged by his words, she dared to voice her intuition.

“Of course there’s something wrong with it. It grows irregularly. It’s fake,” Qin Luan said matter-of-factly.

“That’s not the problem. It’s… oh, I can’t explain it.” Song Ying, tongue-tied and unable to articulate, quickly approached the bamboo.

“You, you should know what’s happening out there. Could you please reveal your true form?”

A gentle drizzle began to fall, a hazy, earthy fragrance. Accompanied by a soft glow, the evergreen bamboo transformed into a graceful figure, dressed in elegant ancient attire and holding an oil-paper umbrella. She loomed in the rain, like a young woman from a Jiangnan water village.

“I never thought someone would actually find me, and it wasn’t just luck.”

Xizhi had said she was in the world of the second test, and she was truly there.

(End of Chapter)