To Harm the Righteous Path, I Had No Choice But to Make Games — Chapter 250
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Red and White Clash at the Start Old Man's Got Luck

【Oh? Didn’t you say you didn’t need any items? Why turn back now?】


【If there wasn’t a limit on items, I bet he’d try to carry the whole train car with him】


【He’s chickening out】


【LMAO you can practically feel the old man shaking through the screen】


【60 Sanity is no joke…】


……


Faced with the barrage of teasing comments, Nine Nether Venerable snorted coldly and ignored them.


He equipped himself with a warding copper coin, an incense stick for dispelling evil, a box of matches, and a Mind-Soothing Pill, steadying his nerves before setting off again.


What does 60 Sanity mean?


No matter who you are, you’d start seeing threats everywhere, jumping at shadows.


Hallucinations and phantom whispers would creep in.


Your mental resilience would plummet.


Take Nine Nether Venerable, for example.


As he walked through the desolate village at night,


he’d hear eerie murmurs in his ears, or ghostly hands suddenly reaching from the shadows to grab his ankles, or an icy breath brushing against his neck…


Of course, these were just illusions caused by his low Sanity—something the live-stream audience couldn’t see.


All they saw was an old man stumbling around like a fool, flinching at nothing.


“Hmph… So this is all it takes to stop you lot from clearing the stage? Pathetic!”


Nine Nether Venerable kept up his tough act.


Strangely, the floating comments mocking him now felt like sustenance for his spirit.


At least they made him feel less alone.


The entire Fengmen Village was pitch black.


Only scattered moonlight illuminated the path ahead.


Under the mottled shadows, a figure sat by the doorstep of a house, seemingly washing clothes.


“Human… or ghost?”


Nine Nether Venerable jolted.


This time, he noticed the comments could see the figure too.


Some things are terrifying when seen alone,


but when witnessed by many, the fear lessens.


To prove his fearlessness, Nine Nether Venerable mustered his courage and grabbed the figure’s shoulder.


With a rip,


the “person” tore in half.


Upon closer inspection, it wasn’t a person at all—but a grotesque paper effigy!


Its hollow eyes bore into him, sending chills down his spine.


And in the washing basin…


A burial shroud soaked in bloody, rotting filth!


Scenes like this were nothing new to Nine Nether Venerable.


But now, under the influence of the Fear-Soul Binding Array, his breath grew ragged.


Fear was magnified a hundredfold!


“It hurts…”


A ghostly moan slithered into his ears.


“So… much… pain…”


Nine Nether Venerable turned to see the torn paper effigy—now with glowing red eyes and a sinister grin—crawling onto his back.


His body felt like lead, utterly paralyzed.


Helpless, he could only watch as the paper creature slowly, methodically, began pulling his arm apart.


“Ah… AHHH!!”


Agony tore through him as he screamed.


Then—


The effigy vanished. His wounds sealed as if never there.


Another hallucination.


The comments erupted in laughter.


【LMAO, old man got wrecked by illusions】


【Take the damn pill already! Your Sanity’s in the gutter!】


【Can’t save those who won’t listen】


【Hurry up and heal, or you’ll die before the real horror starts】


【Light the damn lantern first—your Sanity’s unbearable】


【Yeah! I wanna see the Ghost Immortal-level event!】


After the mockery, Nine Nether Venerable finally grasped the truth: low Sanity meant hallucinations.


“Hmph! Just illusions. This venerable one fears nothing!”


He popped a Mind-Soothing Pill into his mouth.


“Since you’re so eager to see me take it, here you go!”


As his Sanity slowly climbed, so did his courage.


“All this spooky nonsense—I expected more!”


Puffing out his chest, Nine Nether Venerable marched toward the village’s central landmark: a massive ancestral hall.


The comments flooded with warnings to light a lantern first.


He scoffed.


With his Sanity nearly full, fear had evaporated. He was desperate to prove himself.


“A lantern? Who needs that? Watch me expose this evil’s true form before my Sanity drops again!”


Back straight, hands clasped behind him, he strode forward.


Then—


Mist surged from all directions like a tide.


Even with 90+ Sanity, primal dread gripped him.


A spine-chilling sensation crawled up his back, hairs standing on end.


From the fog came the shrill cry of a suona.


Then, eerie drumbeats, synchronized footsteps, and soul-shaking chants—so haunting even the viewers felt uneasy.


Nine Nether Venerable bit his tongue, forcing composure.


“Who… Who dares play tricks!?”


Unbeknownst to him, his Sanity was plummeting—one point per second.


Before he could react, the mist split open.


A procession of white-clad pallbearers emerged, their bamboo hats dripping, faces ghastly pale with hollow black eyes.


Eight rotting corpses carried a black coffin, atop which sat a ghostly figure with claw-like fingers and eyes colder than the abyss.


Opposite them, a red-clad wedding party:


Maids with blood-red talismans on their foreheads, lips split to their ears, necks twisted with strangulation marks.


A crimson bridal sedan hovered inches off the ground, its curtain lifted by a corpse-blue hand, black miasma oozing out.


White for death. Red for marriage.


A clash of funeral and wedding—a three-zhang-high surge of malice.


Even viewers outside the array shuddered.


The comments exploded.


【Red-White Collision right off the bat!?】


【Holy hell, old man hit the jackpot!】


【WTF, I’m not even in the illusion, but my back’s freezing… Ghost Immortal-tier horror!】


【His Sanity’s nosediving! Back to 60 already!!】


【Red-White Collision + Ghost Immortal difficulty—if he doesn’t piss himself, it’s a win.】


Nine Nether Venerable’s breath grew ragged.


The stench of rot mixed with sickly-sweet perfume. Red petals and funeral paper swirled in the air.


He’d seen Red-White Collisions before.


But never with this suffocating pressure.


It wasn’t just the sealed cultivation or crumbling Sanity…


Even at his peak—no, even if he broke through another major realm—


would instantly be crushed into a pulp by the crimson and pale ghostly heads on either side!


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