My Disciple Is Innately Pure and Simple-minded

One and a half hours had passed.

Inside the Hall of Spirit Nurturing, the argument still raged on.

"Old Thief Yang, if you dare make trouble for my disciple again today, don’t blame me for not giving you face!"

Nangong Yuan’s face was flushed with anger as he pointed at Yang Zhengxin’s nose and roared.

He had always been fiercely protective of his own, especially since he had long-standing grudges against the likes of Yang Zhengxin and Ding Mingcang.

Hearing that Yang Zhengxin had forced Lu Ze to create a Grade-C or higher mechanism, Nangong Yuan had rushed over from the Artifact Refining Pavilion to demand justice.

"Hah! It was your disciple who provoked me repeatedly! Besides, making mechanisms was his own suggestion. He was the one who boasted that even a group of elders wouldn’t be able to pass his traps—how is that my fault?"

Knowing that Nangong Yuan was unreasonable, Yang Zhengxin matched his stubbornness with his own.

"Bullshit! My disciple is pure-hearted and simple-minded—he would never ask to create trap mechanisms on his own! You must have tricked him into saying it!"

Nangong Yuan immediately countered.

"I don’t care. Those words came from his own mouth… If you’re so capable, why don’t you design an immortal-grade mechanism for your disciple? I’ll pretend I didn’t see it!"

Yang Zhengxin sneered.

"You—!!"

Nangong Yuan was furious but helpless.

An immortal-grade mechanism?

If he had the ability to make something like that, would he still be the sixth elder of the Lingxiao Sect?

Even the sect master would have to step down for him!

"Today, forget immortal-grade… If even a scratch comes from his mechanism, I’ll admit defeat! Hahaha!"

Yang Zhengxin laughed again.

Just as Nangong Yuan was about to retort—

Lu Ze opened his eyes.

Exactly one and a half hours had passed.

"What? Giving up already?"

Yang Zhengxin taunted.

Lu Ze didn’t even spare him a glance, instead cupping his fists toward Nangong Yuan and Zhao Wendao. "Master, Grand Elder. This disciple’s illusionary realm is complete."

Zhao Wendao and Nangong Yuan exchanged glances, their eyes filled with disbelief.

They knew Lu Ze was capable of crafting illusions.

But this was far too fast!

For anyone else, one and a half hours would barely be enough to set up half the scene—how had Lu Ze already finished the traps as well?

"Disciple, if you’re unsure, I can assess it for you," Nangong Yuan quickly offered.

"Elder Zhao, you claimed this illusionary realm was the work of a sect disciple. Now Elder Nangong wants to take credit? Do you think the eyes of the other sects are blind?"

Yang Zhengxin naturally wouldn’t let them have their way and immediately challenged them.

The others present nodded in agreement.

Everyone understood the situation.

When Zhao Wendao suddenly announced that this year’s secret realm would be handled by a sect disciple, it was likely just to boost the reputation of some newly emerged genius.

If they had secretly prepared some things in advance and passed them off as the disciple’s work, that would be one thing—but to cheat so blatantly in front of everyone was too brazen.

"In my opinion, it’s better to let Elder Nangong handle the secret realm."

"Unacceptable. I’d like to see what kind of illusionary realm a junior could create."

"Hmph, this old man also wants to witness it… What kind of mechanism could possibly make even us hesitate?"

The elders from the other three sects chimed in one after another.

After all, Lu Ze’s earlier declaration had been far too arrogant, leaving them displeased.

Just as Zhao Wendao and Nangong Yuan were about to speak, Lu Ze stepped forward first.

"This disciple thanks Master for your kindness. However, designing trap mechanisms is a trivial matter—there’s no need for Master to intervene."

With that, he placed the illusionary crystal in his palm and presented it to the crowd.

"The illusionary realm is complete. Please examine it."

Hearing Lu Ze’s words, Nangong Yuan sighed softly.

He had always known Lu Ze was prideful, but never to this extent.

With just a little provocation, he had actually taken the bait?

With him and Zhao Wendao backing him, he could have easily avoided this.

But in the end, this was his disciple. He began calculating how to salvage the situation later.

If necessary, mutual destruction with Yang Zhengxin wasn’t off the table…

At this point, there was no turning back.

"Since that’s the case, let’s begin."

Nangong Yuan waved his hand, and a spatial spell instantly manifested.

The high-tier Illusion Tower from the Artifact Refining Pavilion was teleported to the center of the hall in an instant.

Lu Ze stepped forward, placed the illusionary crystal inside, and gestured for Yang Zhengxin to proceed.

For a brief moment, Yang Zhengxin hesitated.

There was something unsettling about the smile on Lu Ze’s face—

as if…

He was eagerly anticipating his entry.

"Hmph! Trying to intimidate me?"

Yang Zhengxin focused his spirit, and the strange feeling vanished from his mind.

He strode forward and stood before the Illusion Tower.

"Come! Let’s see how a mere Foundation Establishment disciple’s mechanism could possibly stop me from clearing it!"

As spiritual energy poured in—

Yang Zhengxin’s consciousness entered the illusionary realm designed by Lu Ze.

A line of text appeared in the space:

"A Cultivator’s Descent—100 Floors."

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