The Poor Swordsman with Only Trickery - Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Endless darkness met my eyes.

Blood slowly pooled at my feet, merging into a river.

Droplets of blood fell from above, blurring my vision.

From a vast, distant void, piercing cries and wails echoed in my ears.

The upper halves of my parents’ bodies were tossed before me like tattered sacks.

They reached out their hands, crawling toward me with agonizing effort.

“Da Ya, save me… save your mother…”

I watched with cold eyes. That face was filled with a strange, unfamiliar kindness.

I reached out, raised my sword, and lunged toward her.

In an instant, my parents dissipated like phantoms.

The scene before me shifted, and the previous carnage vanished without a trace.

Mist swirled around a towering mountain peak where a man stood.

He held a longsword, his robes fluttering in the wind.

He turned and reached out to me. “Ruosheng, Master has forgiven you.”

I frowned. “Forgiven me for what?”

His expression stiffened visibly before a faint blush crept onto his face. “It’s… it’s about that time you peeked at Master bathing.”

I looked at him with a beaming smile. “Your Nightmare Arts are this pathetic, and you still think you can trick me?”

The fake Master’s face contorted. “How did you find out? I clearly peered into your heart. Isn’t peeking at your Master bathing your greatest inner knot?”

My smile widened. “You mean that time I was caught red-handed peeking at Master while he was bathing, and I…”

Before the words could fully leave my mouth, my longsword whistled through the air and pierced straight into the fake Master’s face.

“You uncultured hick, that’s the name of the sword!”

Shortly after waking from the illusion, I saw my Senior Brother and the Saintess lying nearby.

I had no idea what kind of Nightmare Arts they were trapped in.

The Saintess’s face was flushed crimson, and her whole body was trembling.

Senior Brother, however, remained as indifferent as ever.

It seemed the Pill of Sterilization was working wonders.

The Danmaku gave me a real-time broadcast:

[It’s over. The Male Lead is in the illusion, but no matter how the Female Lead tries to seduce him, he’s got the will but not the way.]

[The Female Lead is also unlucky. In her illusion, she’s the one who’s been hit with Aphrodisiac Powder.]

I rubbed my chin, looking at the Saintess as I fell into deep thought.

“Is the effect really that good?”

The Danmaku was shocked:

[I’ve been wanting to ask-Aphrodisiac Powder is so expensive, how could you bear to use it? That stuff looked so red, it wasn’t just chili powder, was it?]

I replied righteously, “Just tell me: is the Saintess’s face red? Is her body hot?”

You couldn’t blame me. I’d long heard that unscrupulous alchemists sold fake pills.

I’d even been scammed a few times myself.

Aphrodisiac Powder was so expensive that there was no way I would actually buy it.

The Danmaku suddenly realized something:

[Then… could the Pill of Sterilization also be a counterfeit product?]

I felt a bit guilty. “I don’t know. I just picked it up outside an alchemist’s door.”

The Danmaku went silent.

The Danmaku pondered.

The Danmaku despaired:

[Who on earth taught her to be this wickedly unscrupulous?]

I grinned at the Danmaku. “Thanks to all you fellow cultivators for the help!”

Without the Danmaku, I really might not have been able to cast aside my moral compass.

The first step to cultivation: sweep away morality and return to your true self.

After all, better a dead comrade than a dead me.

Jia Xu, the greatest poisoner in history, read the books of sages.

The Danmaku, however, reads a bit of everything.

It’s no surprise they raised someone like me.