Pampered By All In Different Planes

Just now, what the shopkeeper mentioned about "Superior Room No.1" and all the bustling and splendor that had been created—it was all an illusion!

Changqi was a god, he could see through illusions and also behold what ordinary people could not.

If a common person were to come in, they would see only the illusion realm meticulously crafted by these people.

"My lord, what will happen if a person is always in the illusion realm?" Su Zhiruan pulled her hand free. At this moment, the scene before her eyes turned back into a luxurious inn. She stood up and touched around, discovering that the items on the table could actually be picked up—like the white-glazed teapot. She could even lift it from the table and pour tea into the cups, "But this all seems so real."

"The whole city is now enveloped by the formation," Changqi explained. He reached out to take the tea and even took a sip, "Illusion techniques control people. What you are seeing right now is also because your consciousness is being controlled. That is to say, if you believe these are real, then they are real. If you don't believe it, then they don't exist."

Control over consciousness.

Su Zhiruan was momentarily stunned—if that was the case, everything made sense.

People tend to have preconceived notions, and they often trust the first thing they see more. This kind of trust is usually hard to change.

"It seems they are quite ambitious," Su Zhiruan commented.

Changqi sat without moving, "Previously, I heard that a portion of the citizens in the city had gone missing, and a similar situation has occurred in several other cities. Do you remember Li Bo saying that once someone goes in, they never come out again, and those who managed to escape suffered great torment?"

"I remember," Su Zhiruan nodded with a frown, "You mean to say... that those who disappeared haven't actually disappeared, but are all inside this city? The people here are afraid that those who escape will reveal the truth, so they torture them to the point of near death."

Changqi looked at her with an approving gaze, "That is what I believe as well."

The more Su Zhiruan listened, the more it sounded familiar to her ears—it felt just like a pyramid scheme organization, where you can only come in and not leave. If you try to leave, you're either beaten up or killed.

But the world she was in wasn't a lawful society, with no constraints from the law, and an Emperor who didn't bother with the governance of the Abandoned City, and naturally, others wouldn't poke their noses into it either.

"My lord, where should we start?" Su Zhiruan estimated the days left for the child in her belly and felt a bit of a headache. She wanted to see what Changqi's plan was,

The Rabbit Clan was a race adept at reproduction, which continued even when in human form. Besides the nobility, more common members of the Rabbit Clan would let both wombs become pregnant at the same time to have more children. After all, one more child meant a more secure future and an additional labor force for the family, which were all harmless benefits.

In three or four days, she would start to show. Su Zhiruan wasn't worried about anything happening to the child inside her, thanks to the protection of the Newbie Gift Package. However, she was concerned about the external influences on the child.

"All we need to do is wait quietly," Changqi said, holding her hand, gesturing for Su Zhiruan to look outside the window, "If I'm not wrong, someone will soon lead us inside."

Su Zhiruan followed his gaze out the window. At this time, the color of the blood mist in the sky of the Abandoned City had become denser, like it had swallowed countless people's blood, forming a thick layer on the outside.

As she looked out the window, several black spots emerged from the blood mist—seeming like people flying in mid-air.

She whispered, "They're here."

Just as she spoke, the wind around them grew stronger.

The blood mist seemed to have a consciousness of its own, surging incessantly, swallowing everything around it, and expanding continuously; even the wind was tinged with a blood-red haze.

The leading figure drew closer, his body tightly enveloped in black fog, exuding a terrifying aura that soared into the sky, bearing the breath of the Demon World.

They were drawing nearer.

Just then, the sound of footsteps hurried up the stairs and steadied outside their room. The innkeeper's voice sounded quite anxious, "Esteemed guests, our Sect Hierarch has returned. Please rest for a short while, as the Sect Hierarch will likely summon you both shortly."

"Understood," Changqi responded to him.

When Su Zhiruan let go of Changqi's hand, she saw the sky in the illusion change completely from before; now she saw blue skies and white clouds, and flying through the sky were Immortals dressed in white robes, soaring on their swords.

The inn room they occupied was fully furnished, decorated in resplendent beauty.

"Let's go," Su Zhiruan said, having regained her composure, and followed Changqi to the door.

"Stay close to me," Changqi said briefly before pushing the door open and stepping out, followed by Su Zhiruan.

The shopkeeper hurriedly removed his ear from the door frame, no longer eavesdropping on Su Zhiruan and Changqi's conversation.

Su Zhiruan knew that the Barrier had been set up by Changqi for this very reason and was not worried about being overheard.

"Esteemed guests, just follow me. The Sect Hierarch has just returned and has commanded me to ensure you both are brought back safely and securely," the shopkeeper said with a flattering smile, bending over to lead the way for Su Zhiruan and Changqi.

"Your Sect Hierarch has returned so soon? Who is he? What position does he hold?" Su Zhiruan posed as an ignorant woman, leaning on Changqi, continuously questioning the shopkeeper, "Is your Sect Hierarch immortal? How old is he now?!"

"This..." The shopkeeper wiped away his cold sweat.

Changqi spoke just in time, pretending to rebuke Su Zhiruan, "Madam! You have too many questions!"

Just as the shopkeeper breathed a sigh of relief, Changqi added the next second, "At least give the shopkeeper a moment to think before answering."

"Madam... You're making it too difficult for me! I'm just a messenger, who am I to inquire about the esteemed Sect Hierarch! It would be better for you to see him yourself!" The shopkeeper pulled a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe his sweat.

"If you, his confidant, don't know, how could we, who are new here, possibly get answers?!" Su Zhiruan huffed in dissatisfaction, turning her head away from the shopkeeper.

Grinding his teeth in frustration, feeling humiliated in front of the distinguished guests, the shopkeeper made up his mind, lowering his voice considerably, "Young master, Young Madam, I do know a piece of information that I got from being around the Sect Hierarch."

"Oh," Su Zhiruan said with disinterest, clutching Changqi's arm, both of their expressions indicating to the shopkeeper that he couldn't possibly have any significant secrets.

"I truly do know!" The shopkeeper grew desperate, seeing that Su Zhiruan and Changqi didn't believe him, so without thinking, he blurted out a great deal to them.

"Today is the day of indoctrination within the sect, everyone will be there; the Sect Hierarch will choose those with sincere hearts to enter the secret realm and personally receive the immortal elixir!"