She walked a few more steps and then stopped. Looking up, she noticed two cultivators ten steps ahead brandishing their swords as if possessed by demons and shouting, “I’ll stab you to death! I’ll hack you to death!”
The fierce breath flew everywhere and dissipated in the air. Some cultivators who had climbed up with them staggered ahead. Some of them were unable to avoid the sword intent and were injured.
Feng Jiu noticed Old Patriarch Xie standing about 30 flights of stairs above her, looking ahead as if lost in thought. He abruptly turned around and moved off to the side, his gaze losing focus. Since the situation was a little odd, she moved forward right away. As soon as Old Patriarch Xie took a step into the air, she reached out and pulled him.
“Old Patriarch.”
Feng Jiu called him with a voice that carried the pressure of a strong exponent. When the voice reached Old Patriarch Xie’s ears, it jolted his mind and brought him back from the illusion.
“You are…” He turned his gaze to the young man in red who was holding him. When he looked down and saw that his foot had almost stepped on an empty space, his heart palpitated.
“Take care, Old Patriarch.” Feng Jiu said this while releasing her grip on his robe.
“Are you… Feng Jiu?” The Old Patriarch thought that this voice sounded vaguely familiar, so he could only ask with hesitation. However, when he saw the red-dressed young man’s handsome face, he became unsure.
Feng Jiu smiled slightly. “I am.”
The Old Patriarch was surprised after hearing her answer, and then he said with a smile, “I didn’t think it was you at all. I really…really couldn’t recognize you!” She seemed to be a completely different person. Without her voice, he would not have recognised her.
“Do you want to go up the Immortal Ascension Ladder? Let’s go together! ” Feng Jiu said as she took a step up.
Old Patriarch Xie was stupefied, but then hurriedly followed her. However, his path was not an easy one. Every time he took a step, illusions clouded his emotional and mental state. When he looked ahead, Feng Jiu’s figure vanished and was replaced by a ferocious tiger pouncing down on him with its mouth wide open.
The tiger’s menacing vigour, bloodthirsty and razor-sharp mouth and the fact that danger was close by made him scream and back away. A moment later, he rolled down several stairs.
Feng Jiu stood above him on the stairs, her eyes flashing. She only noticed when the Old Patriarch suddenly screamed and fell. She did not know precisely what he saw.
She narrowed her eyes as she looked at the ladder. It’s said that various illusions appeared on the ladder, but when she arrived, she didn’t see anything and had no idea what the so-called illusions were.
She did go up when she saw Old Patriarch Xie start climbing it again, but instead stood there waiting for him. When she saw him stop and gasp for air, she asked, “Are you alright?”
“Mm, I’ve walked up to this part before, but I was surprised to see an illusion. Everything is fine. I can proceed slowly.” Old Patriarch Xie exclaimed, gasped for air, rested briefly, and then continued walking.
Feng Jiu walked leisurely beside him, not a drop of sweat dripping from his brow, but the old man beside her was drenched in sweat. His steps had gradually slowed as if every step had been strenuous.
She saw the elderly man’s torn-open robe, his face cut by the wind blade, and his inability to take another step after raising his foot for a long time…
