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Zhong Kui's Diary
After several minutes of breathing with my eyes closed, I finally opened them to find myself in the grand palace hall atop an ice mountain.
The hall was about the size of a football field, with a dozen dragon-carved red pillars standing tall in the center. At the far end was a Dragon Table, behind which sat a high-backed chair adorned with gold and silver, quite luxurious.
This was yet another layer of illusion.
Damn, such a large hall, where should I even start?
Feeling somewhat dejected, I sat down on the ground, lit a cigarette, and carefully recalled the heroic deeds of Dong Cunrui sacrificing himself to blow up a bunker and Huang Jiguang bravely blocking gunfire. Taking a deep drag from the cigarette that had burned down to the filter tip, I tossed it aside and stood up, beginning a new round of searching.
Fortunately, the hints in this layer of illusion were relatively clear. On the Emperor's Dragon Table, I found an imperial edict that read: "By imperial decree, you lucky fool, you actually broke through the first three layers of illusion. This layer is also simple; all you need to do is manifest Three Thousand Harem Beauties using your Yin Energy. Thus it is decreed!"
Three Thousand Harem Beauties?
How is that even possible? The total number of beautiful women I know in real life barely adds up to ten. Including those I've seen on television, I can remember at most twenty faces. Even if I simulated all of them as harem beauties, that would only be thirty or forty at most—far from Three Thousand Beauties.
I took out my phone to check, but alas, there was no signal here. Otherwise, I could just type "beautiful women" into Baidu and find plenty of images. I couldn't help but reminisce about Fatty; that guy could name hundreds of Japanese adult film actresses. As for the adult film beauties I've seen, while they might not reach Three Thousand Beauties, gathering two thousand or so wouldn't be a problem.
I couldn't help but sigh; no matter what you do, as long as you are willing to put in the effort to study, there will always be a time when you can apply what you've learned.
Suddenly, a lightbulb went off in my head as I thought of a riddle: if asked to write blue words with a red pen, the answer is simple—just write the word 'blue' in red ink on paper. Damn, could this imperial edict also be a riddle? Perhaps 'Three Thousand Harem Beauties' simply meant for me to write those few characters.
At that moment, I used my magical power to simulate six large characters—Three Thousand Harem Beauties.
Unfortunately, the illusion did not disappear; it seemed this was not a riddle after all.
Three Thousand Beauties... Three Thousand Beauties... Three Thousand Beauties...
Damn! Where can I find Three Thousand Beauties? Do you think this can be copied and pasted?
Uh, wait a minute, this copying and pasting seems to have potential.
The imperial decree doesn't even describe what Three Thousand Beauties looks like. I can create one beauty first and then keep copying and pasting. If there has to be a difference, I can just change the shape and color of the clothes.
But damn it, creating three thousand different shapes and colors of clothes is quite a skill.
Whatever, I'll just stick some sequins on the clothes later. The same outfit, with one sequin on the first dress, two on the second dress, and so on. This way, the issue of clothing styles will be easily resolved.
After thinking it over, I believe this plan should work. I chuckled to myself and first simulated a Master Cang. Then I started copying and pasting. For each new Master Cang I created, I would stick a different number of sequins on her clothes.
Honestly, I don't really remember what Master Cang looks like without clothes. The outfit I simulated at first glance looked very much like a bedsheet.
Paste! Paste! Paste!
One after another, Master Cang appeared in the hall, all with the same appearance, same figure, and same clothes. The only difference was the shiny sequins attached to their outfits—some had three, some five, or even a bunch.
I have to admit, this is really hard work!
Don't believe me? Try pressing Ctrl+V three thousand times on your computer!
Paste! Paste! Paste!
Even though my yin-yang magic is vast like the ocean, continuously copying and pasting is exhausting my brain cells. By the time I reached five hundred copies, my head was already starting to ache. When I got to one thousand five hundred copies, it felt like a dagger had been stabbed into my brain and was stirring around inside.
I can't take it anymore; it hurts too much. I need to take a break.
Just as I let out a sigh of relief, the Master Cang in front of me vanished like a popped bubble, disappearing one after another. I quickly focused my mind and realized that just by relaxing, I had lost about ten of them.
Damn, it suddenly struck me that these more than fifteen hundred palace beauties were all dependent on my control of magic. As soon as I let my guard down, these simulated Master Cang would naturally disappear.
I couldn't pause, nor could I continue! But giving up was something I couldn't bear to do.
What should I do? Should I try again despite the pain?
Gritting my teeth, I painfully replicated about twenty more. Suddenly, the pain in my head intensified sharply, and I vaguely heard a loud 'clang,' as if someone had struck a huge gong right next to my ear. Then, I fainted.
When I came to, my head was still buzzing, and all the simulated beauties had completely vanished.
I couldn't help but cry out in despair, "Is this even livable?"
As if recalling something, I quickly looked down and checked my entire body for any missing organs. Thankfully, my kidneys were still there, arms and legs intact, breasts still present, and my manhood was also still there. I let out a sigh of relief.
Confirming that no one had stolen my organs, I began to check the various energies within my body and found nothing unusual. The only oddity was that when I tried to command these magical energies with my mind, it felt even more effortless than before.
Could it be that after fainting, my control over magic had actually developed to level 6?
If that's the case, should I give it another try?
Cursing under my breath, I started a new round of copying and pasting.
One Master Cang appeared, then two Master Cang, three Master Cang...
It wasn't until I replicated a thousand Master Cang that a dull ache began in my head. It seemed that my control over magic was much stronger than last time.
Continuing to copy, this time I directly copied over two thousand six hundred. A loud bang echoed in my head, and then I fainted on the ground.
Next time, I will definitely succeed; this was the only thought in my mind before I passed out.
When I slowly regained consciousness, the group of Master Cang had already disappeared from the hall. I was too lazy to check my internal condition and immediately began copying and pasting again.
This time, I was somewhat surprised myself, feeling that my control over magic had reached an extraordinary level. A simple example is that previously I could only copy one at a time, but now I could copy ten at once. To use a scientific term, this is called batch processing.
Ten Master Cang appeared, twenty Master Cang appeared, thirty Master Cang appeared...
After trying to copy even more, it seemed to work as well.
Fifty Master Cang appeared, one hundred Master Cang appeared...
This time, my head no longer hurt, and I felt no discomfort at all.
Soon, I had copied three thousand Master Cang. Looking at the crowd of Master Cang before me, a sense of accomplishment welled up inside me. It wasn't easy; these three thousand Master Cang were all created by me. In ancient times, just this ability alone could provide enough Three Thousand Beauties for an emperor. If an ancient emperor could have three thousand Master Cang as concubines, he would probably be exhausted by now.
As I marveled at this, the three thousand Master Cang in the hall, along with the Golden Throne Hall and Dragon Table, and the pillars of the hall emitted dazzling white light.
Clearly, I had cracked the illusion of the fourth layer. The white light intensified before me, and I instinctively closed my eyes. When the white light faded and I opened my eyes again, I found myself in the fifth layer of illusion—Floating Island.
Damn it! It was vast and boundless; finding the formation eye among these magnificent floating islands was as difficult as finding a needle in a haystack.
Feeling frustrated, just as I was about to lower my head to light a cigarette, I noticed words carved into the stone slab beneath my feet. Beside it lay a black Ball about the size of a fist; I had no idea what it was.
The words on the stone slab excited me: Level Completion Guide.
He didn't even bother to light a cigarette and continued reading. It said, "Use Wind Elemental Magic to simulate countless soaring eagles to Pass..."
Upon seeing this, he couldn't help but feel frustrated. Wind Elemental Magic? Where the hell am I supposed to find Wind Elemental Magic? The only possible way to obtain it would be to merge with the Wind Sweeping Away the Clouds illusion, but that Mysterious Realm Golden Sphere has already been taken by Song Xi.
He continued reading, and the stone tablet stated, "This 'Assam Divine Pill' contains rich Wind Element nutrients. As long as you consume it, you will definitely feel a smooth and pleasant mood."
Assam Divine Pill? The one who set up this Mystical Realm must be lazy; they even copied the name from someone else. People drink Assam tea for a good mood, but if I eat this dark, gooey thing, who the hell would feel good?
He picked up the dark substance, which looked unappetizing and smelled strange, like burnt plastic.
Damn, what is this thing?
It seemed there was no other choice; he decided to eat it.
Frowning, he took a bite and chewed a couple of times. Surprisingly, it was sweet and delicious, crisp and refreshing—quite tasty!
He quickly finished it, feeling a stream of energy slowly flowing toward his Dantian, stopping at that area. Just as he was wondering what it meant, the energy suddenly exploded with a loud bang, and he fainted again.
He didn't know how long it had been when he groggily sat up, shaking his head. Damn, is this the third or fourth time I've fainted in this damn illusion?
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