Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8745: School movie (1)

Sun Buyu offered a smile, remarking, "Senior Brother Hao, your progress this time is remarkably swift. I can discern that this technique is new to you, as your transitions between moves still lack fluidity. Furthermore, Senior Brother Hao, I believe diversifying your techniques beyond the eight bloody combat styles and the giant demon sect's cultivation methods would be beneficial. With the sect's cultivation techniques now publicly accessible, perhaps you could explore other methods or seek guidance from Master. Wouldn't it be better to find a cultivation technique that truly resonates with you?"

Hao Tong's eyes gleamed with interest. He then nodded in agreement, stating, "Yes, that's an excellent point. Junior Brother, while I cannot fully divulge my experiences within the illusory reality, I can offer this: if you seek genuine combat experience, the illusory reality is the place to be. It will undoubtedly aid your growth, but you must exercise extreme caution as it is fraught with peril. Upon entering, you must constantly remind yourself that you are within the illusory reality; never forget that."

Upon hearing Hao Tong's words, Sun Buyu couldn't help but be taken aback. His eyes then lit up as he inquired, "Senior Brother, is that place truly as remarkable as you say?" Sun Buyu had, in the past, been a low-level disciple in a minor sect. During the last conflict, individuals of his caliber weren't even deemed worthy of being cannon fodder. After joining the bloody massacre sect, his cultivation advanced rapidly, elevating him to the status of an outer disciple. However, with the current era of peace, opportunities for combat had diminished, leaving him yearning for real fighting experience. Unlike Hao Tong, he hadn't been as eager to participate in the recent illusory reality test. Hearing Hao Tong's account now piqued his genuine interest.

Hao Tong and Sun Buyu shared a strong camaraderie, often practicing together. Hao Tong held a particular fondness for Sun Buyu, appreciating his genuine nature, a rarity among disciples of major sects. This sincerity fostered their close bond. In response to Sun Buyu's question, Hao Tong smiled and affirmed, "Indeed, it is. Absolutely. Go and participate; I assure you, you will not regret it."

Sun Buyu nodded resolutely upon hearing Hao Tong's assurance. "Very well, I shall heed your advice, Senior Brother Hao. I will go and register immediately." Sun Buyu placed significant trust in Hao Tong, who had provided him with ample guidance. Although Hao Tong's martial prowess wasn't exceptionally high, his years of cultivation far surpassed Sun Buyu's. This experience allowed Hao Tong to effectively assist Sun Buyu with the challenges encountered during his early cultivation stages, solidifying their close relationship.

Observing Sun Buyu's eagerness, Hao Tong lowered his voice, emphasizing, "Junior Brother Sun, you must absolutely remember my words. Constantly remind yourself that you are in an illusion. Everything you perceive is illusory. I will say no more. Remember, this self-reminder is paramount, or you will face grave danger."

Sun Buyu looked at Hao Tong with a puzzled expression. Hao Tong had already cautioned him once, and now he was repeating the warning, underscoring the gravity of the situation. He nodded with utmost seriousness, replying, "Understood, Senior Brother. I will certainly remember your words." His curiosity about the realistic illusion intensified, fueling his desire to experience it firsthand.

Hao Tong regarded him, then nodded. "Very well, heed that warning. Go and register." "Yes, Master!" Sun Buyu responded, cupping his fists in salute to Hao Tong before turning to depart. Hao Tong, however, did not return with him. Instead, he resumed his practice. As Sun Buyu had noted, the newly conceived technique still required refinement, particularly in the seamless execution of move transitions, necessitating further dedicated practice.

Leaving the training grounds, Sun Buyu promptly sought out his elder to register for the test. The elder regarded Sun Buyu with a serious expression and stated, "No, you must give this matter careful consideration. I must inform you plainly that the realistic illusion remains incomplete and carries inherent dangers. Of the initial group who participated, seven perished within its confines. Out of one hundred participants, seven deaths is a significant toll. Have you truly weighed the risks?"

Sun Buyu paused for a moment upon hearing the elder’s declaration. Hao Tong had previously failed to mention any fatalities within the illusory reality. Nevertheless, placing his trust in Hao Tong’s honesty, Sun Buyu affirmed, "Yes, Elder. I have made my decision. I wish to participate in the realistic illusion."

The elder offered a nod. "Very well, return and await further instruction. Due to a disciple's demise in the illusory reality, the Sect Master and the senior members are currently undertaking improvements. We must allow at least two days for the second group of participants to enter. You shall be notified then. Ensure you are prepared during these coming days."

"Understood," Sun Buyu responded, turning to depart. Back in his quarters, a sense of unease settled upon him. He was deeply curious about the nature of this illusory reality, why it bore the name 'illusory realm,' and the circumstances surrounding the death within it. Furthermore, Hao Tong’s cryptic remarks only intensified his curiosity.

Two days elapsed with startling swiftness, each day feeling like an eternity to Sun Buyu. He rose early each morning, but instead of remaining in his room, he found himself pacing restlessly outside his door. Despite his inquiries to Hao Tong about the realistic illusion over the preceding two days, his friend offered little new information, leaving Sun Buyu’s curiosity even more piqued.

Precisely at 7 AM, an individual approached Sun Buyu. With a deep voice, he addressed him, "You must be Sun Buyu, correct? Come with me." Sun Buyu immediately recognized the man as a cultivator and, without hesitation, followed him towards the teleportation formation. Not long after, they reached the very island Hao Tong had spoken of. Sun Buyu's experience mirrored Hao Tong's; he was led into a room on the island. After perusing the instructions within a Jade slip, he entered a coffin, subsequently encountering the luminous orbs.

Sun Buyu likewise selected actual combat. However, his chosen adversaries were not disciples of the Bloody Massacre Sect, but rather individuals from the Shadow Realm. Sun Buyu had long harbored a desire to test his mettle against the denizens of the Shadow Realm, but his former lack of strength had precluded such an opportunity. Now, presented with this chance, he was eager to engage them.

Upon selecting his opponent, a flash of white light filled his vision. In the ensuing moment, he found himself suspended above a sea of blood. Surveying his surroundings, he saw nothing but an expanse of crimson. A gentle breeze carried the distinct scent of blood, mirroring the sensory experience of reality with uncanny accuracy. This profound verisimilitude left Sun Buyu momentarily disoriented, perhaps believing he had truly been teleported to some blood-soaked expanse.

However, Sun Buyu quickly recalled Hao Tong’s counsel: regardless of what he witnessed, he must constantly remind himself that he was within an illusion, that all was merely a fabrication. Despite this mental cue, Sun Buyu remained profoundly astonished. The environment around him appeared so convincingly real that the notion of it being an illusion was almost inconceivable.

Nevertheless, heeding Hao Tong’s advice, he persisted in affirming to himself that he was within an illusion, that everything was false. This internal mantra fueled his curiosity, prompting him to examine his surroundings more closely. The sheer realism of the scene captivated him, making it all the more intriguing.

As he scanned the horizon, a ripple of energy, originating less than a mile ahead, caught his attention. Swiftly turning, he observed a fissure momentarily tear open the fabric of space. From this rift emerged a figure, and as the crack sealed shut, Sun Buyu’s breath hitched. The newcomer was unmistakably a Shadow Soldier.

Very shortly, Sun Buyu ascertained the Shadow Soldier's cultivation level. This particular Shadow Soldier was a School Shadow, whose strength was comparable to his own. As an outer disciple of the Bloody Massacre Sect, the School Shadow's power level was roughly equivalent to his. Clad in armor that obscured most of his form but left his face exposed, the Shadow Soldier presented a bizarre visage. His eyes were pure white, contrasting sharply with a face of absolute blackness, as if sculpted from a swirling mass of dark smoke.

The School Shadow also took notice of Sun Buyu. With a guttural roar, it lunged forward. In the blink of an eye, it was upon Sun Buyu, raising its spear for an assault. Its spear technique was deceptively simple—a single, direct thrust. Yet, this thrust bore the hallmarks of countless refinements, executing with astonishing speed and an indomitable momentum, as if capable of impaling even a ten-thousand-jin boulder.

Sun Buyu was startled, quickly withdrawing. Simultaneously, his Blood Blade materialized in his grasp. He then employed the Blood River technique to counter the incoming long spear. Despite the hurried execution, his Bloody Battle Eight Strikes technique had been infused with significant effort. While this particular strike wasn't at his absolute peak, it still channeled eighty percent of his power, filling him with considerable confidence.

With a sharp clang, Sun Buyu's blade met the spear's tip. A massive force surged from the crimson weapon into his hand, causing his body to shudder and forcing him back. The figure from the Shadow Realm also faltered for a fleeting instant before raising its spear and charging once more at Sun Buyu. It remained a straightforward thrust, yet its speed was undiminished. Sun Buyu's visage shifted dramatically, a palpable sense of dread washing over him as he recognized the truly lethal nature of this attack. Having just expended his newly acquired strength, and with his old reserves not yet replenished, this simple thrust at such a moment was undeniably the most perilous.