**Chapter 300: bl**d Pool Illusion**
When Yun Zhonghe opened his eyes again, he found himself peacefully lying on a pear wood bed intricately carved with a plethora of floral patterns.
At the edge of the bed stood a girl in elegant ancient attire, and her eyes just happened to meet Yun Zhonghe’s.
Suddenly, he saw the girl’s eyes widen comically.
“Miss! The miss is awake! Master and Madam! The miss is awake!” The girl practically shouted as she dashed out of the door.
Yun Zhonghe stared in bewilderment at this unfamiliar girl bolting out, his brain momentarily short-circuiting.
What on earth?
What is this “the miss is awake” nonsense? Is she talking about me?
I’m a strapping seven-foot man, thank you very much!
Yun Zhonghe instinctively reached for his manhood, but when he touched it—ZAP! It felt like lightning struck him, leaving him frozen in place.
Wait, what?! Gone?!
He hastily looked down, and the sight left him completely flabbergasted.
There on his chest were two enormous… umm… fruits, with skin as delicate as snow and lovely curves.
Yun Zhonghe yanked his collar down, his eyes bulging as if trying to roll them into the fabric to confirm this unbelievable reality.
“Eh?!!!”
His exclamation came out with a surprisingly sweet tone, far removed from the deep voice he was accustomed to.
Did I just become a woman?!
Hold on a second, this is supposed to be a male lead story! Don’t pull a gender-bender on me out of nowhere!
But then, Yun Zhonghe’s spiritual energy picked up on some oddities.
It wasn’t that he had transformed into a woman; rather, his consciousness was controlling a woman’s body, and this place…
Seemed like an illusion, a virtual world constructed just for fun!
As a seasoned gamer, flashes of countless game scenarios rushed through Yun Zhonghe’s mind, and he quickly grasped the truth of his predicament.
Clearly, he had fallen into some kind of special illusion dungeon where all the rules were set by the dungeon’s master! In this illusion, he couldn’t use his original powers or items, merely relying on the character provided by the illusion to explore.
This kind of dungeon trick was one he was all too familiar with.
But still… wasn’t I just battling the BOSS? Taking on that Eight-Foot Lady who was as formidable as the Transformation Stage, and then… how did I suddenly drop into this illusion?
Yun Zhonghe rubbed his forehead, trying hard to sift through the fog of memories for the broken fragments.
He vaguely recalled that Mu Jixue and the others had rushed in on their Spirit Boat, and he, distracted for just a moment, had accidentally been pierced through the body by the bl**d controlled by the Eight-Foot Lady, before being unceremoniously dumped into the bl**d Pool…
Next, in his hazy memories, it seemed like Mu Jixue had jumped into the pool without hesitation too?
Yun Zhonghe couldn’t recall much more. He sat up from the bed, his gaze slightly empty, filled with worry for Mu Jixue.
If she had really jumped into the bl**d Pool, was she trapped in this illusion too? Had she turned into someone else like he had?
Unbeknownst to him, he hadn’t sorted out many details yet. He glanced around, hoping to find useful clues in the surroundings.
At that moment, his eyes fell upon a copper mirror on the table, which, though a bit old, still reflected a clear image.
Yun Zhonghe walked over to the mirror and began examining the face of the character he was currently controlling.
Hmm…
The woman in the mirror had delicate features, a beautiful nose, and cherry-like lips. Her face was refined and, while she couldn’t compete with beauties like Mu Jixue, she was definitely a pretty woman.
But just as Yun Zhonghe stared at the face, he suddenly felt an unsettling familiarity, as though he had seen it somewhere before…
“Right! That female corpse…”
He suddenly connected the dots to the Eight-Foot Lady.
During the chaos in the bl**d Pool, he had caught a glimpse of her “charming” visage. Despite being a face filled with terror and evil, this countenance bore a shocking resemblance to the one before him now.
Plus, with the bl**d Pool being one of the Eight-Foot Lady’s powers, it was quite possible that he had fallen into a memory illusion of her past?
Based on the usual game dungeon patterns, Yun Zhonghe started to speculate that if he could solve this illusion, he might uncover the key to defeating the Eight-Foot Lady!
At this moment, perhaps he was temporarily transformed into the original appearance of the Eight-Foot Lady, but without her chilling evil aura and her gigantic figure.
The real Eight-Foot Lady, before turning into that horrifying form, was likely just a normal-sized, beautiful woman.
“Dear daughter!”
The urgent shout instantly yanked Yun Zhonghe out of his thoughts.
He raised his eyes to see a resplendently dressed woman rushing towards him, her long skirt bouncing as she moved. The ornaments in her hair jingled melodiously with her hurried steps, masking her inner franticness.
Following close behind her was a composed middle-aged man. Though he walked briskly, he maintained an air of calm and grace. Time had etched some lines on his face, making him appear slightly older, but he still radiated youthful charm.
When Yun Zhonghe’s gaze met with the two, his heart suddenly ached, making him clutch his chest involuntarily.
He realized this was the reflection of the original body’s emotions, the feelings of the Eight-Foot Lady.
This heartbreak and joy didn’t belong to him; they were deeply etched in the soul of the Eight-Foot Lady.
Seeing Yun Zhonghe in pain, the woman was practically in a panic, tears welling in her eyes. “Xiao Yan, are you feeling unwell? Quickly tell your mother!”
Upon hearing “Xiao Yan,” a memory instantly blossomed in Yun Zhonghe’s mind.
Liu Yan, the precious daughter of the Liu family from Tianhai City, that was her name and her backstory.
Taking a deep breath, Yun Zhonghe tried to placate his emotions, hiding the intense feelings that weren’t his own but entirely too strong to ignore. He lowered his gaze and smiled faintly, “I’m fine, don’t worry…”
At this point, he hesitated, as if something was lodged in his throat. His voice turned slightly hoarse as he struggled to utter the words: “Mother.”
He finally understood why he had woken up here.
Because this is the Liu residence, and right in front of him were Liu Father and Liu Mother, who loved Liu Yan dearly. This time in the Liu household was the happiest and most beautiful period of her life.
This was an illusion crafted for “Liu Yan,” a sanctuary deep within her heart.
In this place, she was the carefree, cherished daughter held in her parents’ hands, not the terrifying Eight-Foot Lady that sent shivers down everyone’s spine.
The era Liu Yan belonged to was over a hundred years ago, before the Immortal Alliance was established.
The Liu family had traded for generations, famous for their essential oils, and they were the wealthiest family in Tianhai City. In this era, Tianhai City was still just an ordinary mundane town, lacking any sects for cultivation.
