Chapter 324 Head Replacement

Mapeier immediately forced open Old Wang's tightly clenched teeth and poured the potion into his mouth.

The dark color of his lips slowly faded, the purplish-gold hue on his face gradually faded, and his stiff limbs began to soften.

Mapeier was cautious not to disturb Wang Feng, but sensing that he seemed to be improving, she could only stand guard by his side, setting up dense spider webs on both sides of the cave.

After waiting for about an hour...

Wang Feng suddenly convulsed, his lying body curling up, followed by a deep exhale: "Hoo..."

"Senior brother, you're finally awake, I thought..." Mapeier was both shocked and delighted, quickly helping him up.

"It's alright, I'm fine now." Old Wang was still weak, gasping for breath, feeling as if he had just returned from the brink of death. The last time with the black hole syndrome, he didn't get to feel it, but this time he truly experienced it.

The power of the Insect God was too strong; with the cultivation level of this body, it couldn't even support the soul power cost of a minor move from the Insect God's HeartDevouring Curse. The feeling of having his soul nearly drained when making a move was truly torturous. Fortunately, he had prepared in advance, and thanks to Clara helping him gather enough potion materials, he managed to concoct these few life-saving bottles.

Mapeier could sense some of Wang Feng's condition and felt ashamed; she should have acted before her senior brother, sparing him such pain: "Senior brother, your body... let me handle such things next time!"

"It's alright, I'm still alive and kicking! I could do it again right now if needed." Old Wang chuckled, ruffling her hair. After absorbing the potion, he felt his body was almost fine again. After all, it was just an Insect God's HeartDevouring Curse, used against minor characters, and not enough to cause fundamental damage from backlash.

Mapeier was still worried, her concern evident on her face. Old Wang didn't pay it any more mind and instead turned to look at the corpses on the ground.

Truth be told, he felt a bit nauseous; this was different from a game, but Old Wang knew.

He had broken his taboo, and the world seemed to become more real in an instant, no longer able to treat life as a game. From this moment on, he was no longer just a passerby but a living member of this world!

At this moment, his heart was filled with mixed emotions. With Mapeier's support, Old Wang stood up and moved his limbs.

The potion was effective, and he recovered quickly, soon feeling that he could move without hindrance. In these few short minutes, thousands of thoughts flashed through his mind.

Earlier, he had been a bit too concerned and thus confused. Now, thinking carefully, while someone like Sogert wouldn't dare to fabricate a holy decree from the Holy City, his words might not all be credible.

The struggle between the conservative and radical factions within the Holy City had been long-standing, with both sides having comparable strength. Given Karida and Thunder Dragon's prestige and status within the radical faction, it wouldn't be easy for the other side to take action against her. At most, it would be unilateral pressure; arrest and investigation might occur, but whether it would actually be carried out was a big question mark.

As for the kill order against him, it should also be a unilateral action by the conservative faction to test Karida or the radical faction's reaction.

Otherwise, why wouldn't they act openly and directly, instead of using these insignificant pawns?

Moreover, Sister Da, whom he admired as a goddess, had seen all kinds of tricks, and Thunder Dragon was absolutely cunning. They might face some difficulties, but it wouldn't be irreparable.

Understanding the key points, the situation didn't seem as bad as he had previously thought, and a faint smile appeared on Old Wang's lips.

Before, he just wanted to have fun, but now that he had broken his taboo, he had no choice.

Since he had become a part of this world, if he was going to play, he would play big!

Quoting the old saying passed down from his ancestors,

"Are kings and nobles born to their status?"... Since he needed to recover, he should avoid fighting as much as possible. Ice bees could detect the traces of ordinary cultivators, but against masters like Cang Jue and Manku, the warning role of ice bees was minimal.

Moreover, the killings in the cave had become more frequent these days, and the more battles there were, the faster his reserves were depleting. Although the main supply of Skyburst Grenades was still sufficient, this was the fifth layer of the illusion, and they had just reached the second layer. It was necessary to prepare in advance.

With many killings, corpses in the cave were not uncommon. When he came over, Old Wang had seen one. Now, motioning Mapeier to wait where she was, Old Wang made his way to where the corpse lay in the cave.

It was the body of a cultivator from the War Academy, about the same size as Old Wang, quite common, but with a somewhat sinister look, with a pointed mouth and monkey cheeks, obviously a person with ill intentions.

Old Wang swiftly removed the corpse's clothes and then took off his own to dress it.

"Brother, we had no enmity in the past nor any recent grudges. Although we were enemies, the dead should be respected. Back home, we believe the dead deserve a proper send-off. Today, although I borrow your body, I will dress you up beautifully, so you might return as a dashing, rich man in your next life. You don't need to thank me; I do good deeds without seeking any recognition. Just please don't come looking for me at night!"

Old Wang was bustling about energetically, chattering away. He used to think that those in the funeral business were incredibly brave, almost extraordinary people. But in reality, after seeing a few more corpses, one naturally becomes less fazed by such things. People, most of the time, are just scaring themselves silly.

He pulled out a thin piece of skin from his robe. Mapeier had seen this thing before when she helped him find medicine. It was light, and she had no clue what it was. But now, as she watched Old Wang stick that 'skin' onto the dead man's face and sprinkle a bit of water...

The skin began to wriggle slowly, as if countless tiny tendrils were growing beneath it, burrowing into the man's pores.

Sizzle, sizzle...

The man's face rapidly transformed. Some raised areas receded, while some sunken parts were quickly filled. Finally, it completely merged with the dead man's face. Now, with sharp eyebrows, star-like eyes, a nose like a hanging gall, and a complexion as radiant as jade, it was unmistakably another Wang Feng. His face was pale with a slight rosy hue, looking as if he had just passed away.

Old Wang pinched the face, and it felt natural, with no hint of a mask.

"What a handsome young man, a true jade-faced lad," Old Wang nodded in satisfaction, not holding back any praise. "He just keeps getting handsomer!"

...

Since Old Wang had instructed her, Mapeier obediently stayed put, quietly waiting. She was genuinely curious, as she couldn't guess what her senior brother had in mind.

Over the past couple of days, she had come to trust Wang Feng even more. Aside from the innate feeling from the Soul Seed, her senior brother truly seemed to have it all under control. No matter what kind of opponent they faced, he always appeared confident, as if he could make the enemy's ships vanish with a casual laugh... Her senior brother was an extraordinary man. There was nothing he couldn't handle, and in Mapeier's eyes, his image had grown grander and more remarkable.

Swish, swish, swish...

The sound of something heavy being pulled. Was her senior brother returning?

Mapeier looked toward the cave and saw a figure in a loose robe pulling a corpse toward her.

Who was that?

Mapeier was slightly stunned. The corpse being dragged was wearing the attire of the Holy Sanctuary, and that face...

Under the dim light of the cave's moss, Mapeier vaguely recognized the corpse's appearance. She froze, feeling a chill run down her spine, and all the hairs on her body stood on end.

Se... senior brother?

Mapeier was utterly shocked. Had her senior brother been killed?!

Her mind went blank for a moment, and without hesitation, she shot a strand of spider silk toward the person dragging the corpse, aiming to cut them down.

"Junior sister, it's me!" Old Wang was also startled and quickly shouted.

Swoosh!

The blood-red spider silk stopped just inches from Old Wang's throat. Mapeier recognized Wang Feng's voice and immediately halted. She looked at the person dragging the corpse with both shock and suspicion. The person's clothing and appearance were unmistakably that of Hei Wukai from the Eight Tribes, yet there was also the familiar aura of her senior brother.

"Senior brother?"

"Of course, it's me! Here, listen to my voice, smell my scent, come and touch me!" Old Wang was so scared that his back was drenched in sweat. He had just wanted to play a little prank on his junior sister, but it had almost cost him his life. Now he was frantically gesturing to prove his identity.

Mapeier finally understood. The Mi Group was also skilled in disguise techniques, so she could accept this. But unless she sensed the unique aura of the Soul Seed, no matter how closely she looked, she couldn't detect any 'fakeness.'

"Senior brother, your disguise technique is really..." Mapeier exclaimed in amazement. She had carefully examined both the corpse on the ground and Old Wang's current appearance. There wasn't even a trace of makeup powder on the face, clearly indicating that this wasn't an ordinary disguise. If it was a mask, it likely fell into the realm of alchemy.

"Disguise technique? Senior brother calls this a head-swapping technique!" Old Wang laughed heartily, imitating Hei Wukai's mannerisms by tucking his hands into his robe and taking a few steps. "Look, isn't this handsome? With this outfit, unless we run into Long Feixue, anyone else who sees me will have to steer clear! We'll set up camp here. You focus on recovering, and I'll make sure no strangers come near."

Mapeier nodded. She knew exactly how intimidating Hei Wukai's reputation was. For the cultivators of the War Academy, Hei Wukai was truly a nightmare. His fame wasn't just because he had driven Manku into a humiliating retreat in Dragon City, but more importantly, even Long Feixue considered him her greatest rival.

In more detail, he had already severely injured several members of the Nine Gods, yet he hadn't killed them, only taking their Soul Tokens. Unless someone was asking for death, those who survived spread his fame far and wide, making Old Hei's reputation impossible to ignore.

This was also because, in this era of peace, the Eight Tribes didn't want to get too involved in the conflicts between the League of Blades and the Nine Gods. To put it simply, the Eight Tribes were the Eight Tribes, and humans were humans.

This plan will definitely work, but she was puzzled as to why her Senior Brother needed to bring his own 'corpse'. She asked, puzzled.

"This dark cavern is likely to be thoroughly explored soon. I don't plan to return immediately after this is over. Currently, both the Holy Sanctuary and the League of Blades want me dead, but I want to explore the third level again," Old Wang replied with a smile. The situation now is different from before when he just thought of coming in to deal with it. The characteristics of this Soul Illusion Realm are closely related to the soul. Based on his understanding of the rules of the Soul Illusion Realm, there is a high probability that what he needs is here. Since he has decided to start actively cultivating the Insect God species, he must compete for these treasures. The idea of an easy victory seems out of the question now: "Later, I will throw the corpse at the fork in the path. Once the news that 'Wang Feng is dead' spreads, guess what those who are eager to take my head will do?"

Mapeier suddenly understood, her eyes shining brightly. Her Senior Brother is incredibly clever.

Old Wang chuckled heartily. Although Mapeier appears naive and cute in front of him, when it comes to battles and strategies, her thinking is always exceptionally clear, never confused. In short, she has a natural talent for great deeds.

He pinched Mapeier's tender, dripping little face and said with satisfaction, "You're a quick learner!"

Not far away, there was a fork in the path leading to four or five cavern passages. Such a place is bound to have people coming and going. Old Wang moved the corpse there and threw it in the most conspicuous place, then returned.

Now they could finally rest properly. The wound on Mapeier's back looked quite deep and needed treatment. Old Wang, while rummaging through his magic potion bottles, said casually, "Take it off!"

Mapeier's face turned slightly red, and without hesitation, she obediently unbuttoned her clothes.

Old Wang picked out the potion and just as he looked up, his eyes nearly popped out. Mapeier stood naked in front of him, her chest exposed, a vision of beauty, bending over to take off her pants...

"Cough cough!" Old Wang nearly choked. He... really didn't think that far, but overlooked one thing: given Mapeier's situation, following him meant giving her life and soul to him.

Old Wang was both amused and exasperated. The dim environment, coupled with such a sexy and obedient beauty, and her willingness to comply... it was only his years of discipline that kept him in check. Any other man would have lost control. He quickly stopped her, "Wait, wait, no need to take everything off. I'm helping you bandage the wound. Turn around first."

"Okay," Mapeier smiled faintly and turned her back to Wang Feng.

Old Wang steadied himself. Earlier, he only saw bloodstains through her clothes, and Mapeier's face showed no signs of pain, so he didn't think much of it. But now, looking at the wound, it was about half a foot long and an inch deep, almost splitting her entire left shoulder.

Such a terrifying wound would probably be unbearable even for a strong man, but Mapeier hadn't made a sound. Seeing her petite figure, Old Wang suddenly felt a twinge of sympathy.

As he sprinkled the potion on the wound to clean it, he noticed her slender shoulder trembling slightly. He involuntarily paused and asked softly, "Does it hurt?"

"Senior Brother, it doesn't hurt."