I'm farming treasure chests in the female-oriented world.

Chapter 86 Wonderful Method

A strong wind blew up dust, causing Song Yanran's hair to flutter.

Standing about thirty meters away from the shop entrance, Song Yanran watched in shock as the two people inside engaged in a fierce battle.

"What level of battle is this?"

This was something she, a mere novice cultivator who had just entered the realm of Xuan cultivation, could not possibly match.

Upon seeing this, Song Yanran's live stream chat exploded once again.

"Oh my god, what was that? Did you see something fall down just now?"

"I thought I was the only one seeing things!"

"I didn't see anything either."

"Could it be the legendary telekinesis?"

"You've even brought up telekinesis and superpowered individuals, why don't you just call it the 'Hand of the Mage' from a game?"

"Those paper figures seemed to swarm out of the ground like bees, there were so many! Did you count them? How many were there?"

"Who can count them all?"

"I didn't count, but there are at least a thousand."

"These paper figures look alive; it's terrifying."

"These special effects are amazing, streamer, I'll send you a chicken leg."

"Guys, with such amazing special effects, the streamer would go broke if he didn't send a bunch of rockets."

Then a large number of rockets appeared on the screen again.

Song Yanran glanced at it and gave a wry smile.

Even if you send her a lot of rockets now, it's all in vain.

Faced with enemies of this caliber, Song Yanran didn't even dare to run away. She could only obediently stand aside as a background figure. At the same time, she also had a dark thought in her mind: even if she died, she would expose them to netizens and leave behind countless witnesses so that even if they killed her, they would not be able to rest in peace.

Xia Xue couldn't care less about Song Yanran at this moment.

Using the newly acquired paper manipulation technique, he immediately discovered the truth behind the Paper Sea Technique.

"Heh, so it's an illusionary clone."

Less than one percent of the figures inside are actually paper figures; the vast majority are phantom clones created through mystical arts.

Those phantom clones were just for show; they had no real power whatsoever.

Xia Xue raised her right hand in a sword-like gesture, placed it to her lips, and uttered a single word.

"break!"

A surge of spiritual energy emanated from Xia Xue's mouth, creating ripples that shimmered with faint light throughout the world.

As the light waves swept across, the phantom clones burst like bubbles, while the real paper figures scattered and fell like kites with broken strings.

A terrified middle-aged man's voice came from the basement.

"What kind of tactic is this?"

It was just a single word that broke his mystical technique and extinguished the spiritual light on the paper figure.

When Song Yanran saw this, her eyes widened, and she looked incredulous.

"This is?"

This seems to be a mysterious technique from the "Mysterious Paper Techniques" passed down in her family, which can only be performed by a Xuan Master.

Breaking the Word Technique!

One word can break through ten thousand techniques.

All paper-based mystical arts are countered by this method.

Song Yanran's heart skipped a beat, and a look of wild joy appeared on her face.

"Could it be that the person in the pure white mask has some connection with me?"

Because of this guess, her heart pounded wildly.

"If that's the case, does that mean I won't die?"

At this moment, rockets started flashing on the screen again.

The comments section was once again full of praise for the special effects.

Song Yanran glanced at it, pursed her lips, and muttered something to herself.

"A bunch of Muggles, that's not special effects, that's a real battle between cultivators!"

Xia Xue naturally wouldn't answer the paper craftsman's question.

"If this is all you've got, then you might as well die."

A roar came from the basement.

"You cowardly brat, you've angered me!"

As they spoke, the thirty-six paper figures formed a paper ball, which turned into a blur and shot out of the underground passage. When it shot toward Xia Xue, it naturally dispersed and enveloped her.

"The Art of Paper Prisons!"

Thirty-six paper figures spun rapidly around Xia Xue, their rotation seemingly mysterious, forming a strange barrier with a radius of two meters that imprisoned Xia Xue within it.

Xia Xue raised her sword finger again, about to break the spell, when six identical middle-aged men emerged from the underground passage and fled rapidly in different directions.

"Hmph, so it was all to buy time for their escape."

Xia Xue smiled dismissively.

"break!"

As soon as the word "break" was uttered, the barrier composed of thirty-six paper figures shattered.

The power of thought burst forth in all directions.

"Huh, I can't tell with telekinesis!"

The investigation into the source was launched.

"Even the technique of tracing the origin couldn't distinguish it; it really does have some skill!"

Xia Xue once again activated the paper-controlling technique.

"break!"

A larger aperture rapidly radiated outwards.

The six identical figures that had just crossed the forty-meter range were transformed into a palm-sized, exquisitely crafted paper doll that looked exactly like the only standing middle-aged man as the light swept across the area.

The only middle-aged man who was still at large turned pale upon seeing this scene.

"What kind of secret technique is this? It can even break my puppet clone technique with a single word!"

Xia Xue's figure flashed and she appeared not far behind the paper craftsman.

"Telekinesis transformed into a palm strike!"

A giant, transparent hand, half a meter in size, made of psychic energy, slammed down.

Sensing danger, the paper craftsman was naturally unwilling to sit idly by and wait for his doom.

"A paper doll as a substitute!"

One by one, the exquisite paper figures on his body shattered, and the paper artist swayed, his face turning even paler, but he was completely unharmed.

"As expected, relying solely on psychic abilities is insufficient to deal with these elite Xuan Masters."

Fortunately, Xia Xue may not have much else, but she has a lot of tricks up her sleeve.

It not only has superpowers, but also traditional Chinese martial arts, as well as mystical arts, secret teachings, and even wonderful techniques.

"break!"

Xia Xue once again used the Paper Control Technique to break the last remaining paper doll on the Paper Master's body, and then used her mental power to activate the Red Lotus Space.

"Red Lotus Karmic Fire, ignite!"

The paper maker was burdened with sins and karmic fire, like oil being poured into a raging fire, instantly bursting into flames and turning into a ball of black fire.

"Ah, Karmic Fire, you have indeed completely taken control of the Crimson Lotus Space. Ah, how did you do it? The Underworld Master prepared for thirty years to gather all the materials needed for the ritual, and finally had a 30% chance of completely controlling the Crimson Lotus Space. How did you do it? You took control of the Crimson Lotus Space without a sound. Isn't this mystical? Isn't this...?"

The paper craftsman cried out the message he wanted to convey amidst his wails, and died as he was burned by the flames of karma.

Xia Xue didn't care at all.

So what if this information is leaked?

It did nothing but increase her prestige.

With a sweep of mental power, the paper maker's magical artifacts, inheritances, cash, and even the black robe with red lotus and the paper doll mask were all collected into the dimensional space.

After cleaning up the battlefield, Xia Xue turned around and slowly flew to Song Yanran's side.

Song Yanran stared nervously at the mysterious person in mid-air whose face was obscured, only a pure white mask and a black robe were visible.

The familiar young male voice rang out again.

"What's your name?"

"Song Yanran!"

Song Yanran quickly gave her name without the slightest hesitation.

Xia Xue nodded.

"Indeed, he is a descendant of an old friend."

Just as I was about to say something, I turned my head to look in a certain direction.

"Your response is so slow! We've already finished playing, and you're only just arriving!"

Xia Xue turned to look at Song Yanran, flicked her right hand, and a beam of black light entered Song Yanran's brow.

"I have something to do, let's talk again when I have time."

After saying that, Xia Xue's figure flashed and disappeared from the spot.

Song Yanran, having survived the ordeal, collapsed to the ground, a slight smile involuntarily creeping onto her lips. Her trembling lips uttered a few words in fits and starts.

"As expected, there's a connection. I'm fine now, haha."

The live stream screen had gone black. Clearly, the relevant departments, having realized what was happening, had finally used their superpowers to shut down Song Yanran's live stream.

A middle-aged man with a stubble beard and a cigarette dangling from his lips flashed by, appearing before Song Yanran with incredible speed. He glanced around at the scene, then stared at Song Yanran, the only one left behind. He exhaled a smoke ring and lazily asked, "Pretty girl, what happened?"