Plagiarism is not a patent, nor is it Ye Wen’s exclusive right; moreover, many things can cultivate a large following organically. For instance, Zhang Hengguang, inspired by an animated series he watched in his youth, forged a set of magical artifacts resembling nebula chains.

Disciples of the Emei Sect, decades ago, became obsessed with a novel that glorified the Purple and Azure Twin Swords; consequently, eighty, if not a hundred, of the current Emei practitioners wielded either the Purple Shroud or the Azure Rope. If the locals could copy, why should foreigners be denied the same privilege?

It was simply that Ye Wen had rarely interacted with these individuals before and was entirely unaware of this reality—only today did he learn that when it comes to the art of imitation, these foreigners were no less capable than anyone else. Although Zheng Ying hadn’t quite grasped which technique had ensnared him this time, he could make a rough guess.

He had heard of the "Three Great Migrant Worker Manhuas" even before his transmigration, and he had read all three. Among them, the illusions involved only a few specific types, one of which required a specific prop and stringent casting conditions.

He didn't believe they had fallen for that one. That left only one possibility.

"But I didn't see anyone’s eyes glowing red!" As he puzzled over this, a realization suddenly struck him: there was something in this world called contact lenses, including types that could alter the color of one's pupils. The group formed a tight circle, wary of a surprise attack at such a moment, but the critical flaw of being trapped in a hallucination is that you cannot simply remain together if you wish to.

Suddenly, everyone noticed the environment around them begin to ripple like water. The scenery before their eyes grew illusory and unreal; even those standing right beside them seemed miles away.

"Damn it, the enemy is trying to scatter us!" Ye Wen understood that remaining passive would lead to an increasingly disadvantageous situation. His brows furrowed, and a flash of purple divine light burst from his eyes.

Wherever that light touched, the undulating, water-like environment immediately calmed down. This wasn't because the divine light from Ye Wen’s eyes could subdue the illusion array; rather, by activating his full divine sense, his eyes could bypass the myriad fantasies produced by the illusion array, allowing him to perceive the truest part of the scenery.

Turning his head, Ye Wen was astonished to find that in just this brief moment, everyone had been dispersed—many were now a hundred meters away from him, and that distance continued to grow. Seeing this, an idea formed in Ye Wen's mind.

With a crisp sound of a dragon’s roar, the Purple Heaven Sword materialized, hovering beside him. Accompanying this clear dragon cry, the rippling waves, which had been spreading like water, shattered like glass struck by a sledgehammer with a sharp snap.

The surroundings instantly reverted to their previous state. The others looked around and realized that several people had indeed been scattered, the distance between them vast, making immediate reunification difficult.

"Pair up first, then gather together!" Ye Wen shouted upon seeing the situation, hoping to keep everyone from panicking. However, before he finished speaking, three streaks of blade light suddenly flashed out from behind Tommy.

These three streaks were like crescent moons in the night sky—beautiful yet lethally potent. Fortunately, Tommy occasionally sparred with Chris and sometimes teamed up with him to hunt werewolves in Europe to level up; he wasn't entirely defenseless in this crisis.

Feeling something wrong behind him, he instantly erupted with White Dou Qi, spun around without even looking, and threw an Ascending Dragon Fist. Simultaneously, he bellowed: "Hao You Gen!" (Hadouken!) This strike startled the three streaks of blade light, causing them to tremble—their speed and momentum slowed slightly.

It was unclear whether the Black man’s shout had shocked him or if the attacker hadn't anticipated Tommy would sense the ambush and retaliate. With a loud bang, Tommy’s fist, encased in White Dou Qi, met one of the gleaming long blades head-on.

One was an uppercut coming from below, the other a downward chop from above. Both exerted full force, and at this moment, the sophistication of Tommy’s White Dou Qi became evident.

This White Dou Qi not only enhanced the user’s strength, speed, and reaction time but also formed a layer of protective energy around the body. Thus, even though Tommy met the blade with his fist, he sustained no injury!

Tommy dared to clash directly with the long blade because his confidence stemmed from the last fight with that American agent, where the White Dou Qi successfully deflected bullets. Otherwise, he would never have dared to meet a blade edge with his bare fist!

However, he knew he wasn't afraid of the blade, but his opponent was unaware of this. Initially, the attacker felt smug seeing Tommy meet his long blade with a fist, planning to slice the Black man in two with a decisive downward strike.

But upon impact, the blade produced a dull thud, and the counter-force nearly made him lose his grip on the weapon. "This Black man’s fist is impervious to blades?" In a flash of thought, the attacker vanished as abruptly as he had appeared, with almost no warning.

The instant he disappeared, Tommy’s Hadouken crashed down, but alas, he hit nothing but air, wasting significant energy only to spin once in place. After landing, Tommy tilted his head back to the sky, wondering where the attacker had suddenly vanished.

Just then, the man in black, wielding a Nihontō (Japanese sword), reappeared directly behind him, his long blade poised for a straight thrust aimed at Tommy's heart. "Tommy, lunge forward!" Shouting warnings was useless at this point.

Chris reacted instantly, yelling the necessary evasion, while simultaneously unleashing his Green Dou Qi and shouting as he fired a Hadouken toward the black-clad man’s flank—he intended to use the blast wave to force the attacker to dodge, preventing the strike on Tommy. Chris's Dou Qi level was a full two tiers higher than Tommy's.

Tommy was at the peak of White Dou Qi, while Chris was at the peak of Green Dou Qi, faintly approaching the Red Dou Qi realm. His full-power Hadouken possessed formidable might and incredible speed; by the time he finished shouting, the energy wave had already reached the side of the black-clad man.

Tommy threw himself forward, barely dodging the direct thrust, though a small wound was left on his back. Fortunately, it was merely superficial, something he could ignore.

The black-clad man deftly shifted his technique. To ensure he killed Tommy, he had missed the optimal moment to evade.

Seeing Tommy evade the attack, he immediately changed the thrust to a slash, swinging his long blade in a crescent arc, slicing Chris’s Hadouken in half. The bisected Hadouken exploded instantly, but its scattered, chaotic energy failed to cause the black-clad man any significant harm.

"Damn it!" At this moment, Wang Zhao also raised his right hand. The object he had been holding suddenly expanded, and a magical artifact resembling a crescent moon appeared before them.

"Huh? Isn't that..." Ye Wen recognized it instantly and scoffed.

This was the artifact from that movie advertised as a Xianxia masterpiece a few years ago! Thinking it over, that item was indeed the magical treasure of the Kunlun Sect in the film, called the Moon Gold Wheel.

It certainly looked much cooler than an ordinary flying sword when used. He never expected Wang Zhao to possess such a shoddy imitation.

As mentioned earlier, a novel inspired Emei disciples to favor flying swords like the Purple Shroud or Azure Rope. When that movie was released, the Artifact Forging Pavilion and the Artifact Refining Sect immediately saw a lucrative opportunity and had already produced countless imitations for sale.

Wang Zhao's Moon Gold Wheel was one of these acquisitions from that era. Regarding transaction methods in the cultivation world, most were bartering.

Because the cultivation techniques of the Artifact Refining Sect and the Artifact Forging Pavilion required continuous artifact creation, they were happy to exchange finished treasures for resources, building up their strength while crafting more artifacts, and simultaneously fostering good relations with major sects—a key reason they could maintain a foothold in the cultivation world. Although Wang Zhao’s Moon Gold Wheel was an imitation, its power was not insignificant.

Besides functioning as a flying sword, it was inscribed with a special formation that could borrow the essence of the moon at night, although only a small amount was drawn and used quickly, it still provided a modest boost to the artifact's might. Now, Wang Zhao activated it fully.

The Moon Gold Wheel shot toward the black-clad man. Unexpectedly, the moment the artifact left his hand, another black-clad figure appeared behind Wang Zhao, also holding a long blade, aiming directly for his nape.

"Wang Zhao, duck and shift sideways!" Beihe Jushi’s palm lit up with a tiny speck of blue starlight, then he compressed his hand. This grain of Celestial River Divine Sand transformed into a dazzling meteor streaking toward the black-clad man.

This technique was a unique application of his Celestial River Divine Sand, far faster than his Celestial River Divine Saber, though considerably less powerful. It was a move designed for precisely such moments; he even named it "Celestial River Starlight." Bystanders saw the starlight arrive instantly, passing through the side of the black-clad man’s head and exiting the other side.

They thought the man surely wouldn't survive. But Ye Wen noticed that the starlight passed through without drawing a single drop of blood, and more importantly, the black-clad man appeared completely unaffected, his long blade still carving a dazzling arc toward Wang Zhao.

"An illusion?" Wang Zhao had already crouched down and was preparing to leap sideways. But as he turned his head to glance back, he saw this very scene.

He assumed the black-clad man was merely a phantom within the illusion array, which was why the Celestial River Starlight hadn't harmed him. With this thought, his movement slowed.

Consequently, the blade strike descended, tearing open a bloody gash. It didn't hit a fatal spot but still left a horrifying wound on Wang Zhao’s shoulder.

The intense pain made Wang Zhao realize this person was no phantom. His already slowed movements accelerated again, and with a swift hand seal, the Moon Gold Wheel, which had traveled some distance, spun in the air, reversing course to defend its master.

"Damn it! If I hadn't been short on cash and bought the Sun Gold Wheel, this guy wouldn't have hurt me!" he cursed internally, but his hands were quick.

While rapidly retreating, he fumbled in his artifact pouch, pulled out a pill, and stuffed it into his mouth. The profusely bleeding wound, spurting blood like a spring, instantly stopped, apparently thanks to a hemostatic pill from the Kunlun Sect meant for emergencies.

These events transpired rapidly, all in the blink of an eye. At this moment, Chris's exploded Hadouken energy hadn't fully dissipated, and Chris himself was adopting a charging posture to tackle the black-clad man.

Meanwhile, Wang Zhao was injured and now locked in combat with another black-clad figure. Although Ye Wen had summoned the Purple Heaven Sword, he held back because he felt locked onto by someone.

He sensed that if he moved, that person would immediately launch a fatal attack. This feeling was mysterious; he couldn't pinpoint why he felt this way, only that since achieving success in his divine sense, his intuition had become increasingly sharp.

"If this keeps up, will I become a Saint Cloth user? Will I master the Seventh Sense too?" He looked around.

The environment still appeared to be an ordinary airport lobby, yet he knew this was all an illusion—every sight within this realm was shaped entirely by the will of the caster. "I wonder if this illusion can withstand my Ten Thousand Swords Art!" While contemplating whether to use brute force to shatter everything, Ye Wen suddenly heard a crisp sound.

This noise was strangely distinct, as if originating from a great distance, yet simultaneously right next to his ear. He recognized the sound: the firing of a firearm.

Almost instantly, Ye Wen activated his Purple Star River Dou Qi, and the area around him erupted in brilliant purple starlight, forming a beautiful river encircling him. The appearance of the Star River didn't signal the end.

A terrifying vortex of energy seemed to manifest within the entire river, causing it to rotate ceaselessly. This move was an auxiliary technique derived from the Purple Star River cultivation method, called the Star River Cyclone.

Besides the rotational energy generated by the movement of the river protecting his body, the river itself contained concentrated energy forming a powerful vortex. If an incoming attack struck this cyclone, it would almost certainly be neutralized.

As soon as Ye Wen deployed this technique, he saw a speck of light drill into the purple star river orbiting him. Following the rotation of the Star River, the light diminished, finally revealing its true form.

"Damn, you guys are too vicious! It’s an anti-materiel rifle round!" Seeing the exaggeratedly ferocious warhead, Ye Wen was genuinely shocked.

He hadn't expected these people to bring out such a brutal weapon against him, and moreover, hiding in ambush to snipe. "What the hell, do you think I'm an airplane or a tank?" Muttering under his breath, he unconsciously exerted a little more force and managed to crush the long warhead into a small copper ball.

The distant sniper, witnessing this, involuntarily swallowed hard, thinking, I absolutely cannot let this guy get close. Ye Wen tossed aside the piece of scrap metal in his hand and maximized his divine sense to locate the enemy.

However, instead of finding the sniper, he sensed five intensely hot, powerful energy signatures being brewed. Opening his eyes to look at those five locations, Ye Wen raised his hand, and five more flying swords materialized beside him.

These five were different from the Purple Heaven Sword; they more closely resembled the swords Ye Wen had just managed to form when practicing Condensing Qi into Sword, and they looked even less substantial, clearly being constructs of condensed energy. As soon as the five purple flying swords formed, they locked onto the five directions and instantly unleashed a barrage of sword light.

"We've been found! Scatter!" The five individuals gathering intense heat immediately realized Ye Wen had detected them.

They thrust their hands out, releasing fireballs already the size of washbasins, aimed at Ye Wen from five different directions. Then, they frantically tore open a scroll, and each person vanished into the void.

When Ye Wen's five flying swords arrived, these individuals had already disappeared. Only the closest one let out a scream, leaving behind a smear of blood as he vanished along with the flying sword!

Further away from Ye Wen, space suddenly twisted, and five figures wearing mage robes appeared. One of them had a purple flying sword embedded in his shoulder, and he stumbled, cursing: "Bullshit, such bad luck!

To get injured by that Yellow-skinned monkey..." Then, the other mages revealed themselves. One wore a mocking expression, looking at the injured mage: "You're useless.

Getting hurt in this situation? You're disgracing us..." That man reached out, intending to pull the purple sword from his shoulder.

Hearing his companion’s words, he opened his mouth to retort, but just as he was about to speak, the flying sword in his shoulder vibrated violently. He immediately felt the energy contained within it about to detonate: "Not good...

quickly..." But before he could finish speaking, the purple flying sword exploded. The massive shockwave instantly blew the mage into a pulp, and the ensuing torrent of sword energy pierced the surrounding mages, who hadn't time to react, turning them into sieves.

Soon, all five of them were reduced to shreds of flesh, indistinguishable from one another. Ye Wen remained stationary, coldly sneering and muttering, "A few jumping clowns dare to be so arrogant?" In fact, he never expected those five flying swords to achieve instant victory.

As long as one struck home, those five individuals would never escape. This was because Ye Wen had imbued a sliver of his divine sense into each of those swords.

Therefore, unless those five suddenly fled to an extremely distant location, he could still control the swords... As for the technique of making the energy sword explode to unleash boundless sword qi, he had used it countless times; it was second nature.

He extended his hand, controlling the cyclone of Qi around his body. The five fireballs spun within this cyclone, orbiting Ye Wen like obedient puppets under his command.

However, after ninjas, then snipers, and now mages appearing in this illusion array... "I need to find the caster quickly and break this formation!"