Wang Xiaole chose chicken wings and cola as his food combo.

Eating big chunks of chicken and gulping down carbs, these were the days he considered top-tier enjoyment.

His diet wasn't as healthy as Mewo White's, but it didn't matter, because he felt awesome.

After both of them had eaten to their heart's content, Miyin used her holy power to completely open the doors of the hall.

Considering the difficulty of the level, Miyin intentionally gave a brief explanation before they formally started the challenge.

There were a total of three rules.

The first:

There was no need to fight throughout; running from the entrance to the exit would count as completing the level.

The second:

It was impossible for one person to pass through; at least two were needed.

Upon hearing the second rule, Wang Xiaole suddenly asked:

"Really? Has no one ever passed level six alone?"

"In the Master's words: such an outcome has never happened!

I vaguely remember that so far, only two companions have made it past level six, and both of them were cat beastkin."

"..."

"Oh, those two used to be the Master's grandparents? No wonder I found you familiar."

From the conversation between Mewo White and Miyin, Wang Xiaole gathered some information:

While level six didn't require combat, its difficulty was beyond doubt;

Otherwise, only the Bai Shui couple would have successfully completed it from the past to the present;

Keep in mind:

Even at over a hundred years old, Bai Shui maintained a combat power equivalent to a "near-tilting national" level, so they must have been stronger when they were younger;

And the cat-eared gentleman who was her partner certainly wasn't weak either.

The difficulty of level six was so high that these two super strong individuals needed to cooperate with each other to pass smoothly, showing how careful one had to be.

In the past, Wang Xiaole would not have had the motivation to do something difficult and troublesome like this;

But this time was different, because it could determine whether he could see his sister, so he was particularly proactive, turning back was out of the question unless he succeeded.

Mewo White was ready, Wang Xiaole was also prepared, now they were just waiting for Miyin to add the final rule.

"Third: Once the two of you are inside, you are not allowed to use any power."

To ensure that the two fully understood the meaning of this rule, Miyin immediately took action.

She started chanting, turning illusions into shining characters;

She combined these characters into strings, controlling them like dancing ribbons around the two, with dots of watery light gently falling.

At this moment, both Wang Xiaole and Mewo White felt a clear suppression of their holy power (magic) within their bodies;

Now, Mewo White could barely muster any strength.

This was the restriction imposed by Miyin.

The main reason why level six was difficult was that anyone attempting it would have their combat power intentionally weakened by her before entering level seven.

This method of increasing the difficulty of the challenge had been consistently effective for Miyin in the past, but this time she unexpectedly hit a snag.

"Hah!"

With a low roar, Wang Xiaole raised his sword and swiftly swung the blade towards the characters. Swish, swish, swish, swish.

At the moment he lowered his right hand, the characters that were used to limit his own power were all cut off;

The visual effect of the characters falling to the ground is similar to tearing up a piece of paper and dropping it from a height to the ground.

Miin stared at the shattered characters on the ground for a moment, then fell into contemplation.

After resolving his personal issues, Wang Xiaole raised the sword and approached Mewo White, preparing to repeat the previous actions.

Miin suddenly shouted, "Master, this is too much."

Turning around, Wang Xiaole asked, "Who's gone too far?"

"It's... it's me, isn't it? Did I go too far?"

"I don't think you went too far, Miin. The food you treated us to just now was pretty good."

"Let's drop the subject of 'going too far' and stop talking about the food."

"What do you want to talk about then?"

"I want to say..."

"If it's about me helping Mewo White, you don't need to continue. There's not much more to say about that."

"I..."

Miin suddenly realized that even though she was in the right, she couldn't say anything.

It's difficult for a merchant to explain things to a gentleman (male or female).

Wang Xiaole didn't dwell on this conversation and was about to raise his right hand in the next moment.

However, at that moment, a shimmer of light appeared behind him, and he felt a gentle tug on his sleeve.

Turning around, he saw that Miin had shrunk to the appearance of an eleven or twelve-year-old girl, standing behind him with a lolita look, reaching out to lightly tug at his sleeve.

Without saying a word, Lolita Miin just raised her head slightly, staring at him with innocent eyes, as if asking:

Do you really have the heart to do this?

After being stared at with such eyes for a while, Wang Xiaole's guilt began to well up from the bottom of his heart.

He started to think that perhaps he had gone too far.

Lowering the difficulty of the challenge from nightmare mode to easy mode all of a sudden was indeed disrupting the balance, and using cheats wasn't supposed to be like this.

In the end, he decided not to make things too difficult for Miin, complying with the restrictions she imposed on him.

Mewo White had no objections to this.

Although Mewo White didn't like Miin, the "big sister," he had eaten a meal from her, and this favor had to be repaid.

Miin's pitiful strategy worked.

Compared to individual salesmen who blocked customers at their doorsteps for performance and wouldn't let go until the customers bought something, she was undoubtedly much more sophisticated.

Upon entering the site of the sixth level, the first impression was, "It's so long."

This place was more like a corridor extending to the end of the field of vision rather than a hall;

The road itself was extremely narrow and had no forks. To exit, one had to walk straight ahead.

As Wang Xiaole surveyed the environment in awe, he felt as if he had entered a novel, into a tomb chamber rigged with traps;

Even if in the next moment rows of blades suddenly protruded from the surfaces of the walls, he wouldn't be too surprised.

Miin watched as the two entered the hall, and as their gazes met, she sincerely wished them luck.

"I hope you can come before me once again," Mewo said. After speaking, she closed the exit located at the gate from the outside. Mewo proceeded along a secret passage unknown to others, easily moving ahead of the two, waiting at the seventh checkpoint.

As her figure disappeared, the ground beneath the two trembled, and the walls on both sides began to gradually close inwards. With their powers restricted, the two couldn't crush the walls. Once hit, their bodies would undoubtedly be flattened.

The key to passing this checkpoint was simple: run!

Wang Xiaole started running, while Mewo White prepared to jump up to the ceiling to evade the walls pressing in from the sides in her own way. But before she could act, Wang Xiaole pulled her back. The reason became apparent as the ceiling revealed sharp protrusions that seemed poised to pierce through their bodies; meanwhile, the walls extended rows of blades, further restricting their movement and turning even a simple run into a dangerous endeavor.

Recalling the tomb-raiding novels he had read in the past, Wang Xiaole used his intelligence to figure out how Mewo White could avoid the ceiling and clarified the details they needed to pay attention to next.

Firstly, never run too close to the walls in this environment, as the blades that were steadily approaching might unexpectedly "accelerate" at a certain moment.

Secondly, while running, they must not run side by side; the one in the front must firmly grasp the hand of the person behind to not only increase the space for movement but also establish a cooperative relationship to avoid falling into traps one by one.

And then, there was no more to consider for the moment. Wang Xiaole could only recall these points, redirecting all the energy his brain would spend on thinking to his legs, to run faster.

Soon, the chamber resounded with the sound of rushing figures and the piercing whistle of the sharp blades slicing through the air. Leading the way, Wang Xiaole took on the role of a human shield with great awareness. He raised the sword to deflect the many arrows shot out from the wall openings, dispersing them in batches.

Clang, clang, clang… The broken iron arrows fell to the ground. If there had been a scrap collector following behind them, he could have made a fortune selling all these damaged arrows.

"Sir and Madam, keep going with this momentum! Just continue charging ahead!" Mewo watched from a distance using magic and her voice resonated deep within the chamber through the magic spread, creating a long-lasting echo.

From a moral perspective, although the challenges set by Mewo were deadly, she didn't genuinely wish for the two to lose their lives like this. While she didn't intend to directly decrease the difficulty of the challenge, she thoughtfully provided a reminder:

"Warm reminder: There is a pit five meters ahead."

Naturally, the two didn't believe this warning. Wang Xiaole's character leaned towards being crafty. In normal times, how could he possibly believe such seemingly ill-intentioned advice at a critical moment like this?

Mewo White was even less convinced, her aversion to Miin almost surpassing her reaction to Lucia, mainly due to their mismatched eyes. Both reacted in the exact same way, running forward about four or five meters and not believing Miin's warning, then continuing to run in a straight line. When they reached the spot, instead of directly jumping over, they hesitated. Thus, at the moment they braced themselves on the ground but suddenly retracted their legs, they stepped into thin air unprepared, free-falling before they could even take a step forward.

"Ugh, why put yourselves through this?" Miin, just a wall away from the hall, sighed helplessly. She then played a funeral song from the mp3 player she had bought from the Celestial Empire. The sorrowful sound swiftly transformed the atmosphere inside the hall, instantly becoming heavy and causing the listeners to cry uncontrollably.

"We are not dead yet, no need to rush to bury us!" Wang Xiaole's spirited voice was still audible.