Fairy, dreams shouldn't be taken seriously.

As he practiced, Fan Zui became completely immersed in this state.

They were completely unaware of what was happening outside.

Although he didn't know when, a person with purple hair, purple clothes, and purple eyes silently appeared at the head of the Buddha statue in the dilapidated temple, he didn't notice.

Li Hanqiu wasn't in a hurry; she simply watched him cultivate quietly.

However, as she watched, she suddenly realized that this bastard seemed to have the same talent as her.

This is really strange.

No wonder he has such high talent; in just a short time, he was able to enter the realm of spiritual cultivation.

The ethereal realm is an excellent state of cultivation that can only be entered when all the right conditions—favorable timing, location, and human factors—are in place.

This state is quite helpful for tempering one's Daoist heart.

Many practitioners seek this diligently but cannot obtain much of it.

Is he... the one I'm waiting for?

Li Hanqiu thought again.

She consulted the oracle, but was instead struck down by its profound and unfathomable destiny.

From this perspective, there is a slight possibility that he is the person I've been waiting for.

However, it's hard to say.

The best way is to verify it.

However, this method of verification is a bit too...

Well, let's just take it one step at a time.

The one who enters the dream existed a thousand years ago.

There are powerful beings who can enter dreams to search for the secrets in other people's hearts, glimpse the truth, or search for something else.

However, that requires cultivation at the level of Formlessness or above.

The boy in front of me looks very young, and may not even have started cultivating yet.

That doesn't match up at all.

Then why does she keep appearing in my dreams?

Why is this?

How did he get in, and what is he going to do?

Is it simply for the sake of cultivation?

Cultivating oneself in dreams?

But a dream is just a dream; can it be real?

Even matters between men and women in dreams are probably unreal.

Back in reality, it won't have any impact whatsoever.

Lost in thought, she waved her sleeve, and the Buddha head on the ground flew up into the air.

The witch then brought her five fingers together and slashed out like a sharp blade.

With two quick clicks, the Buddha head became smooth and free of dust and dirt.

He placed it on the ground and then sat on it.

Ahead, Fan Zui's cultivation continues.

The body moved in harmony with the gun barrel, every muscle from head to toe fully engaged in this beautiful movement.

As he thrust out, the speed gradually increased, and the movement became increasingly grand and powerful.

His movements, wielding spears and sticks, were graceful and varied, demonstrating his determination and perseverance in learning martial arts.

Every movement he made was powerful and unstoppable, like a mighty river flowing eastward, awe-inspiring and awe-inspiring.

Li Hanqiu discovered that this kid's talent for cultivation and his comprehension were both top-notch in the world.

As time went on, the icy spear became increasingly wielded with ease in his hands, no longer tense or stiff.

Under the blessing of the ethereal realm, he seemed to become one with the spear.

At that moment, Fan Zui also felt a strange sense of pleasure.

Very cool!

That feeling of being stabbed.

It was so cool!

Fan Zui felt that at this moment, he had perfect control over his body, the gun, and the environment.

This kind of pleasure is indescribable and can only be experienced firsthand.

It's like a simp who can't get what he wants, so he eventually transforms into Boiling Sheep to buy Pretty Sheep a wedding dress and take her to Pleasant Goat's concert wearing it.

That feeling, Aquaman will never understand.

"To hone one's marksmanship, one must constantly refine and perfect every detail, and continuously pursue perfection."

Only in this way can one gain a firm footing. The moment the spear thrusts out, its power explodes with immense force, showcasing the spear's unparalleled beauty.

Seeing him exit the ethereal realm, Li Hanqiu suddenly spoke.

However, the sudden sound startled Fan Zui quite a bit, almost causing him to lose his composure.

He pointed his spear directly at the female demon and said warily:

"Don't mess around. Let me tell you, this is a dream. I am an invincible being. Even if you are a powerful expert in the Formless Realm, you are no match for me."

Li Hanqiu slowly got up, patted the dust off his clothes. Although this was a dream, everything was incredibly close to reality.

The moment she stood up, she suddenly clenched her fist and instantly crushed the Buddha head on the ground from a distance, sending shards of stone flying everywhere.

"You seem afraid of me?"

The witch stepped forward, narrowed her eyes slightly, and looked at the boy in front of her with a half-smile.

The way he looked at it seemed as if he was watching a little white rabbit that he could catch at any moment.

Fan Zui swallowed hard, then looked around again.

"What are you looking for?" The witch frowned slightly.

"Let me see if you brought that big bed this time."

boom!

No sooner had he finished speaking than the witch unleashed a powerful palm strike.

Hunting cattle across the mountains.

The headless Buddha statue behind Fan Zui instantly turned to dust.

A strong gust of wind caused Fan Zui's hair to fly around his ears for a long time.

"Knowing you'd come again, I've prepared some special methods for you this time. Do you want to give them a try?"

As she spoke, three purple leaves suddenly appeared in the witch's hand, hovering around her body.

Fan Zui was in a panic, his mind racing as he frantically searched for a solution.

Suddenly, he realized a problem.

This witch returned without bringing a bed, and she didn't attack him immediately either.

Then there's only one possibility: the other party has ulterior motives towards you.

What does she need?

In short, anything is possible.

The only thing I don't need is my own body.

Fan Zui couldn't figure it out for a while.

However, since we don't have to lift a finger, everything is negotiable.

"How about... we make a deal?" Fan Zui asked tentatively.

"Okay, but as a token of my sincerity, you should first give me one of the clothes from last time, and tell me how it was made and how it was measured."

When this matter was mentioned, a strange expression seemed to flash across the witch's face for a fleeting moment.

A hint of shyness flashed across her purple eyes like a shooting star.

Chapter 18 [Take off your clothes]

This witch is a bit reckless, immediately offering to trade lingerie.

That makes sense, otherwise, why would someone be having erotic dreams so early in the morning?

"I'll give you the instructions for making that garment. It's not difficult, but the size..."