Fairy, dreams shouldn't be taken seriously.

clatter! clatter! clatter!

Light footsteps echoed in the palace.

The graceful figure slowly walked towards the bed.

As her footsteps echoed through the palace, Fan Zui's heart began to beat uncontrollably, following the melody.

It wasn't that he was nervous.

Instead, it was my heartbeat and my whole being that started to slip out of my control.

The blood in my body began to surge, and my whole body became burning hot.

It felt like there was an endless amount of saliva in my throat, and my body temperature started to rise.

Suddenly, Fan Zui went blind and could not see anything.

Immediately afterward, he heard the soft sound of the bed curtains being lifted.

It seems that the witch has cast a spell on herself that renders her blind.

An enticing aroma wafted into my nostrils, my body temperature rose again, and my heart raced.

The witch seemed to be brewing something, and she was brewing something in him as well.

This soft, large bed is actually a formation that stimulates the most primal impulses within the human body.

If he still can't guess what's going to happen next, then he's really wasted all those novels he's read.

Even though I know in my heart that this is just a dream.

But deep down, he couldn't help but feel overjoyed!

Come quick, come quick!

For someone who has been single for decades, let alone a stunningly beautiful woman with a tantalizing fragrance, even if Sadako herself came along, he would still have to take her to bed.

Anyway, it's all the same with the lights off.

This witch seems to share the same idea.

Therefore, they used demonic powers to blind Fan Zui.

Even though he couldn't see, Fan Zui could still clearly feel that the room was now completely dark.

The moment a smooth, slender finger touched his wrist, Fan Zui's body trembled.

Her fingers, as soft as silk, slid slowly and gently along his arm, lightly brushing over his Adam's apple before continuing upwards.

My fingers landed on my face; they were cool and refreshing, with a faint fragrance.

In addition to her natural body odor, there was also the scent of flowers after a bath.

Smelling the fragrance and feeling the gentle movements, Fan Zui had already sketched out a captivating and alluring enchantress in his mind.

Wow, what kind of dream is this? It's so real, and it even has warmth.

However, for some reason, the witch's movements suddenly stopped.

What's wrong with this witch?

Fan Zui muttered to himself, but unfortunately he couldn't see anything.

So, what is my hidden mission?

This dream felt so real!

"I'm a witch, why not get straight to the point and stop with all that sentimental, girlish posturing?"

This woman is really strange. How could she doubt or not know her own identity?

Could it be because of a dream that things are so strange?

Her voice was light, alluring, and made one's bones feel weak.

It seemed that when that voice rang in my ears, my whole body was already in a gentle embrace, enveloped in endless tenderness, and I was completely captivated by it.

Then, the dream woke up.

Fan Zui opened his eyes; it was already noon.

The sun was blazing, and it was quite hot.

Fan Zui reached out and wiped his nose. Seeing the bright red blood, his face immediately darkened, and his lips twitched slightly.

[Ding, dream over!]

[Hidden Quest Triggered: None]

[Dream Practice: None]

[Congratulations on receiving a consolation prize. Would you like to open it?]

Chapter 3 [Entering the Dream Again]

"Open."

[Open the consolation gift pack and congratulations on receiving one Marrow Cleansing Pill.]

Each dream-based meditation session lasts a maximum of four hours, or two shichen (a traditional Chinese unit of time).

Unless interrupted by special circumstances, the dream will end prematurely.

Fan Zui took a deep breath, trying to calm his restless heart.

And he secretly reminded himself that next time he enters a dream, he must not be attracted by other things.

I need to start practicing as soon as possible.

Actually, he can't be entirely blamed for failing to enter the dream this time and wasting his first great opportunity to do so.

Could a single, virile man resist such temptation?

Most importantly, his body was completely immobilized and he could not move an inch.

They are even unable to speak.

My entire being, including my soul, was under the control of that witch, forced to enjoy...

A slip of the tongue is a form of persecution.

In truth, he was rejecting it.

It's just that the body is too honest.

Suddenly, the door opened, and a familiar figure walked into the room once again.

Orange is the old lady's personal maid and the head of the maids in the backyard.

She wore a long white dress with maple and glass accents, and her long hair reached her waist.

She was the only one in the entire household who would enter Fan Zui's room without knocking.

Her hands were quite unique, each with six fingers, for a total of twelve fingers.

Holding a plate in my hand, the aroma wafts over.

Every day at noon, she would bring Fan Zui some food.

The ingredients are all the finest spiritual substances.

For ordinary people, it can prolong life.

For those who practice spiritual cultivation, consuming this can enhance their spiritual level.

It would be a complete waste for Fan Zui to consume it.

"Brother, it's time to eat..."

Before Ju Zi could finish speaking, her words suddenly stopped, and she stood there stunned.

Her eyes widened in disbelief, yet also filled with shyness.

A blush appeared suddenly and quickly spread upwards from her neck.

Her cheeks were flushed.

Fan Zui wiped the blood from his nose, seemingly oblivious to any sense of shame, and calmly said:

"Hmm, let's put it somewhere first."

"Ah... oh, I'll put it here then."

After saying that, Ju Zi put the food on the table and, like a wildcat whose tail had been stepped on, hurriedly ran outside.

I almost bumped into the door.

Fan Zui watched the figure flee and quickly disappear into the courtyard, muttering to himself:

"You were allowed in without knocking..."

I guess this bad habit will be completely broken starting today.

After calming down for a while, my restless heart finally returned to normal.

Upon arriving at the dining table and opening the lunchbox basket, a bowl of high-quality purple spiritual grain came into view.