Oh no! I'm surrounded by female ghosts!

Push open the door to the secret room.

What comes into view is a vast and ethereal fairyland.

Unfortunately, Su Ming was not highly educated.

He exclaimed, "Holy crap, holy crap, so many mountains, so many clouds, so much fog, so many birds, so many fish, so many rocks!"

"This is the world of cultivation I've always dreamed of."

He ran around excitedly, and after a long pause, he finally came up with a pretty good line of poetry: "I will climb to the summit and look down on all the mountains below."

Looking into the distance, one can see thousands of mountains and valleys stretching out before one's eyes.

Each of its peaks has its own unique scenery.

Some stand alone, their sword-like peaks reaching for the sky.

Some ancient pines reach for the sky, and Taoist temples are scattered among them.

Some areas are shrouded in deep mist, with the intent of swords swirling within them.

The rolling mountains are hidden at the edge of the sea of ​​clouds, hazy and ethereal, with no visible boundaries.

Occasionally, a sword-wielding cultivator would fly through the air, his figure graceful and unrestrained. With a flash of sword light, he would sweep across the sky and disappear into the depths of the sea of ​​clouds, free and unrestrained.

Su Ming's eyes lit up with starlight, and he was filled with undisguised shock and longing from head to toe.

Behind her, Yu Mengnian slowly walked out of the secret room.

She wore a simple white fairy dress with moon sleeves that fluttered in the wind, her black hair flowed like a waterfall, her eyebrows and eyes were clear and aloof, and she was surrounded by the faint moonlight.

Her voice carried a hint of amusement: "This is my Qingmeng Peak."

"It is also the place where I reside for a long time."

Upon seeing Yu Mengnian appear, several junior cultivators practicing swordsmanship immediately bowed and saluted respectfully, saying, "Greetings, Peak Master Qingmeng."

They dared not look, nor dared to speculate, why a strange young man would emerge from the secluded chamber of the peak master, who had been in seclusion for years, a place of aloofness and detachment.

The hierarchy in the cultivation world is even more brutal and rigid.

"Peak Master?" Su Ming turned to look at Yu Mengnian.

"In 2010, I became the peak master," Yu Mengnian explained.

Su Ming counted on his fingers.

In 2003, Yu Mengnian was still a saint.

He became the summit master in 2010.

This talent for cultivation is terrifying!

How far is she from becoming the sect leader of the Qingyun Sword Sect?

Yu Mengnian seemed to see through Su Ming's thoughts, and she gently shook her head: "I have no interest in the position of sect leader."

Worldly positions and sect titles were all meaningless and illusory to her.

Throughout her life, she only sought to cultivate the Tao and her mind, and did not concern herself with the complicated and trivial matters of the sect.

Even the position of peak master was forcibly bestowed upon them by the sect.

If she is willing.

He could take the position of sect leader at any time.

Su Ming couldn't help but press further, "So, are you now the strongest in this cultivation world?"

Yu Mengnian answered calmly and confidently, "Yes."

"Even if those ancient Nascent Soul cultivators who have been in seclusion for a long time show up, they are nothing special."

"Wait here for me a moment."

"I'm going to pick something up to see if it'll be useful to you."

After saying that, she transformed into a streak of light and headed towards the largest mountain peak in the sect.

After Yu Mengnian left.

Su Ming wasn't idle either.

I'll check on the young cultivator's practice in a bit.

Take a look at the colorful spirit fish in the pond in a while.

A moment later, it chased after the frightened crane, running around everywhere.

Finally, we stopped in front of an ancient-style palace.

This palace fulfilled Su Ming's imagination of all kinds of residences for cultivators.

The walls are made of white jade, the roof is covered with glazed tiles, and the eaves are carved with flowing cloud and sword patterns, which are simple and solemn, and contain Taoist charm.

A gilded ancient plaque hangs in the main hall, inscribed with the three characters "Qingmeng Hall".

His brushstrokes are sharp and unrestrained, concealing the sharpness of swordsmanship, while also revealing a sense of aloofness and otherworldly elegance.

"Not bad, not bad."

Just as I lifted my foot to enter, a flippant sneer came from behind me: "Where are you from..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

The person hasn't shown up yet.

A violent and fierce sword light suddenly erupted from afar.

The terrifying sword energy abruptly parted this celestial landscape in the middle.

Su Ming turned around in confusion.

I think I just heard someone talking.

I went over to take a look.

Ok.

He was probably alone before.

It's a pool of blood now.

From the eyes of the young monks around them, who were covering their mouths and looking incredulous.

Su Ming guessed that this person's identity was extraordinary.

"Is he here to mock me?"

"What were you about to say?"

Su Ming rubbed his face with a troubled expression.

Such a great face-slapping plot, how come it was all gone so quickly?

He didn't even know what the person looked like.

In the next instant, Su Ming suddenly looked up.

The highest mountain peak erupted with overwhelming sword energy, like a beam of light that cleaved the heavens and earth, directly flattening a section of the mountaintop.

The terrifying vortex of sword intent dispersed countless white mists.

This suddenly made this mountain range, which originally had an ethereal quality, become ordinary.

A furious roar came from afar: "Yu Mengnian, how dare you!"

Su Ming rubbed his fist, preparing to go over and help Yu Mengnian.

Unexpectedly, ten thousand swords rang out in unison, and a giant sword descended from the sky with the force to split the heavens.

"That's the move."

Su Ming was extremely excited.

He had seen this trick before.

It seems to be called: Ten Thousand Swords Return to One, Annihilation.

Compared to 2003, the scale and intensity of this event are even greater and more terrifying.

This made Su Ming frown.

He and Yu Mengnian had a fight in the sky before.

I won.

However, Yu Mengnian did not use this move.

Oh shit.

This woman is acting again.

Performed in 2003.

In 2012, he still performed.

No wonder you won so easily that time.

At that moment, the giant sword that had been hovering in the sky disappeared, and a long rainbow streaked across the sky before falling in an instant.

It is Yu Mengnian.

She's back.

It wasn't just her who came back.

Looking up, you can also see a huge... pool.

The pool water is a warm, milky white, with wisps of mist rising gently, creating a dreamlike and ethereal atmosphere.

In the center of the pond stands an ancient, wordless stone tablet, exuding a profound Taoist charm.

Hot springs?

Su Ming wasn't quite sure.

You could hear the exclamations and whispers of the junior monks nearby.

"It is the Ten-Thousand-Year Immortal Spirit Tempering Pool."

"Isn't that our Azure Cloud Sword Sect's most prized treasure?"

"What did Peak Master Qingmeng do?"

"Keep quiet! Be careful what you say!"

Although they were speaking softly, it didn't escape Su Ming's ears.

Looking at the "giant hot spring" above him, he couldn't help but ask, "You..."

Yu Mengnian was very direct. With a wave of her hand, the "Great Hot Spring" flew towards a certain place in Qingmeng Palace.

His movements were so light and casual, as if he were merely moving a drifting cloud.

"It should be useful to you."

"You can give it a try."

Oh.

Su Ming understood.

It was stolen.

They almost annihilated the Qingyun Immortal Sect.

As expected of Yu Mengnian, she's quite domineering.

"That person just now..."

Then Su Ming pointed to the pool of blood in front of him.

Yu Mengnian didn't even glance at it: "No need to pay attention."

"An ordinary person who accidentally entered my dream, thinking he was a time traveler."

Su Ming blinked, then asked in shock, "A transmigrator?"

"Did ordinary people accidentally wander into your dream?"

"Yes," Yu Mengnian nodded and explained, "There are many dreams."

"Occasionally, a very small number of ordinary people may have this dream unintentionally."

In this case.

Judging from Yu Mengnian's expression, she didn't care.

That person just now must have been an ordinary person who accidentally wandered into this dream world.

It's estimated that he admires Yu Mengnian.

Upon seeing Su Ming, he intended to come over and mock him to establish his authority.

As a result, before he could even finish speaking, he died.

Are there many people like this?

Su Ming immediately became interested.

As Yu Mengnian led him into Qingmeng Palace, she said, "Not much."

"Even if you accidentally wander in, you won't live long."

"Some time ago, an ordinary girl accidentally entered the world, attempting to attract the attention of a mortal emperor."

Su Ming leaned closer curiously and asked, "And then?"

"He's dead."

"How did he die?" Su Ming asked, even more curious.

Yu Mengnian calmly repeated, "It seems to be to promote equality for all."

"Is there anything else?"

Su Ming stared with his bright eyes, extremely curious about these things.

Yu Mengnian said that someone had just entered and was immediately refined by the demonic cultivators.

Some people are very low-key; if things go wrong, they run away immediately, and they're still alive.

Some people even tried to launch an industrial revolution and invent various modern gadgets, but were ultimately executed along with their entire families.

Su Ming now has serious doubts.

Did all the time-travel stories that appeared later originate from Yu Mengnian's dream world?

After all, if those people die in their dreams, they will wake up in reality. It's unclear whether they can remember everything, but they will have some fragmented memories.

After half an hour.

Su Ming was soaking comfortably in the large hot spring, whose full name was "Ten Thousand Year Immortal Spirit Tempering Pool".

He could sense it.

Even just soaking in the water slowly improves one's mental resilience.

Yu Mengnian was soaking on the other side.

His body was filled with spiritual energy, which made Su Ming truly envious.

"Will it work?"

The voice rang directly in Su Ming's mind.

"It's useful." Su Ming nodded repeatedly.

"I will teach you how to cultivate your spirit, which can accelerate the growth of your mental resilience."

The profound and mysterious Daoist rhyme resonated in Su Ming's mind.

Its name is "The Great Dream Cultivation Technique," which only cultivates the spirit and not the body. It is one of Yu Mengnian's greatest opportunities.

In the real world.

Apart from Su Ming, her mental resilience is the highest.

As Su Ming listened to the Daoist rhyme of the Great Dream Cultivation Technique, he could sense a strange power.

This must be spiritual energy.

When a spirit enters his body, it strengthens not his physical body, but his mental resilience.

Mental resilience begins to increase at a rate of 2 points per second.

That's really great.

Su Ming stretched comfortably, because he didn't need to learn it completely; he only needed to follow Yu Mengnian's movements.

What he's thinking about now is...

Does Yu Mengnian wear clothes when she goes to a hot spring?

Quietly stirring the pool water, and taking advantage of the layers of white mist, she slowly swam towards the direction where Yu Mengnian was.

A thin mist swirled around, obscuring the figures.

Suddenly, a cool hand pierced through the white mist, grabbed his wrist, and pushed him against the edge of the pool.

The figure in front of me was still somewhat blurry and indistinct.

But as her warm breath brushed past my ear, I only felt a soft, ticklish sensation.

A gradually thickening aura slowly rose.

The main problem is that the pose is too suggestive.

This was also the first time Su Ming had been so close to Yu Mengnian.

Her body temperature, her breath, her heartbeat, her fragrance—all were so close, so within reach.

But her voice was completely devoid of any alluring or lustful qualities; it was crystal clear and free of any impurities.

"I don't know how to love."

"Chen Zhiwei said that I have a congenital emotional deficiency syndrome."

Therefore, my heart is empty.

She gently placed Su Ming's hand on her chest.

Whether his heart was empty or not, Su Ming didn't know.

All he knew was, "Hmm, great."

"Use your favorability to forcibly bind me."

"Fill my heart with abnormal emotions."

"If you can do it."

A slight mist rose as she leaned down.

Her stunningly beautiful face pierced through the layers of mist, appearing clearly in Su Ming's eyes.

This flawless face now carries an air of unwavering seriousness and stubbornness.

"Then I will allow you to have me."

These blunt and indulgent words almost cost Su Ming his life.

"This, this."

"I...I'm not sure either."

"Affection level is not something I can control."

"Unless you become my pet character."

"Okay." Yu Mengnian nodded without the slightest hesitation and said, "I agree."

Su Ming looked at Yu Mengnian with a helpless expression.

She agreed readily.

Yu Mengnian isn't on the system's character development page.

The prototypes for the two characters that haven't been chosen yet have been confirmed.

One is Lin Jiajia, and the other is Xu Qinghe.

"I'll try my best, I'll try my best."

That was the only answer he could give.

When Shen Wanyu came out after taking a shower.

Inside the room, Su Ming leaned against the headboard, yawning. He seemed even more tired than when he had just taken a shower.

Yu Mengnian stood by the window, gazing outside, neither speaking nor moving.

Shen Wanyu understood it at a glance.

She couldn't help but ask, "The two of you?"

Su Ming remained silent.

Yu Mengnian turned around and uttered two words: "So-so."

With a thud.

Su Ming sprang straight up from the bed: "What do you mean, 'usually'?"

"What usually?"

"Explain yourself clearly?"

"What do you mean... fucking awesome!!!"