The Nightmare Experience of a Useless Person

The woody fragrance diffused in the air, mingling with the scent of fresh mud after the rain and broken grass roots, creating a jumbled mix of emotions in Jiang Zhiyang's heart.

At ten o'clock, Yu Qingjun did not appear on time. Could it be that she was delayed by getting ready? Jiang Zhiyang sighed and forced himself to calm down.

At 10:30, there was still no news from her. Could it be that there was a traffic jam on the road? Jiang Zhiyang anxiously consulted his strategist and, with his reassurance, continued to wait patiently.

At eleven o'clock, the seat next to him was still empty. Had he given the wrong time? Jiang Zhiyang dialed Yu Qingjun's number, but no one answered.

At midnight, the gentle sunlight turned scorching, and the ice cream cake melted. All expectations were dashed, and Jiang Zhiyang shattered, breaking into wind chimes. The wind whistled through his chest.

……

"Are you going out to see him?" Doubt, anger, and worry erupted at the same time as the little fox blocked Yu Qingjun's path.

"Yes." Her response was simple, as if it were the most ordinary thing in the world.

"Are you sure?" Yu Qingjun's nonchalant tone only fueled the little fox's anger. She spoke each word with deliberate emphasis, as if each syllable weighed a ton of weight. "Sunlight accelerates the decay of the flesh. Do I need to emphasize that to you?"

"Let me go."

"Impossible!" A cold sword intent flashed, and Bai Chan drew her sword. Even for the sake of that word "friend," she could not let Yu Qingjun do something foolish today.

"Falling Flowers in the Wind, this is the second time I've seen you draw your sword. Are you serious?"

"Why do we have to meet? I may look down on that coward, but I've never objected. Can't we meet at other times?"

In Bai Chan's eyes, Yu Qingjun still retained the indifference of a god, which made her intelligent and rational, but also lonely and desolate, far less carefree and unrestrained than herself. However, since meeting Jiang Zhiyang, her rationality has vanished, and she has become a fool who only knows how to hurt herself.

Faced with Bai Chan drawing his sword, Yu Qingjun was not angry. She leaned forward and gave the ruffled little fox a soft hug. "I know you were worried about me. Thank you. I'm so grateful to you all this time."

"But he wants to see me, so I'll still go. I don't want to betray his sincerity. That idiot must have put a lot of thought into this meeting. I want to know what he's going to do, and I'll definitely be happy for what he does."

The fox's strength was completely drained by her gentleness. Bai Chan's eyes welled up with tears, filled with reluctance. "I'm afraid you won't be able to handle it..."

"My days are numbered. I want to do whatever I want while I'm still lucid. I'm all alone anyway, so there's nothing to be afraid of. You have to be brave for me, okay?"

The little fox closed her eyes. In the end, she was half responsible for Yu Qingjun becoming like this, and perhaps that useless man was the one who helped her regain her will to live...

"Then take Falling Flowers and Lingering Wind with you. If anything happens to you, the sword spirit will allow me to find you."

With a flick of her wrist, the little fox's icy sword transformed into a cluster of pure white gardenia petals, gently encircling Yu Qingjun. These petals then blended into a soft sword intent, much like Bai Chan's—outwardly strong but inwardly gentle.

Yu Qingjun didn't say anything more. She smiled and gently pinched the little fox's cheek.

She was looking forward to meeting him, but even Yu Qingjun herself did not expect that the sunlight she had bathed in countless times in her dreams would be like a sharp blade in the real world.

It pierced her skin, leaving a burning pain. Her spiritual power was weak, and the stinging pain detached her consciousness from her body. She only took a few steps before collapsing in a dusty corridor.

"King Qing, King Qing!"

What to do? What should we do? The little fox picked up the person in her arms and hurried back to the tavern. How could this be? How could someone taller than her be so light?

Spiritual power, she needs spiritual power. Bai Chan focused her mind and forcefully channeled spiritual power into Yu Qingjun through Baihui and Guanyuan. However, cold sweat soaked the fox fur, and Yu Qingjun did not react at all. Not enough, not enough!

But she couldn't afford to expend any more spiritual energy. The entire Linmengyuan depended on her alone. If the order of Linmengyuan fell into chaos and the Wangtian Tree noticed and discovered Yu Qingjun, things would only get worse.

The soft carpet stretched endlessly beneath his feet. He glanced at the dim end of the corridor, then, without a second thought, began to move with both hands and feet.

102, No.

103, No.

104, No.

……

No, no, it's nowhere...

Jiang Zhiyang felt a little weak in the knees. He had not only failed to find Yu Qingjun, but also had not seen Bai Chan. Something terrible must have happened!

He was panting heavily but didn't dare stop what he was doing, praying incessantly, "Please, Lord Qingjun, please let me find you! Just let me know you're safe, I don't want any confessions or declarations of love..."

One room after another, one corridor after another, Jiang Zhiyang kept going back and forth in the huge building, circling around, until he finally found the "206" room with the door half open.

He pushed open the door, and the billowing white mist blocked his view. Strange sounds assaulted his eardrums, but he was not afraid at all. His strong sixth sense told him that as long as he went forward, he would definitely find Yu Qingjun.

Behind the small storefront of the Dream Chaser Tavern lies a vast space. This seemingly endless building contains countless rooms. So far, apart from Yu Qingjun's "101" room, which has a hidden space, the other rooms are furnished like ordinary hotel rooms, without any trace of anyone having lived there. Then there's this eerie "206" room.

Walking through the white mist, a chill crept up his spine and straight to his head. Under his feet were broken bluestone slabs, leading a narrow path through the vast expanse. Jiang Zhiyang carefully moved forward, trying his best not to bump into anything else, or perhaps, the strange people who might appear at any moment...