The Nightmare Experience of a Useless Person

"So, have you been in this Abyss of Dreams since the day you were born?"

"Um."

A sense of sorrow welled up in Bai Chan's heart, and a pang of sadness rose in her nose.

Gods are born from beautiful wishes, yet they have never experienced beauty and bear loneliness alone.

This desolate land, where the sun never shines and there is not even a trace of life, day after day, year after year, accompanied only by boats and the night, such days seem to have no end...

Besides ferrying living beings into dreams, the Dream God's most frequent activity is sitting on a large rock by the river, gazing intently at the cold river water.

"This river is really strange; it's dark and stagnant."

"This is no ordinary water. Beneath it lies the remnants of evil spirits unwilling to die, the remains of nightmare beasts."

"Really?" Bai Chan didn't believe it and reached out to touch it, but Meng Shen grabbed her hand.

"Don't touch it!" His voice was so loud. It was the first time Bai Chan had ever seen him have such emotional fluctuations. "This water contains the love, hate, anger, and infatuation of the Nightmare Beast. Those with weak will be burned."

"Are you worried about me?" Bai Chan stared at his furrowed brows, her heart pounding with a sense of unease, not out of amusement, but out of pure sincerity.

His palms had a soft warmth. He wasn't some god; he was just an ordinary person. There was no reason for him to endure this boring life. This was her hidden selfish desire.

……

But no amount of sincerity or selfishness could compare to Jiang Zhiyang's burning anxiety. Having finally escaped from Qiuyeping, the two of them searched everywhere like headless flies, but to no avail for half a month.

"Could she have been kidnapped by bad guys? Could her heart and lungs have been ripped out? Could her tail have been cut off to save her life?" Jiang Zhiyang was so anxious that he jumped up and down. Every time he closed his eyes, all he could see was the fox's head under the cold, sharp blade!

Although Bai Chan is annoying, not gentle, and promiscuous, she is still a friend who helps him in every way. Jiang Zhiyang really couldn't bear to see her fox fur become a noblewoman's shawl.

"Don't worry, I have another idea that we might be able to try." Yu Qingjun was usually rational, but this time she was also greatly influenced by Jiang Zhiyang, and her heart was pounding all day long.

"Use whatever tricks you have up your sleeve, before Bai Chan's blood runs cold."

Yu Qingjun did not respond. She took the bone dagger from her waist and, without saying a word, made a cut on her left arm.

"What are you doing!" Jiang Zhiyang rushed forward and pressed his belt against her wound. "Yu Qingjun! Are you crazy!"

She closed her eyes and endured the pain, cold sweat trickling down her forehead. The cut from the dagger stung intermittently, but before long, another stab to her right abdomen.

Blood gushed from her waist, and a familiar chill swept over her. As her consciousness blurred, the sword intent finally manifested. The pure white gardenia petals were stained red with blood, fluttering as if they had come to life, guiding them in the right direction.

"This is the sword spirit of Bai Chan's sword. If I encounter danger, it will go to Bai Chan's side. By following it, we can find Bai Chan."

……

Before the falling flowers and wiping wind arrived, a group of nightmare beasts appeared.

"Please line up to board the boat." Faced with the three rampaging wolves, Bai Chan volunteered to step forward and maintain order.

Their hair was sparse and dull in color, and their eyes, like milky white glass beads, were cloudy and unclear, unable to discern direction. Their old age was obvious, and every movement seemed to burn with life.

Upon hearing the sound, the alpha wolf turned around, opened its mouth wide, revealing its broken canine teeth, and a buzzing sound accompanied by a putrid stench emanated from between its teeth. Bai Chan pinched her nose in disgust, but showed no fear. She took two steps forward to intimidate the wolf.

"Be careful!"

Bai Chan was caught off guard when the Dream God's warning rang in her ears. By the time she turned around, the broken claws of the wolf were already deeply embedded in the Dream God's back.

Blood gushed out, instantly soaking through his already tattered clothes.

They were surrounded, their eyes darting around, their steps hesitant, their desire barely concealed.

Bai Chan wanted to get up and fight, but the man in her arms was becoming increasingly weak, blood seeping through his clothes and staining Bai Chan's hands.

He trembled and convulsed, as if he were shedding tears of unbearable pain. His trembling lips murmured incantations. Bai Chan leaned down, letting the cold sweat on his forehead soak his clothes. The faint sound from his lips was Bai Chan's name, over and over again.

The Dream God's gentle breath brushed against her ear, and the little fox's heart trembled as well. He was so fragile, like a broken feather, so light and airy, as if he would be swept away by the wind at any moment.

"Awooo—" At the command, the three wolves moved at the sound, struggling to move their front paws and leaping up. The little fox looked up hopelessly, having given up all resistance.

"Bai Chan! Take this sword!"

"White peach!"

Bai Chan reacted swiftly. The blood-stained petals swirled in a gust of wind, transforming into a sharp blade in her hand. Bai Chan gripped the sword and thrust it towards the wolf.

The sword pierced its throat, but the wolf not only didn't die, it twisted its body even more fiercely and escaped from the sword in a few moves.

This sword can't hurt them at all.

"Bai Chan, use this!" Behind him came the weak shout of the Dream God. He threw out a bone dagger, exactly the same as Yu Qingjun's. Bai Chan caught the blade in tacit understanding, but was even more at a loss.

"A short blade? Is that enough?"

"Stab it in the back of the neck!"

"Stab the back of the neck!" Jiang Zhiyang acted as a mouthpiece, gently embracing Meng Shen and shielding him beneath him.

The battlefield was left to the women. Yu Qingjun and Bai Chan, two experts, dealt with three old wolves—it was a piece of cake!

The dagger pierced through thick flesh and cut Bai Chan's palm. Without giving in, she exerted her strength again, twisting to the left. In just two seconds, the wolf was motionless.

The little fox, ignoring its own injuries, turned to look at the frail man. Blood soaked the ground, and the clumps of sand greedily absorbed every drop of blood.

The Dream God had lost consciousness. Feeling his cold body, Bai Chan couldn't stop crying.

"What should I do? How can I save him?" The little fox's voice trembled along with her body. She looked up in a disheveled state, her fur stained with blood.

Yu Qingjun's lips also turned pale. Her wounds were aggravated again during the fight, and the pain numbed half of her body. However, she did not refuse and used her spiritual power to heal the man who had lost too much blood.

The blood was warm, seeping from Yu Qingjun's cold fingertips and dripping silently into the sand.

"White Peach! You're injured too!"

Having lost the arms that sheltered her from the wind and rain, the child learned to stand tall and upright. The flustered little fox tried to calm herself down. "Bai Yang, you take care of Bai Tao, stop her bleeding, and give her spiritual energy. I'll do it."

The fox cub, who had only cultivated for three hundred years, exerted all his spiritual power without holding back. His cultivation, which had once been considered a treasure, was now no match for his life.

She prayed repeatedly in her heart, asking the Lord of Qiuyeping to bless the person before her and help him overcome his difficulties...