When I woke up, the entire cultivation world was talking about my master.

"Achoo!"

He Jingxuan shuddered and suddenly woke up.

"What's wrong?" He woke up, touching his head. His whole body felt cold and hard like a stone, and his teeth were chattering.

He Jingxuan sniffed, touched his body, and froze.

His armor, which he never took off, was gone.

Not just the outer armor.

The sword cultivator's strong and muscular upper body was bare, his shirt gone, and the cold air made his skin crawl.

"Where are my clothes?!"

Not far away, the Reverse Butterfly, lying on the ice, was startled awake by the roar. Still groggy, she rubbed her eyes and sat up: "Fellow Daoist He? Is everyone alright?"

"Something's up," He Jingxuan turned to look at him, his eyes blazing, "Ni Die, where are your shoes?"

"what?"

The butterfly was not fully awake yet, squinting and looking down blankly.

One foot was still wearing a shoe, while the other was only wearing a sock; the lonely right foot looked pitiful and helpless.

"What happened?" Ji Fuyao woke up, stood up, lowered her eyes, and touched her waist.

Then her eyes darkened, and the jade pendant she always carried with her body disappeared.

"Ah!" Suddenly, Nidie screamed, her face drained of color. "My...my travelogue is lost!"

He seemed to have experienced the greatest calamity of his life, burying his face in his hands and weeping bitterly, his nose bleeding profusely. He sat on the ground wearing only one shoe, choking back sobs and unable to make a sound.

Even passing dogs shook their heads at its appearance.

He Jingxuan quickly shook his head, shirtless, and coaxed him, "Oh dear, don't cry, don't cry, you were really scary..."

Ji Fuyao walked up to Chu Xianlan, who was disheveled and still unconscious, and gently patted his shoulder.

"Fellow Daoist Chu, are you alright?"

Chu Xianlan's eyelashes trembled violently a few times as she lifted her eyelids.

His eyes looked slightly unfocused.

The feeling from the dream still lingered on my body.

The uncontrollable entanglement, the subtle itch, the slight pressure and suffocation when the entanglement tightens, it's like being thrown into the dangerous deep sea and drifting with the waves, or being dragged to some warm animal den, being taken care of meticulously and thoughtfully from head to toe.

He had never experienced this special feeling before.

It's comfortable...and also...weird...

The fragmented images could still be pieced together; the slightly cool scales gently rubbed against and stimulated the sensitive skin, slowly tracing patterns on the body...

It was as if the prey was entangled and had no chance of breaking free.

The dream ends. Just before that ultimate moment.

He woke up.

Back in reality, Chu Xianlan was initially dazed, but then realized: had she had a erotic dream?

To his shame, he had never dreamed of spring before, even at nineteen. This was the first time he had ever experienced something like this... and the person he dreamed of wasn't a woman, wasn't a man, wasn't even a human being?

He...dreamed of a giant snake?

No, is that right?

Humans cannot, at least should not... Chu Xianlan was so engrossed in her own peculiar tastes that she became mentally disoriented, her brain was severely impacted, and she dared not think about it any further.

"Fellow Daoist Chu, should we check if you have lost anything important?" Ji Fuyao's concerned voice seemed to come from afar.

Something important… Chu Xianlan subconsciously reached for her wrist.

Empty.

?

Where is my master?!

……

My master is so insignificant!?

Just then, He Jingxuan picked up a letter from the ground: "Look, what's this?"

Upon opening the envelope, the paper was covered with bold, vigorous calligraphy, which read:

Your things are nice; I'll gladly accept them.

Start a new line.

[The Master of Thieves – Ji De, stays.]

"Holy shit!" He Jingxuan was so angry he was practically steaming. What the hell was that?!

Ni Die frowned. "The Empty Hands Sect? It's some evil cultivator causing trouble. How could they..."

Before he could finish speaking, a gust of wind swept up behind him.

The butterfly turned around in astonishment, only to find that the white-gold figure had already sped away, leaving behind a cloud of dust.

Its speed is unmatched.

-

Those outside the water mirror witnessed the whole thing and were already in an uproar.

An old monk has arrived at the Immortal Realm of Ten Thousand Swords!

"Hey, give us an explanation! How did those heretical cultivators from the Mysterious Hands Sect infiltrate the Myriad Swords Immortal Realm?!"

"That androgynous Ji De is utterly shameless."

"Our senior sister's jade pendant was stolen, and that person even secretly kissed the back of her hand! I want to kill someone!!!"

"That's right! Our Heavenly Sword Sect's senior brother's sacred physique has been exposed to outsiders!"

"Pah, pah, pah! Not a single person wants to see He Jingxuan's body!"

Several disciples from different sects rushed up to the royal elders and angrily rebuked them, causing a chaotic scene.

The royal elder, who was pushed forward to deal with the situation, was embarrassed. "Please calm down, everyone! This is the secret realm's own choice, and we cannot interfere."

"This person is indeed a Golden Core cultivator and has passed the mental trial. Since the secret realm allowed him to enter, there must be a reason for it."

After Chu Xianlan and the others fell precariously from mid-air, the audience remained on tenterhooks.

The soft jade cocoon bounced around on the ice field for a few rounds before crashing into a large iceberg.

The cocoon shattered, and the four of them tumbled out and fell onto the icy plain. Although they were temporarily unconscious, they were at least safe and sound.

Unexpectedly, on this dark and windy night, a strange shadowy figure crept up to the four of them.

Judging from their figures, it was impossible to tell whether they were men or women, and they were wearing veils on their faces.

The secret realm was a melting pot of all sorts of people, and underhanded acts were nothing new in any of its openings. As the person drew closer, the atmosphere among the major sects became tense and uneasy.

...Could it be that they're taking advantage of your illness to kill you?

The dark figure crouched down beside the four, tilted its head towards the water mirror in a flirtatious manner, and put a finger to its lips, "Shh."

"Now, I have all four of them surrounded."

Even the timbre doesn't reveal gender.

After saying that, in front of everyone outside the secret area, this person slowly rolled up his sleeves and began to perform a series of operations.

First, he deftly took Ji Fuyao's jade pendant, then deliberately kissed the back of her hand in front of the water mirror in a cheeky manner. Amidst the uncontrollable angry screams of the female cultivator from the Xuan Yang Sect, he walked towards He Jingxuan, glanced at the other's storage pouch, shook his head and disdainfully threw it aside, then stripped off the sword cultivator's outer armor, picked it up and gestured at himself a couple of times.

Then, they stripped the sword cultivator of his shirt to give everyone a treat.

Good guy.

Then, the shadowy figure bent down, casually took off one of Ni Die's shoes, reached into the other's arms, took out the travelogue, flipped through a couple of pages, and finally, swayed around to Chu Xianlan's side, pulled out the hairpin from the boy's head, and then his gaze fell on the snake-shaped jade bracelet that was faintly glowing in the night.

The rest is self-explanatory.

The evil cultivators of the "Handsome Empty Hands Sect" are extremely arrogant.

Not only must you steal, but you must steal blatantly, so that everyone knows about it, and leave your mark when you do bad things.

At this moment, Ji De lay on a giant tree, as if he were in his own backyard, leisurely taking stock of his harvest.

He tossed Chu Xianlan's hairpin up with one hand and caught it steadily, looking it over from side to side. With the other hand, he opened the Chronicles of the Reverse Butterfly, reading and laughing as he went.

It's easy to imagine how chaotic things are outside right now.

Ji De chuckled and thought to himself, "As expected of me, I can easily outmaneuver several righteous people."

How wonderful!

This feeling of pleasure did not last long.

A chill crept up my spine for no apparent reason.

Ji De was quick-witted and sensed that something was wrong with his surroundings. He decisively sprang up from the horizontal branch.

The next instant, the giant tree beneath Ji De, which had been lying on its back, crackled and fell to the ground with a loud crash.

Smoke and dust rose everywhere.

Just as Ji De was in shock and confusion, a disheveled figure appeared beside the collapsed tree stump.

The boy who emerged from the smoke and dust was like the unpredictable Yama. Chu Xianlan lowered her head slightly, her hairpin had been pulled out and she hadn't had time to tie it up yet, and her stray hairs covered half of her face. Her upright waist was taut, and she was holding a golden saw in her hand.

The boy's eyes were bright, and he stared intently at the person opposite him.

It's over.

Ji felt a chill in her heart.