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

Chu Xianlan had another dream.

In his dream, his eyes were covered, his vision was completely deprived, which made his other senses extremely sensitive. He wanted to retreat, but something heavy and flexible pressed down on him from behind, slowly wrapping around him from all directions, encircling him tightly.

This shouldn't be happening.

A faint voice inside my heart was speaking.

But... what is right and what is wrong? Is there really always a clear boundary in this world?

Just like that time in her memory, Chu Xianlan's subconscious wanted to resist, but her body was weak and betrayed her will, allowing herself to sink endlessly into peace and comfort, completely defeated.

He eventually gave in.

But as the feeling became more and more real, and my breathing quickened to its limit, the overwhelming sense of being controlled never stopped.

Once, twice... Unable to shake him off and relentlessly pursued, perhaps having experienced it too many times, Chu Xianlan felt afraid, his eyes became wet, and he made muffled whimpering sounds in his throat, begging for mercy. He seemed to have never had such a vulnerable moment before, like prey whose vital point was held, begging for mercy in a sorry state, longing for the hunter's pity.

Until the hunters themselves became dissatisfied with the status quo.

Sensing something was about to happen... the boy trembled with fear.

His eyes welled up with tears, and a finger gently brushed across his eye, carrying away the teardrop. The scars gave it a slightly rough feel, and the fingertip scraped against his delicate cheek, reminding him of someone.

The man's face flashed through my mind.

No matter when, what crisis or predicament you encounter, as long as you ask him for help and listen to him obediently.

That person will solve all his problems.

"Waaah... Master..."

Chu Xianlan suddenly woke up.

His eyes were met with a familiar pale moonlight, then the line rose to his beautifully shaped jawline, his straight nose, and finally... those deep gray eyes that looked down at him.

Yi Chen watched Chu Xianlan quietly for as long as she slept.

Seeing that his disciple's breathing was slightly rapid, Yi Chen thought that he was not sleeping soundly, so he touched Chu Xianlan's forehead with the back of his hand, his gaze unconsciously falling on his long eyelashes, his eyes filled with unprecedented tenderness.

I had been watching for quite a while.

It seems like they haven't had enough of watching.

Chu Xianlan has abundant qi and blood, and a high body temperature, making her as warm as a small furnace. Yi Chen suddenly thought that it would be very warm to hold her while sleeping.

The thought came naturally to him; he didn't feel that anything was wrong at all.

For example, which Nascent Soul stage requires sleep?

For example, what master would hold their disciple while sleeping?

On the other side, Chu Xianlan was a little confused, but she quickly realized that the back of her head was resting on her master's lap.

Then, the master asked softly, "...Would you like to sleep a little longer?"

Still sleeping?! What are you sleeping for?!

Chu Xianlan felt as if several strings had snapped in her mind, and she jumped up in a flurry of motion.

Omg.

Are you crazy? You were only injured and unconscious for a short while, how could you have had that kind of dream again!

And this time the content is even more outrageous than the last one. Has he been holding back too much lately, or is he under too much pressure? This doesn't seem right...

What Chu Xianlan found even more unacceptable was...

He was fully aware that the person in his dream who made him weak all over and his heart pound like thunder—

It is Master.

They are not just any A, B, C, or D that can be used as material for illusions.

...That is Master.

But how could he possibly... possibly... possibly fantasize about his master?! He's really not that kind of rebellious disciple!!

Yi Chen frowned slightly.

Watching his disciple's ever-changing expression as he hurriedly fled from his side, he felt a deep emptiness in his heart.

"What's wrong with you?"

"I...I'm alright, thank you for your help, Master..."

Chu Xianlan was truly in a state of utter confusion, rambling on and on, feeling both flustered and guilty, her head practically steaming with anxiety.

Previously, I was so angry that I had a stomachache when I saw outsiders making advances toward my master in my precognitive dreams. These filthy thoughts would be a capital offense if they happened to others, but when they happened to me, they were unforgivable.

After a moment's thought, Chu Xianlan felt as if she had been struck by lightning, her mind and spirit shaken, unsure of how to recover.

This result is unacceptable from any perspective.

Yi Chen was taken aback, feeling even more confused.

What are you thanking? Him? What's there to thank?

It felt like a bucket of cold water had been poured over his heart. Yi Chen would rather Chu Xianlan rushed up to him as usual, hugged him, acted spoiled and coquettish, or said a few words of concern...

I didn't want to hear that distant thank you either.

He paused for a moment, reflecting on how his taciturn nature and lack of clear indications to his disciple had left Chu Xianlan in a state of uncertainty and anxiety.

Yi Chen, unwilling to deepen the misunderstanding, said directly, "From now on, there's no need for thanks between us."

Chu Xianlan shrugged. She gave a mumbled "hmm," it was unclear whether she had actually heard her.

As if her body had automatically triggered some kind of stress response, Chu Xianlan looked away, not daring to look at Yi Chen again. She stiffly turned around and quickly walked towards He Jingxuan and Bai Xiaotu, who were lying unconscious on the ground.

They are now in a cave.

Yi Chen led the group to a safe place and then sealed the cave entrance with a semi-transparent magical barrier to isolate them from the outside world.

Outside, it was impossible to tell whether it was day or night; there was only a vast, all-encompassing red fog.

Occasionally, moving black shadows could be seen flashing through the red mist. Monsters raged, and their restless roars brought a constant sense of oppression.

Chu Xianlan squatted down and first checked on He Jingxuan.

The sword cultivator was physically strong and had a big heart. He was not seriously injured even after such a spiritual attack, and he was still fast asleep.

Bai Xiaotu's situation is not so ideal.

The little rabbit demon was breathing very lightly, curled up in a ball, looking truly miserable and pitiful. Several dried bloodstains were on its face, and its fluffy white rabbit ears were also covered in blood.

After all, seeing him obediently calling out "Big Brother" behind her, and then suddenly becoming so weak and dying, Chu Xianlan felt quite bad.

First, she cast a cleaning spell to clean the little rabbit, then bent down to rummage through her storage pouch for some pills.

"Their injuries all reside in their sea of ​​consciousness."

A slightly indifferent voice came from above.

Yi Chen had already walked up behind him at some point, and the second half of his sentence was still very calm: "Ordinary pills won't work."

Chu Xianlan thought for a moment, then gently closed her eyes.

Then came the sensation of his wrist being gripped, and he was pulled to his feet. With a sudden burst of strength, Yi Chen almost crashed straight into his master's arms.

Chu Xianlan: "...!"

"What do you want to do?" Yi Chen's voice was even colder than before, his deep eyes fixed on him. "Chu Li, do you want to probe his sea of ​​consciousness?"

That is the most secret and vulnerable place for cultivators. How can outsiders enter at will?

Their relationship wasn't the kind where they could freely open up to each other.

Chu Xianlan realized what was happening, swallowed hard, and quickly shook her head to explain, "This disciple just wanted to use spiritual power to check on his condition." She was so nervous that she tried to pull her hand away, but she couldn't break free no matter what she did.

Having just had that absurd dream not long ago, Chu Xianlan felt an overwhelming sense of guilt about to explode if she were to have any physical contact with her master again!

Ahhhhh!

God, give him a good stab!

Yi Chen's eyelashes drooped, a thorn rising in his heart. Even though he knew his behavior was strange, he unconsciously tightened his grip on his disciple's wrist and asked softly, "Are you very concerned about him?"