Chapter 384
“Looks like I have to go into the dream again.”
“You can control your dreams?”
Li Mo asked curiously while gathering the mahjong tiles.
“It’s just a little trick. Don’t underestimate me, I’m not just at the Seventh Realm.”
Qin Yuzhi sniffed, trying to appear impressive:
“Memory is the root of dreams. The Yunmeng Immortal is everywhere, and to ensure I don’t slack off in my dreams, I’ve invented this secret technique in addition to wandering through others’ dreams while I sleep.”
“So, what? You want to learn it?”
Li Mo was mostly just curious about this strange skill.
Mainly because of Bing Tuozi; it was necessary to learn a bit, just in case.
“You don’t have to pay back the mahjong debt.”
“Hmph, this secret technique isn’t easy to learn, but since you’re asking so sincerely, I’ll teach you a bit.”
A quarter of an hour later.
Qin Yuzhi’s expression went through several stages: ‘Not bad, but you still need practice’; ‘You’ve got some talent, this shouldn’t be too hard for you?’; and finally settled into a state of bewilderment: ‘Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?’
She mumbled to herself as she returned to her room.
Li Mo stood up and glanced at the sky. It was getting late, the sky was clear, and the moon was bright and sparse among the stars. The enormous moon had climbed halfway up the snowy mountain, playing with the snowflakes in the wind, causing the night sky to shimmer with starlight.
Turning back, he saw Ying Bing sitting in the moonlight, her delicate features shifting between light and shadow, the rustling of the book in her hands creating a serene sound.
“The moonlight is really beautiful tonight.”
“It is indeed lovely.”
Ying Bing looked up and nodded.
Li Mo smiled.
During their dual cultivation, the two had gradually developed a tacit understanding, such as the shared sentiment of ‘the moonlight is truly beautiful.’
As everyone knows, when the moon is at its most beautiful, the essence of the Taiyin (Moon) is abundant, making it the perfect time for observation. Thus, it became a signal for their dual cultivation.
It seemed they hadn’t watched the moon together in a while, had they? Observing the essence of the Taiyin was important.
Cultivation is all about perseverance; how could they be so lax!
“I’ll go wait for you in your room.”
“Why would you go to my room?”
“??”
Li Mo was taken aback. Wasn’t this about dual cultivation?
Then he noticed the mischievous curve at the corner of Han Xianzi’s mouth, her moonlit eyes sparkling with a teasing glint.
“Tonight, I want to study the Huangliang Dream Technique. Be good.”
“Alright then.”
Li Mo couldn’t resist that word, but he still felt a pang of disappointment at missing out on observing the essence of the Taiyin, so he returned to his own room.
Well, he still had plenty of upper forms and several extreme forms left to practice.
By observing the seven orifices of the mind, he could absorb a great saint’s divine power.
The silhouette of the lonely little Li stretched long under the moonlight.
As he ascended the stairs, Ying Bing bit her lip, sitting for a moment longer before finally getting up.
Just as she opened the door to her room, she heard the sounds of tossing and turning from the opposite side, feeling a bit helpless.
She gently closed the door.
Using the moonlight, she took out the book on the Huangliang Dream Technique, which read:
“Thoughts during the day manifest in dreams at night.”
Indeed, the Huangliang Dream Technique doesn’t allow you to simply will your dreams into existence. At least, those in the Observation Realm can’t control their dreams at will, like Qin Yuzhi playing mahjong in her dreams.
Instead, it requires a special method to establish psychological suggestions.
You must let certain thoughts take root, and then when you enter the dream, those thoughts can lead to some degree of change in the dream.
If Li Mo were sleeping beside her, what would her dream become?
“Almost there.”
Ying Bing flipped through the pages again, confirming that she had grasped the method correctly.
Then, she began to recall the images from her past life.
After her rebirth, most memories were clear, except for the vague fragments in the Guixu (Return to the Void).
Aside from a lingering sense of loss, she knew nothing else.
She wanted to understand why she had failed.
And then there was Ying Huang.
Last time, the other had appeared in her dream. If she could control her dreams, would things be different?
Lost in thought, a wave of drowsiness washed over her.
Suddenly.
[Alert: Countdown to system ranking, 29 days remaining.]
[This time’s punishment: Plant 49 strawberries.]
[To instill a sense of shame and motivation in the host, relevant images are being automatically presented.]
“?”
Before Ying Bing fell asleep, the last image that flashed in her eyes was that of the upright Li Mo’s mind!
That night, in the dream of a certain former demon lord.
“Master is truly amazing!”
“Eighteen Arhats! You can even make a hand like that.”
“Master is formidable, your card skills are divine!”
Amidst the flurry of compliments at the card table, Qin Yuzhi gazed out the window. It was her memory of the Huanshen Sect, which at that time held a significant role, overseeing the harmony of the world and managing the immense power of all beings.
A scene of flourishing prosperity.
“Master, I want to be as powerful as you in the future.”
Qin Yuzhi turned her head to see a five or six-year-old child, his eyes filled with innocent admiration and longing.
He was one of her disciples.
“Si Ye, you need to work hard!”
Qin Yuzhi smiled as she ruffled his hair, but her heart was filled with bitterness.
Bai Li Si Ye, he...
He must have turned to dust by now, right?
Once a dream she could never tire of, this dream, so vividly real, sometimes made even its creator question what was real.
Now, it began to collapse, scattering like sand in the wind.
This dream...
As reality approached, it was heading toward its end.
Qin Yuzhi sighed softly, her dream self drifting in the starry river of dreams, aimlessly wandering. Each bubble represented the dreams of others from the Qingyuan Sect.
This was another of her secret techniques: dreamwalking.
She could traverse the dreams of many people, even stepping into them.
Hmm?
Suddenly, Qin Yuzhi stopped in front of one particularly colorful bubble.
This bubble seemed to be condensed from moonlight, yet it faintly shimmered with a hint of pink.
“Is this little Bing’er’s dream?”
Qin Yuzhi blinked curiously, her emotions piqued.
What kind of dream would someone as serene and aloof as her have?
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**Chapter 424: Qin Yuzhi’s Marvelous Journey - A Crooked Beam Leads to a Crooked Roof**
“Little Bing’er’s dream is truly extraordinary.”
“An ordinary dreamwalker probably couldn’t even enter.”
Qin Yuzhi’s form quickly became ethereal, shrinking down and silently establishing a connection with the dream bubble emanating from Ying Bing.
Based on her past experiences, most people are in a relatively relaxed state while dreaming, making their bubbles soft and malleable.
But Ying Bing’s was different.
Her bubble seemed encased in ancient, unmelting ice, but that was no challenge for the experienced Qin Yuzhi.
Instead of forcing her way in, she would merge with the dream, becoming a part of it.
Buzz—
With a soft sound, Qin Yuzhi was accepted into the dream bubble. The dreamlike barrier before her dissipated like rippling water, and everything around her began to clarify.
“Where is this?”
Endless frost filled the air, with no light to be seen.
Qin Yuzhi found herself surrounded by clouds and mist, but more pure white than the clouds were the sprawling mountains, with even the vegetation appearing crystal clear, as if made of jade.
It seemed she had just stepped out from a cold pavilion amidst the wind and snow.
“The winter in Beifeng isn’t this cold, is it?”
Qin Yuzhi shivered, feeling a chill that went beyond the physical.
“Our Gui Palace is like this all year round; we don’t have winter.”
A female disciple in a white dress looked at Qin Yuzhi with curiosity.
“Gui Palace?”
Qin Yuzhi had never heard of this sect. Had it been established after her long slumber?
But little Bing’er was a disciple of the Qingyuan Sect; how could she dream of this so-called Gui Palace?
“Do you know Ying Bing?”
“Junior sister, you must have made a mistake in your cultivation.”
The female disciple’s expression changed immediately, and she quickly covered Qin Yuzhi’s mouth:
“How can you casually speak the name of the palace master!”
“Palace master?”
Qin Yuzhi was taken aback.
“Of course! Our palace master is the Phoenix Empress, who governs the Taiyin and the Divine Phoenix paths, ranking at the top of the Nine Heavens. You can’t be a spy from an enemy sect, not even knowing this.”
“???”
Qin Yuzhi’s eyes widened in disbelief, completely frozen in place.
How could little Bing’er have such a dream?
Well, given her talent, it didn’t seem like a daydream.
But...
“Hmm, you’re probably not a spy; a spy wouldn’t be this clueless.”
The white-clad female disciple looked her up and down, then asked:
“Are you a newcomer to the palace?”
Qin Yuzhi quickly nodded, “Yes, yes! Senior sister, could you tell me what our palace master is like?”
“Our palace master is the most beautiful of all, stunningly gorgeous.”
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