Chapter 331: Dreaming Again?

Chapter 331: Dreaming Again?

Yue Qianchi had fainted because Immortal Yuyao had suppressed her soul.

After Chen Huaian rescued her and brought her into the Small World, Immortal Yuyao’s power could no longer reach her.

With the soul suppression gone, she slowly regained consciousness.

The moment she opened her eyes, Yue Qianchi saw a handsome sword cultivator in dark robes and flowing silvery hair standing by himself, staring wistfully at the moon on the horizon.

She froze for a moment, then slapped herself across the face and snorted,

“Yue Qianchi, oh Yue Qianchi… Spring must be in the air, and you’re going into heat too? Dreaming about the Ancestor? Seriously?”

Chen Huaian turned and looked at the now-awake Yue Qianchi, question marks all over his face.

“Hehe, the Ancestor’s actually looking at me too?” Yue Qianchi shook her head in mock solemnity. “Guess the heat’s hitting hard… Must be because I didn’t get to drink enough. That dmn old hag Yuyao wouldn’t let me have a single sip, saying it’d harm my Dao body. Like hll I don’t know my own body after drinking for decades? B*tch!”

Chen Huaian: “…”

Seeing that the Ancestor didn’t respond, Yue Qianchi figured it was just a dream anyway. Her guts swelled with courage.

She got up, sauntered over to Chen Huaian, leaned in slightly, and hooked a finger under his chin, smirking lasciviously.

“Hehe! Handsome boy, give your big sister Qianchi a smile?”

Chen Huaian’s lips twitched, his gaze turning playful—but the smile at his lips was cold as ice.

“Yue Qianchi, you lost your mind? Daring to defy your superior?”

“Yo~ Still the same old Sword Pavilion Ancestor—even in a dream, you’re all righteous and strict~” Yue Qianchi wasn’t the least bit intimidated. Her eyes roamed over Chen Huaian as her fingers slowly slid down from his chin. “But too bad, this is my dream, and I can do whatever I want~ Heehee~”

Crack!

Chen Huaian raised the Blackscale Sword and thwacked her hard on the forehead with the hilt.

“Dreaming, are you? Look again—real or fake?”

Yue Qianchi clutched her forehead and let out a scream, and in that moment, she fully woke up.

After all, dreams usually didn’t come with real pain—especially not that sharp sensation of sword hilt smacking skull.

Everything told her this wasn’t a dream.

“Crap!” Her heart thudded, and she staggered back three steps, face pale.

“Anc—Ancestor? I… shouldn’t I be locked up in the dungeon of the Jade Pool Holy Land right now?”

“You were. But This Venerable One rescued you.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

Yue Qianchi was silent for a long time, then forced out a smile uglier than crying.

“Ancestor… I don’t want to live anymore. Please just send me back to the Jade Pool Holy Land…”

Chen Huaian laughed in disbelief.

“I went through all that trouble to rescue you—almost got myself killed—and now you want me to send you back? Are you f***ing nuts?”

“But I’m too ashamed to keep living…” Yue Qianchi covered her face and lowered her head, her toes practically gouging holes in the ground. Suddenly, she looked up in alarm.

“Wait, Ancestor—you’re hurt? Let me see!”

She reached for him with her grabby hands, but Chen Huaian smacked her aside.

“I’m fine! The injury doesn’t matter—it’s the sword…”

He held the shattered Blackscale Sword in his arms, falling into melancholy again.

“This Venerable One once believed that power came solely from within. Magic weapons, pills—those were all external distractions, obstacles on the path to becoming immortal… But today, I’ve realized something!”

“W-What is it?” Yue Qianchi asked, blinking.

His eyes darkened.

“Magical weapons—you may not use them, but you must have them.”

Yue Qianchi: “???”

What the h*ll got into him?

As a cultivator at the Void Fusion Stage, nearly at Mahayana, he should have so many treasures that he wouldn’t know what to do with them. Why was he sounding so broke?

Chen Huaian had an epiphany.

He had been so, so wrong.

He’d never cared about gear in those dating sim games.

But from now on, he’d gear up from head to toe!

In this vast Cangyun Realm, even some random Void Fusion cultivator had more treasure than him.

He, a dignified Eighth Realm Void Fusion cultivator, only had two spirit weapons to his name?

Was that right?

Just wait, Immortal Yuyao.

Next time we meet…

He’d be Gilgamesh.

“Heaven’s Calculation!”

Chen Huaian closed his eyes and sat cross-legged with his sword across his knees. Behind him, an illusion of constellations shimmered into view.

“Find This Venerable One a method to reforge the Blackscale Sword!”

【Calculating Heaven’s Fate…】

Storm clouds gathered across the Cangyun Realm.

【Calculation complete!】

【Reforging Blackscale Sword requires: 1x Masterless Sword Spirit, 1x Sword Embryo】

【Please choose desired level for reforged Blackscale Sword:】

<1> Supreme-grade Spirit Weapon

<2> Low-grade Spiritual Treasure

<3> Mid-grade Spiritual Treasure

<4> High-grade Spiritual Treasure

<5> Supreme-grade Spiritual Treasure

Chen Huaian picked option 5 without hesitation.

The Blackscale Sword had been with him for so long—even warmed his bed. It deserved the very best.

【Please raise your Digital Girlfriend’s cultivation to Late Core Formation. Select Supreme Blind Box and spend ¥50,000,000 to obtain designated supreme item: Spiritual Treasure Sword Embryo.】

【You may proceed to coordinates <13478, 67210, 47612> on the Cangyun Realm map to negotiate with the Masterless Sword Soul. Pass its test to obtain it.】

【Once both items are obtained, go to the Weapon Sect and threaten the Sect Master to reforge the Blackscale Sword.】

“Perfect!” Chen Huaian felt refreshed.

As long as Blackscale Sword could be repaired, nothing else mattered.

In high spirits, he didn’t even bother holding a grudge over Yue Qianchi’s earlier… transgressions. He turned to her, still deep in the shame spiral.

“Alright. You know you messed up and you’re willing to change. That’s good. While you were gone, Xu An and the others were worried sick. This Venerable One will take you back to Sword Pavilion now.”

At the mention of the three personal disciples, Yue Qianchi’s embarrassment faded a little, replaced by concern.

“Ancestor, how are the three junior brothers doing? Their cultivation was crippled… they must be suffering…”

To fall from the height of a prodigy to the depths of a mortal.

To have your pride ground into the mud.

Just the thought of it made Yue Qianchi feel suffocated.

“And Ancestor, are you really okay?”

She stepped onto Chen Huaian’s flying sword and watched him spit another mouthful of blood, anxiety etched across her face.

The Ancestor looked seriously injured…

That blood… was basically a geyser.

“I’m fine.”

Chen Huaian glanced at the debuff on his body.

The 999-layer “Vomiting Blood” status had dropped to 997 after those two mouthfuls, meaning 997 more and he’d be good as new.

Was this a serious injury?

Pfft. Just a little weathering.

Meanwhile, at Sword Pavilion, atop Luoxia Peak…

Dan Yun and her daughter Dan Bai had finally reunited—their joy and relief went without saying.

Zhang Mengchu, though heavily injured, at least still clung to life.

Su Qinian fed Zhang Mengchu some medicine to stabilize his condition. The old man was still unconscious.

The Small World reflected the Realm Lord’s status.

If the Realm Lord died, the Small World would instantly collapse.

Though things had calmed for now, the earlier chaos had left everyone on edge.

“Senior Dan Yun, where is my Master?”

It had been so long with no sign of her Master’s return.

Li Qingran couldn’t keep up the façade of calm any longer. She walked up to Dan Yun, clutching her skirt hem, eyes misty.

“Your Master?” Dan Yun paused.

Dan Bai quickly explained,

“Mom, remember the senior who rescued you? That was the Sword Pavilion Ancestor—he’s Qingran’s Master.”

“I see.” Dan Yun finally understood, gratitude flashing in her eyes. She clasped her hands respectfully toward Li Qingran.

“If not for your Master, Elder Zhang and I would never have escaped Immortal Yuyao’s grasp.

As for your Master, he’s likely still fighting her.

If he was able to enter her Small World, then his strength surely exceeds the Eighth Realm of Void Fusion.

I don’t think he’ll have trouble escaping if it comes to it.”

But Li Qingran didn’t seem to hear the comforting words.

Her eyes reddened, voice trembling.

“May I ask… after Immortal Yuyao’s fall in cultivation, what level is she now? Does she have any hidden aces?”

“Ninth Realm of Void Fusion,” Dan Yun didn’t try to hide it and answered frankly.

“To my knowledge, she has a total of eight spiritual treasures. Among Mahayana cultivators, she’s one of the most well-equipped. But I’m sure your Master has cards of his own, so don’t wor—”

Before she could finish.

She saw Li Qingran stumble a few steps toward Su Qinian, dazed and devastated.

In the icy mountain wind, the girl dropped to her knees and cried out, voice full of sorrow:

“Disciple Qingran dares not burden Master. I only ask… if something happens, when Pavilion Master evacuates Sword Pavilion, please leave me behind. I wish to live or die with my Master!”