Chapter 80 She's Here, It's Not a Dream

Suddenly, her dream shattered, and Bai Yuheng awoke abruptly.

Looking at the confusing illusion, she realized she had no choice but to attack head-on.

After thinking it over, he quickly made a hand seal, and a golden snake appeared, wrapping around the willow tree along the withered branches and forcibly breaking the illusion.

In the blink of an eye, before she could even see the scenery before her, she was suddenly dragged into another illusion.

In the illusion, there were many figures. She squinted and looked closely; they were two little kids, one tall and one short.

"elder brother……"

"You got into a fight again?"

Bai Yuheng poked her head out to look.

The short, thin boy, covered in dirt and grime, suddenly began to sob when he saw the person in front of him.

"Yes, they started it! They said bad things about you, brother!"

"Who told you to stick your neck out! You can't even beat your junior brother who's younger than you, and you still have the nerve to act like a hero? Who cares!"

Hearing his sarcastic words, the little boy felt even more aggrieved. He pouted and softly called out, "Brother, brother..."

"Don't call me that!" The taller boy, dressed in finery, shouted at him sharply, "This is the Hehuan Sect! Not the Zhu Mansion! Don't call me that again!"

The short little boy sobbed, tears and snot streaming down his face: "But you are my brother, Father told me to stay with you..."

"Don't mention him to me!" The tall boy's face twisted instantly, as if he had heard the words of an enemy. "I've said it before, from the day I entered the sect, there has never been a Zhu family's eldest son, Zhu Heqi, in this world. There is only Zhu Sanhua, the third disciple of Elder Xie of the Hehuan Sect!"

"But brother..."

"Don't call me brother! You're nothing but a bastard born of a lowly slave girl, how dare you call me brother?! I don't have a brother like you!"

Upon hearing his words, Zhu Sanhua jumped up in alarm. Her fierce appearance frightened the short boy, whose cries grew louder. But remembering what he had said about boys not easily shedding tears, she wiped away her tears and snot, biting her lip tightly to stop herself from crying out.

"Go back right now! Don't let anyone see you! I don't want anyone to know that we have a relationship!"

Zhu Sanhua glanced at him with her narrow, upturned eyes. Seeing him wiping his face with his bloodshot, scratched hands, mixing his tears and snot together, she became even angrier and said irritably, "Disgusting!"

As she spoke, she tossed him the medicine bottle hidden in her sleeve, her face showing disgust. "I'll say it again, from now on, you can only call me 'Senior Brother' when you see me! You're not allowed to call me 'Brother'! And you're not allowed to come looking for me without permission! Do you hear me!"

"I heard it..."

The little boy stood there forlornly, head bowed, clutching the small medicine bottle tightly, sobbing softly.

Bai Yuheng stood behind the tree, thinking that she must have been pulled into Liao Mingyuan's illusion.

Before she could even think about who the fierce-looking boy was, a pretty girl with flowing clothes walked over quickly.

"Mingyuan, what are you doing here?" The girl's voice was clear and crisp, her tone filled with concern. "You have no idea how scared I was! Are you alright? Junior brothers have already been punished by Master. If they dare to bully you again, don't be afraid, come to me and I'll stand up for you!"

Hearing his senior sister's earnest concern, Xiao Liao Mingyuan's tears, which had been held back, suddenly surged forth, and he cried even louder.

"Senior Sister Shi... Wow!"

The beautiful and gentle senior sister, seemingly oblivious to the dirt on his body and face, embraced him, gently patting his thin shoulders: "What's wrong? Don't cry, don't cry. How about I take you to eat something delicious? Mingyuan, don't cry..."

"Senior sister, I want to go home..."

The little girl was clearly taken aback. His home was long gone; he had been entrusted to the sect by his family...

Not knowing how to comfort him, she just kept patting his shoulder.

"Senior sister, my father and aunt don't want me anymore, and even my brother doesn't want me anymore..." The four or five-year-old boy's big, wet eyes were filled with fear and helplessness.

"You still have me! And lots of fellow disciples and brothers!"

"Senior sister, will you always stay with me?"

"Mmm!" Seeing that he had stopped crying, the little girl smiled, revealing a small, sweet dimple at the corner of her lips. "I will always stay with you!"

As Bai Yuheng finished observing the scene before her and was about to leave, the images flowed forward like a rushing river, carrying away the scene before her and revealing other scenes:

There are scenes of Xiao Liao Mingyuan being bullied and injured, falling asleep, and Xiao Zhu Sanhua secretly going in to apply medicine to him; there are scenes of his senior sister accompanying him in cultivation; and there are also scenes of his senior sister and brother, no, his senior brother Zhu Sanhua, teaming up to go down the mountain to capture demons...

Time flies, and life is like an arrow.

Liao Mingyuan's relationship with his brother and fellow apprentice Zhu Sanhua seems to have become less strained, but he still keeps Liao Mingyuan out of the room and forbids him from calling him "brother".

The already strained relationship deteriorated into a love triangle as they grew up, with the object of their unrequited love being the gentle and sweet senior sister, Wen Jiulian.

Bai Yuheng, as if reading a vivid storybook, discerned the tense relationship between the three.

He loved her, but she loved him, while he was in love with someone else!

Bai Yuheng clicked her tongue in amazement. No wonder Liao Mingyuan reacted that way when the Tianyan Sect members teased him.

The senior sister she loves but cannot have loves her brother, whom she both respects, loves, and hates. However, she is in love but he is not. Zhu Sanhua is infatuated with the sect's young master, Nan Yuezhu!

The three love each other but cannot be together, and their entanglement turns into a bitter feud. What was once a youthful bond has now become an almost irreconcilable enmity because of their love!

Bai Yuheng sighed for a moment, unwilling to pry into Liao Mingyuan's heart any further, and quickly used a hand seal to free herself.

A golden light flashed, and it felt as if she were walking on soft sand. The tide of time surged up, making her dizzy and unsteady, pushing her backward repeatedly.

Bai Yuheng frowned. The light and shadows before her eyes shifted rapidly. When the final scene came into view, she suddenly opened her eyes wide.

etc!

This...this...

Isn't this her bedroom?

Her illusion had already been dispelled.

So now she...

She's entered Pei Yuan's illusion!?

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hot.

An insatiable thirst for desire.

Pei Yuan opened his eyes, his vision was blurry, and he felt unbearably hot all over.

He pinched his brow bone and sighed softly, a faint, sweet fragrance still lingering at the tip of his nose.

Aphrodisiac incense.

He had inhaled a lot of the incense released by the Nightmare Beast, and now that incense was burning intensely inside his body, almost scorching his internal organs.

The blood in his body was surging, roaring, and clamoring, fiercely trying to break free of its restraints.

The Nightmare Beast's love poison was far more potent than he had imagined.

Pei Yuan furrowed his brows in unbearable pain, crossed his legs, and tried to calm himself down by meditating.

Suddenly, a cool, subtle fragrance reached his ears. He opened his hazy eyes and vaguely saw a graceful woman approaching, softly calling his name: "Yuan'er?"

He suddenly opened his eyes wide, and after seeing the person's face clearly, he rushed towards the person who was about to approach with a fierce palm strike.

How dare you impersonate his master!

Pei Yuan gritted his teeth, staring blankly as his hand passed through the figure.

phantom?

He bit his tongue, and the pain cleared his mind and vision.

He saw the woman he had been longing for day and night squatting by the bed, wiping the boy lying on the bed with a damp towel...?

Pei Yuan recognized him as a child.

This was the second day after she rescued him. He had a fever and his body was covered in wounds; there wasn't a single patch of unscathed skin.

"Yuan'er, drink this bowl of medicine, and you'll feel better..."

"Smack!"

The person who was originally lying weakly on the bed now had bloodshot eyes and was baring his teeth at the person in front of him, like a wolf in a defensive stance when encountering an enemy.

The medicine was spilled all over her body. Pei Yuan, who was watching from the side, twitched his eyelids and subconsciously looked at her expression.

She remained as gentle as ever... one could even say she was devoid of joy or sorrow.

He used a cleansing incantation to remove the foreign objects from his body.

"Good boy, you have to take your medicine. You won't get better if you don't." She coaxed him gently, showing no fear of the angry, fierce wolf cub in front of her.

"Aww!"

He bit down on her outstretched wrist.

A bloody tooth mark was deeply etched on her fair, jade-like wrist.

"Heh!" Emperor Hengluan raised an eyebrow, looking at his wrist with surprise at the slight pain, and said in astonishment, "You've got quite a strong mouth, kid."

After saying this, he used a golden snake to transform into a rope and bound him.

"Drink your medicine properly, or I'll throw you out!"

She meant to tease the child, but to her surprise, his eyes filled with tears and his body trembled uncontrollably, as if he was terrified that she would throw him away.

Emperor Hengluan felt remorseful and pulled the man into his arms, wiping away his silent tears, but the more he wiped, the more tears welled up in his eyes.

She couldn't help but panic a little: "Don't cry, don't cry... Master was just joking with you, he won't throw you away! Master promises, he'll never joke like that with you again!"

The person in her arms trembled incessantly, curled up into a ball, and kept burrowing into her embrace, trying to get closer to warmth.

Emperor Hengluan held the person tightly in his arms, never letting go for a moment.

The person in his arms slightly opened his eyes, looked at her expression, saw the worry in her eyes and face, glanced at the bloody, deep teeth marks, pursed his lips, and finally closed his eyes. Only his trembling eyelashes revealed his tension and fear... and a hint of triumphant relaxation.

Pei Yuan watched silently, his forehead beaded with sweat.

He knew what she was thinking at that time, and he knew that she was afraid that if he hurt her, she would hate him, fear him, or even abandon him.

Pei Yuan was too weak to pay attention to the changing scene around him. He leaned against the edge of the bed, breathing heavily, and gritted his teeth to resist the fire raging inside him.

Weak and powerless hands loosened the shackles binding their waists, and the veins bulging on their hands moved downwards...

"Hmm..."

There is no sign of release or dispersal whatsoever.

Pei Yuan could only open his eyes to search for the graceful figure in the illusion.

She lay quietly beside him on the couch.

His eyes were tightly closed, his long, thick eyelashes obscuring his beloved, watery eyes.

His gaze, as if condensed with damp moisture, traveled from her full forehead to her delicate eyebrows, to her eyes, her straight nose... and lingered on her naturally red and moist lips.

I can't get enough of looking at it, and I even feel an intense desire to possess it.

Pei Yuan's breathing became rapid, like a drowning person desperately gasping for air after surfacing. Floating in the water with no foothold, he could only swim up and down with the swaying and swirling of the waves...

"The groom is here!"

Upon hearing the sound, Pei Yuan suddenly opened his eyes. The familiar bedchamber before him had transformed into a scene that was both strange and familiar. It was decorated in the same fiery red style as a wedding in the countryside, with a bright red wedding quilt, dragon and phoenix candles, and dried fruits such as longan and lotus seeds scattered on the wedding bed. On the wedding bed sat a bride dressed in a phoenix coronet and wedding gown, looking shy and timid!

Pei Yuan was stunned for a moment, then was clamored about by a group of people whose faces he couldn't see:

"Groom, quickly drink the nuptial wine with your bride! May your happiness and marriage last forever!"

"Groom, don't be shy! Quickly lift the red veil!"

As the crowd dispersed, the person he had been longing for day and night was revealed under the candlelight of the dragon and phoenix.

The man's clear eyes were now filled with endless spring water, enough to drown him in a single glance.

"My lord..."

The person I've been longing for day and night is now right in front of me, wearing the same bright red wedding robe as me, with beautiful makeup, expressive eyes, and a radiant smile.

For the first time, Pei Yuan knew what a beautiful dream tasted like.

"..."

"My lord, let me help you change your clothes."

Just as she was about to make a move, he grabbed her hand tightly. The person in front of her couldn't break free. She looked at him with watery eyes, her pearly teeth gently biting her lip. She looked pitiful and cute, which touched his heart.

Meeting her shimmering eyes, Pei Yuan saw the intense longing and yearning for her overflowing in his own.

The divine consciousness transformed into a lake.

The tide became turbulent, and the waves crashed against the cliffs fiercely and violently, like a tsunami, determined to sweep away and engulf everything.

Lost in his reverie, Pei Yuan seemed to smell that the sweet fragrance had been replaced by a cool, refreshing scent, and the string in his mind tightened, almost snapping.

"Squeak—"

The door to the sleeping quarters was pushed open stealthily, the movement so light it was almost inaudible, and the delicate fragrance drew ever closer.

She's here!

It really is her!

It's not a dream!

This is the only clear thought in my mind!

Pei Yuan opened his eyes, his blood-red pupils fixed on the figure hidden behind the dark and transparent screen. The rudder in his hand was like an erupting volcano, with scorching lava about to erupt. All the emotions and suffering would eventually burst forth like vines breaking through the soil, soaring into the sky and finally gushing out.

Along with the scattered specks of lava, his deep, hoarse hiss and roar also fell—

"Bai Yuheng!"