Time flies, half a month has already passed.

It's been about half a month since she last saw her host. Jia Xitong covered her face, secretly missing him.

Shang Yanting, the author of the original work, was sitting nearby.

He appears to be meditating, but in reality, he's looking over with one eye open.

snort!

She's trying to act cute again.

Even if a mere soul tries to act cute, it's not going to be very appealing; he simply doesn't buy into that.

If you want him to show mercy after his cultivation recovers, you have to treat him to good food and drink!

"Dinner's ready!"

Jia Xitong glanced at the sun to estimate the time, then took out the small handkerchief she had been using for the past few days and spread it on the small table. On the table were roast chicken, roast duck, and monster meat whose true form was unrecognizable.

"What are you looking at? Eat your food."

Jia Xitong placed the chopsticks next to him, indicating that he should eat.

However, in the original story, Shang Yanting looked at the food in front of him but didn't touch his chopsticks.

Why aren't you eating?

Seeing Xiao Shang's serious expression, Jia Xitong felt a sudden surge of nervousness. Could it be that he had discovered that these vegetables were leftovers that had been sitting for a month or two?

I've been eating this for so long, and I haven't seen any side effects. Even leftover vegetables from a month ago still make people plump and healthy. Don't be as delicate as your host, refusing to eat food that's been left out for two or three days. That's one of your few good qualities, Xiao Shang!

Jia Xitong clasped her hands together, her heart filled with a powerful cry.

The psychological battle between the two sides ended with a hum from Shang Yanting in the original novel.

snort?

What are you humming about again?

Jia Xitong glanced at Shang Yanting, who was engrossed in eating. After humming, she seemed to have a good appetite, which pleased the person who prepared the food.

That's how you eat more and grow bigger; having a bit of meat on your body makes you look more imposing.

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The sea is vast.

Looking out, the sky and earth meet at the horizon, with a mountain range like a ribbon embedded in the sea.

That is... the Queshan Mountain Range!

"Xiao Shang, come and see quickly!"

Jia Xitong quickly stepped forward, pulled Xiao Shang up from his seat, and dragged him to look at the obvious mountain range on the horizon. "Look, that's the legendary Queshan Mountain Range. I didn't lie to you, did I?"

Under the setting sun

Sunlight pierced through the clouds, turning the entire sea red. Bathed in such beauty, Jia Xitong felt as if she could smell the saltiness of the ocean and feel the sea breeze blowing past her ears, her mood instantly becoming expansive.

As for Shang Yanting...

He silently watched as the other person held his wrist, their ears as red as the sunset.

What is this cunning spirit doing, holding his hand?

Let go right now!

His fingers twitched slightly. Although the distant scenery was more captivating, his gaze kept falling on her slightly translucent fingers.

We've finally arrived!

Stepping on the land of the Queshan mountain range, one feels a sense of returning to a familiar place.

Having had the experience of coming here once before, Jia Xitong's speed reading speed with the original author Shang Yanting was naturally much faster. She packed some useful things along the way and avoided various small pitfalls in advance to prevent them from falling into any traps.

However, it wasn't completely avoided.

The young merchant was new to the place and unaware of the formidable three-headed, six-winged chicken named Jizha lurking in the forest. He was ambushed by Jizha and became extremely lethargic.

This was a real hardship for Jia Xitong.

As a spirit, I have to stay by his side and catch chickens for him like waiting for a rabbit to run into a tree stump.

In the dead of night, they finally caught a sneaky chicken-like creature. Although Jia Xitong can do quite a lot now, dealing with a three-headed, six-winged chicken-like creature is still a challenge.

She left Jizha's corpse lying not far away, then squatted down next to Xiao Shang and watched him sleep.

Shang Yanting and the original Shang Yanting are two different people, yet they are the same person. This relationship, more subtle than that of twins, makes one unable to help but compare them.

The two looked exactly alike, but Jia Xitong felt that if they appeared in front of her at the same time, she could tell who was who at a glance.

There are so many differences in the details. Even when it comes to sleeping, her host lies down properly with very regular movements, but Xiao Shang likes to curl up when she sleeps.

His right palm pressed down on the longsword, which had survived the destruction of the talisman because it wasn't placed inside.

Was he frowning because he was having a nightmare?

perhaps……

It was a nightmare.

This is on a huge stone platform.

The stone platform resembled the altar of the Jiaolong clan in the Cave of Ten Thousand Snakes, but at this moment the altar had turned into pure gold. A beam of light shone down from the sky, illuminating the altar and spreading outwards before being swallowed by the darkness outside the altar.

In the original story, Shang Yanting stood in the darkness, looking at the pure gold altar in front of him, the dragon bones within his body that were once not his own were trembling.

Thump—

Thump, thump, thump, thump!

The sound of ancient animal-hide drums came from a great distance. Immediately afterwards, the sound of gold and jade clashing rang out on the stage.

A group of alluring dragon maidens, adorned with gold and jade belts, appeared out of thin air. They swayed their hips, their gazes meeting Shang Yanting's below with extremely seductive eyes.

How...boring.

He looked at the dragon maidens on the altar; their allure was not even as great as the altar itself with its golden base. His emotions fluctuated for only a moment, and he suppressed his restless dragon bones with minimal effort.

The dancers came down.

They surrounded Shang Yanting, their skin adorned with various gold and jade ornaments touching his fingertips. Shang Yanting gently stroked the cheek of one of the dancers, then pressed his fingers against her forehead.

Click—

The dancer's neck tilted back at an extremely unnatural angle. Then the other dancers also disappeared from the surrounding area.

Since he merged into the dragon bones, the illusions from the altar have always seized the opportunity to stir.

It's nothing more than base temptations and crude threats.

Let him inherit the so-called will of the Jiaolong clan.

"A jiao is just a jiao. It can never become a dragon in its entire life."

Shang Yanting knew it was a dream, but he still uttered the words "kill the dragon and destroy its spirit" to the altar.

The remaining will of the Jiao Snake Clan was screaming wildly.

The next moment, the altar went completely dark...

In the original story, Shang Yanting coldly looked at the surrounding darkness, waiting to see what tricks these lingering souls, like maggots clinging to bones, would pull next.

A floor of white jade was laid out, and a golden cage slowly descended from the sky. Inside, however, were not birds, but people!

The man had long hair that reached his waist, which was loosely draped over his shoulders.

The person wore jewels as clothing and gold and jade as skirts. Her fair and delicate skin was faintly visible among the jewels, and blood-red coral and bloodstone were loosely tied around her waist. Her small feet were tied with golden bells, which jingled as they swayed slightly.

She, she!

Shang Yanting stared intently at her, his heart pounding faster and faster. A conflicting emotion—a fear of her turning around coupled with an intense longing for her to do so—tugged at his heartstrings. When she finally did turn around, Shang Yanting felt his mind reel, his heart nearly bursting!

—That soul!

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