As Shen Jiao had expected, the fact that Gu An had been secretly sent away was discovered not long afterward.

Master Shunsui was furious, not guessing that it was Ji Yan who was behind it.

In his words, a person who has lived in the mire for a long time is mentally and physically distorted, barely able to take care of himself, so how could he possibly help others?

Despite this, Master Shunsui disregarded everything and vented all his anger on the cubs.

He pointed to the two bowls of medicine on the ground and said condescendingly, "Anyway, you're tough and won't die anytime soon. From now on, you'll try two doses of medicine each. It's a special honor I'm bestowing upon you at such a young age to have such resilience."

"That heartless, brain-damaged bastard, if he doesn't die, I'll definitely avenge you whenever I see him again." Shen Jiao was so angry about the cub drinking medicine that her chest ached.

If her hair could catch fire, she would have burned it all off.

Unfortunately, there's no way to deal with this person in a dream.

Xiao Ji Yan put down the medicine cup and waited for the guards who were watching him to leave before speaking: "How can a hamster spirit like you, who can only transform but not reveal his true form, help me take revenge? You should leave this place of trouble as soon as possible and find a better place to cultivate."

Shen Jiao's anger was inexplicably dispelled by the sound of "cultivation," and she even felt like laughing.

Sure enough, no matter how mature and sophisticated Ji Yan is at such a young age, she can't escape her chuunibyou (middle school syndrome) tendencies.

Shen Jiao couldn't help but feel amused. "Although cultivation depends on the individual, in our demon realm, having a human to offer sacrifices can make the path of cultivation twice as effective. Now that I'm leaving, can you offer sacrifices to me?"

Several years have passed in the dream, and the cub has grown into a teenager of about ten years old.

Xiao Ji disliked gods and Buddhas, and naturally did not believe in demons. Thinking that the days of testing medicines were indeed quite boring, she nodded: "Okay."

Shen Jiao couldn't help but sigh, was the tyrant so easy to talk to and so helpful in his childhood?

She was considering whether to try to fool the tyrant cub again, since the opportunity was rare and would be lost once he woke up.

Then Xiao Ji Yan said with some disdain, "Forget it, you don't seem very smart. You'd better not reveal yourself. It would be a loss if you were caught by the Taoist priest and fed to the cat."

Shen Jiao: "..."

I appreciate your sincere advice.

...

Master Shunsui was so focused on his alchemy career, trying to become the number one alchemist in the Southern Frontier, that he neglected the Yan Emperor's illness.

With the elixir of immortality nowhere to be seen, the Yan Emperor was so anxious that he neglected even his bedroom affairs, unable to contain himself any longer.

"Immortal, oh immortal, so much time has passed, and my illness keeps getting better and worse, recurring again and again. How can I possibly live another five hundred years if this continues? The immortal has been refining the elixir of immortality for many years, but I wonder how far along it is?"

"To the point of sending you to your death," Shen Jiao cursed inwardly.

This Shunsui Zhenren was incredibly audacious; the medicine he used to control the Yan Emperor's illness was also a semi-finished product he had concocted.

From another perspective, the Yan Emperor was also a tool for drug testing.

"Your Majesty, please do not be impatient. There is only one last step left," said Master Shunsui calmly.

"Oh?" Emperor Yan was extremely excited. "What process? What exactly is the process, Immortal? Immortal, please tell me quickly and share this joyous news with me!"

Master Shunsui smiled and said, "It's all thanks to His Majesty for having such a fine son. The Seventh Prince has extraordinary bones and is the key to refining the elixir of immortality. However, this last step is a bit cruel."

Emperor Yan thought about it carefully, but couldn't quite recall who the Seventh Prince was.

He waved his hand: "Children born to an orphan should be like me, brave enough to face all cruelty. Immortal, there is no need to hesitate. Do what you need to do. I will always support whatever you do."

His son's life or death was not important; he only wished for immortality.

Master Shunsui asked again, "Has Your Majesty made up your mind?"

"I've already decided on the immortals. Once the elixir of immortality is refined, I will reign for another hundred years. Having too many sons would be a bad thing. Besides, dying for one's father is the greatest act of filial piety for that Ji... Ji what was it again?" The Yan Emperor was completely unconcerned, continuing to use this pretense while speaking.

Although Shen Jiao listened to the two plotting their evil scheme throughout, Shun Sui was a real scoundrel who never spoke explicitly, so she couldn't guess what this cruel thing was.

I had some vague guesses in my mind, but I didn't dare to think about it too much.

All I could do was keep reminding the cubs to be careful.

Shen Jiao waited and waited, only to receive a bolt from the blue—

Shun Sui Zhenren learned that the cub had let Gu An go.

To punish Xiao Jiyan, yet unwilling to part with this long-surviving test subject, he adhered to the principle of "a small punishment as a warning" and killed the only wet nurse who had ever come to visit the cub.

He rewarded the cub with a bowl of meat.

Little Ji was unaware of the truth and ate whatever was given to her, as long as she could eat it.

"Is it delicious?" Shun Sui Zhenren asked with a broad smile.

Xiao Ji is very quiet and doesn't say a word.

Master Shunsui smiled throughout, saying, "You've drunk all the soup. It seems your wet nurse's meat is extremely delicious."

With a "crash," the porcelain bowl shattered on the floor.

Outside the door, Shen Jiao wished she could draw her knife and chop that shifty-eyed scoundrel to pieces.

...

"Ji Yan, today is the Mid-Autumn Festival." Shen Jiao looked up at the full moon and said cautiously.

She remembered that today was the tyrant's birthday.

But the cub was too bothered by his birth, so she didn't say anything.

After accidentally eating human flesh, Xiao Ji vomited several times and became somewhat listless.

He sat quietly in the corner, his little face even paler, and he was reluctant to move.

Hearing this, despite his low spirits, he smiled and said, "Time really flies. The little bastard is already eleven years old."

Eleven years old?

So she had been with him in her dreams for nearly five years? Shen Jiao was both happy and humbled. She wanted to tell him something funny to cheer him up, but she saw the cub staring straight at her.

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