Meng Zhelan was startled and quickly pushed the door open to enter.

Li Xi was lying on the bed, her face flushed, her forehead covered in sweat, and her hands gripping the sheets tightly, as if she were experiencing great pain.

"Xi'er, what's wrong?" Meng Zhelan hurriedly stepped forward and gently shook Li Xi's shoulder.

However, Li Xi seemed unable to hear her voice and remained immersed in his pain.

Just then, Li Xi suddenly let out a low cry, and her body began to tremble violently.

Her heart sank. She looked up at Li Xi and saw that her face was as pale as paper and her eyes were closed, as if she had fallen into a deep coma.

Meng Zhelan placed her fingers on Li Xi's hand and discovered that Li Xi's pulse was abnormally irregular, which was probably a bad sign.

Anxious, she immediately turned and ran back to her room, frantically grabbing her first-aid kit.

Sweetie was also awakened by the sudden noise. She rubbed her sleepy eyes and followed Meng Zhelan back to Li Xi's room.

She hurriedly took out a pill from her bosom and gently fed it to Li Xi. Then she quickly opened her medicine box and took out a silver needle.

"Xi'er, Xi'er, wake up quickly." She had Tian Tian hold Li Xi down, took a deep breath, and carefully inserted the silver needles into Li Xi's acupoints.

About an hour later, Li Xi's condition began to stabilize, and her pulse gradually returned to normal.

Li Xi, trapped in a nightmare, became extremely frantic and could not hear Meng Zhelan calling her name at all.

She brandished her sword, hacking down those who stood in her way. Screams echoed throughout the dream, chilling and unsettling.

She brandished her sword, slashing again and again at the illusions that blocked her way.

In the world of dreams, screams rose and fell, like sharp knives cutting through her heart time and time again.

Tears streamed down her face as she tried to wake herself from her dream by crying out, hoping to make her put down the sword, but all her efforts seemed in vain.

The version of myself in that dream seemed to be controlled by some kind of magic, unable to hear her calls or understand her pain.

In her dream, Li Xi cried out in anguish, her voice filled with endless pain and despair.

Suddenly, a melodious flute tune rang out, like celestial music, piercing through the chaos of the dream. Guided by the flute music, Li Xi in the dream slowly lowered the sword in her hand, her legs went weak, and she knelt on the ground.

She began to call out, "My master, for all eternity."

The flute music seemed to contain some kind of incredible magic; when the music stopped, she collapsed to the ground like a vine that had lost its support.

The surrounding scenery began to blur, and Li Xi's body gradually became transparent.

Suddenly, a dazzling light burst forth from her body, as if to tear apart the shackles of this dream.

In the light, her figure gradually blurred, eventually turning into a wisp of smoke and disappearing into the air. The dream shattered, and all fell silent.

"Xi'er, Xi'er, wake up." The gentle voice called out softly, like a breeze.

She slowly opened her eyes, and what came into view was a familiar and concerned face.

Meng Zhelan sat on the edge of the bed, gently stroking Li Xi's forehead, her eyes filled with worry about Li Xi's health.

As Li Xi slowly regained consciousness, Meng Zhelan smiled with relief. "Xi'er, how are you feeling now?" she asked with concern.

Li Xi struggled to sit up, leaning against the headboard, a pained expression on her face. "It's probably because my craving for cigarettes has returned, but this time it feels different from last time. Maybe it's because I haven't smoked for too long."

When Meng Zhelan took Li Xi's pulse, she was surprised to find that the long-dormant true energy in Li Xi's body had been revived.

A hint of worry flashed in her eyes, and then she softly told Li Xi about her discovery: "Xi'er, I've discovered that the true energy in your body has revived. What's going on?"

Upon hearing this news, a complex emotion flashed in Li Xi's eyes.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm her inner turmoil, and slowly said, "Perhaps my body is trying to save itself. Ever since I became addicted to smoking, this internal energy has been restless. Now that it has revived, perhaps my body is trying to restore balance."

Whether this is good or bad is still unknown. Now that Master has disappeared, perhaps we should ask Brother Feng, who is knowledgeable and experienced.

Meng Zhelan's eyes were full of worry. "Finding the Cold Grass in Liangshi Village might help your situation. If we can refine the corresponding medicine, it might help you regain your rationality when you lose control of your emotions. However, I haven't successfully refined this medicine yet, so I haven't told you about it."

She often felt as if she had forgotten something crucial, but whenever she tried to recall it, those memories were shrouded in mist and remained unclear.

"Lan'er, you don't need to worry, everything will be alright." Li Xi's voice was full of firmness and confidence.

She chose to stop dwelling on her predicament and instead hold onto hope, believing that things would turn around at some point.

Meng Zhelan insisted on staying by Li Xi's side to prevent any unforeseen changes.

Cuiyun Valley

"Master, regarding the affairs of the foundry, should we continue to send people to monitor it?" The man bowed his head and respectfully asked for instructions.

"Continue monitoring." Yun Yi's deep voice echoed in the room. He raised his eyes, his gaze profound. "The movements of the foundry are crucial to our grand plan; we cannot afford any mistakes. Send more men, and make sure everything is under control."

The man nodded, accepted the order, and left, his figure quickly disappearing into the night.

He toyed with the jade flute in his hand, a cunning glint in his eyes.

Suddenly, he parted his lips slightly, and a melodious flute tune rose in the quiet night, like a clear spring flowing or a nightingale singing.

The flute music seemed to possess a magical power, attracting all living things around it. Even the moon seemed drawn to it, hanging quietly in the sky, listening to the symphony of the night.

The moonlight bathed the man, as if draping him in a veil of mystery. His flute playing grew higher and higher, more and more beautiful, as if to awaken everything in the darkness.

Although the man was over forty, he remained elegant and charming. The passage of time had not diminished his demeanor; he still exuded a unique allure.

Meanwhile, the old man Sun whom Li Xi was concerned about was in the library, holding a yellowed ancient book in his hands, his eyes deep and focused.

"Master Liu, it's so late, why aren't you resting yet?" The patrolman passed by the courtyard and noticed someone still reading, so he asked out of curiosity.

Master Liu and Elder Sun sighed deeply: "Alas, I still haven't figured out the mysteries of the matter entrusted to me by the leader. My heart is uneasy, how can I sleep peacefully?"

"Since that's how things are, I won't bother you any longer." After saying that, the man turned and left.