Ask him?

Shen Zhiyi was stunned for a moment.

He immediately rubbed his hands together and pleaded, "Please, please!"

"Sword Master," she said, walking around him and grabbing the hem of his robe. "The most powerful, strongest, and most generous Sword Master in the world, you wouldn't just stand by and watch me come in last place in the competition, would you?"

He was already at the bottom of the rankings in the sect.

If she still falls behind now that she's following Cang Liuyu, then she might as well give up.

Cang Liuyu looked at her pleading expression; her clear, doe-like eyes reflected only his image.

Her long, slender eyelashes fluttered.

Like a small brush, it swept back and forth across his heart.

He pursed his lips and withdrew his arm.

A faint blush crept up the tips of her ears.

"Is that all you've got?" he said in a low voice, turning his head away.

"You agreed, right?" Shen Zhiyi's eyes lit up. "I knew it, you..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly smelled a strong, sweet fragrance.

A patch of blue mist swept across the scene before us.

Shen Zhiyi's eyes rolled back and she fainted.

Cang Liuyu looked up alertly and reached out to catch Shen Zhiyi's limp body, but he also felt dizzy.

It's miasma!

In the last second before he lost consciousness, he tightly gripped her hand, and the two of them fell into the thick fog amidst the decaying leaves...

*

When Cangliu Yu woke up, he found himself lying in a sword mound.

The ancient, cold blade of the sword surrounded him, embedded in the thick fog, emitting a faint, chilling light.

He looked around, his expression cold and stern.

The miasma in the fog-shrouded forest can cause people to fall into a dreamlike state.

It allows people to see what they are most obsessed with and what they want most in their hearts.

This is used to construct a beautiful dream, making people intoxicated and unable to wake up.

If one cannot dispel the fog and remains trapped in this illusion, one will eventually be drained of their life force and die.

Cang Liuyu turned around.

Seeing countless reflections of himself, from childhood to youth, he stubbornly wielded his sword repeatedly in the Sword Tomb, slashing and thrusting with unwavering determination.

Everyone says he's a genius.

But only he himself knew that during those days and nights of enlightenment, he never stopped questioning himself and the way of the sword.

He looked at the sweat dripping down his face.

A drop fell onto the sword with a soft thud, stirring his thoughts.

yes.

There were no shortcuts along the way.

The obsessions he endured were different each time, but his Daoist heart remained the same.

The so-called path of ruthlessness does not mean the absence of desires.

Instead, it means clearly seeing one's own desires, confronting them, and refining them.

"The heart of the Dao, the heart of the sword, are precisely the true heart."

He muttered to himself in the illusion.

Suddenly I looked up.

In the last sword intent that no one wielded, Shen Zhiyi's face was clearly seen.

He developed a possessive desire for her.

His dark pupils contracted sharply, and he abruptly took half a step back.

The sword that could cut through water was drawn with a clang!

The sword light tore through the thick fog, and the miasma surged back, only to be repelled by the surging spiritual power around him.

The barriers of the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm began to loosen at this moment.

Cangliu Yu closed his eyes, gripped his sword, and with a resolute determination to shatter illusions, cut through the mirage!

It also shattered my own hesitation.

As the last wisp of miasma dissipated, Cang Liuyu felt the spiritual energy within his body surging like a tide.

He opened his eyes.

The confusion and bewilderment in his eyes were gone, replaced by a clear and cold gaze.

Yes.

He developed feelings for Shen Zhiyi.

He saw his own desires, and thus broke through the barrier.

He has now reached the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm.

He also knew clearly that the next breakthrough would be when he learned how to face his mortal desires.

That is, how to face her.

...

Cangliu Yu was the first to wake up.

He moved his arm and found Shen Zhiyi lying in his arms, tightly hugging his waist.

Her eyes were closed, but she had a sweet smile on her face.

It's obvious at a glance that he's lost in a sweet dream.

Cang Liuyu sat up, crossed his legs, and let her lie on his lap.

He lowered his eyes and gazed at her silently for a long time.

He watched her frown, grin, and mumble something under his breath.

My heart suddenly softened.

He's just a useless little piece of trash.

It turned out to be the biggest test on his path of cultivation.

It's funny, really.

He raised his fingertips, wanting to touch her face, but then suddenly realized what he was doing and froze in mid-air.

He withdrew his hand and sat down to meditate.

To protect her from all decaying leaves and insects.

The pure sword energy dispelled the thick fog and miasma, safely enveloping the two of them.

Cang Liuyu opened his eyes again.

His gaze returned to her face.

With such low cultivation level, can she escape the illusion on her own?

While pondering, Shen Zhiyi laughed out loud again.

"Mmm...don't do that..." she said sweetly, with a hint of coquetry.

Cang Liuyu's face suddenly darkened.

What a beautiful dream.

It made her so intoxicated.

In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, I've already laughed so many times.

Even the words that came out of his mouth had a strange tone...

He tensed his jaw and paused for half a second.

Concentrate and grip the hilt of the sword.

The idea spreads.

He entered her dream.

...

Cangliu Yu arrived at a hot spring pool.

The misty air and rising steam obscured his view of the road ahead.

He gripped his sword and walked carefully along the slippery cobblestone path.

Suddenly, a delicate laugh was heard coming from the depths of the pool.

"Don't kiss me here...it's so itchy..."

It was Shen Zhiyi's voice.

What is she doing?

Cang Liuyu suddenly realized that she was from the Hehuan Sect.

What beautiful dreams could she possibly have?

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