Shen Zhiyi's pupils widened suddenly as she saw the sword intent shooting towards her, which was wrapped in bursts of anger.

She couldn't tell why there were two Cangliuyu.

I have no idea.

Why did this one, which just appeared, immediately display such intense killing intent?

She instinctively hugged the man in front of her.

Spin.

They stood in front of him.

Cang Liuyu's mind went blank with a "buzz".

All reason and composure were instantly consumed by the earth-shattering rage.

A chilling coldness froze his limbs and bones.

His chest pounded, his anger flared, and he stared incredulously at Shen Zhiyi's action of blocking the sword.

She's protecting him?!

She actually dared to risk her life to protect that man?!

The vast ocean of knowledge surges and churns.

A surge of violent rage, fueled by sword energy, shifted direction and aimed directly at the man's brow!

But the moment our eyes met.

All the icy, menacing aura vanished in an instant.

Instead, it was replaced by immense shock.

That's him.

Cang Liuyu stared at the face that was exactly the same as his own, his mind reeling, and his dark eyes widened instantly.

He forcefully sheathed his sword, forcibly repelling the killing intent.

However, he was backfired by the sword energy and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

My consciousness wavered.

He looked up again and met the gaze of the "self" who was holding Shen Zhiyi.

Those empty eyes now seemed to be locked onto something.

A tremendous suction force emanated from him, fiercely seizing Cang Liuyu's consciousness and dragging it into his body!

Splash—

The sound of rushing water echoed.

Cangliu Yu suddenly opened his eyes and found himself standing in a hot spring pool, completely soaked.

But what captivated him even more than all these sensations was the soft, warm body in his arms.

He froze instantly.

Shen Zhiyi closed her eyes and hugged him tightly.

Her delicate, boneless body, through a thin layer of gauze, clung perfectly to his firm chest.

Her cheek was pressed against his heart.

Thump, thump, thump.

Cang Liuyu heard his own heart pounding so hard it was deafening.

His hair was dripping wet.

He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her off his body.

Shen Zhiyi slowly raised her eyes.

Her shimmering eyes still held a hint of confusion, yet the moment she saw his face, they overflowed with complete trust and reliance.

"Are you alright?" she asked softly.

Turning around, I saw that there was no one behind me.

I'm even more confused now.

Was everything I just saw just a hallucination?

Before she could figure it out, her chin was grabbed by a large hand.

Cang Liuyu pinched her face, forcing her to look up and look at him.

"Why did you block the sword?" he asked her in a hoarse voice.

His deep eyes were fixed on her.

She dreamed of him.

Even with such weak spiritual power, she was willing to protect him when they encountered danger...

Cang Liuyu's heart began to pound uncontrollably.

He held his breath, waiting for her answer.

“Because…” Shen Zhiyi wrapped her arms around his waist, paused for a moment, and then smiled faintly, “I don’t want you to get hurt.”

"Whether it's the real you or a fake you."

"As long as it's you, I can't bear to watch you get into danger in front of me."

"So I instinctively lunged at it."

The string in Cangliuyu's mind snapped with a bang.

He leaned down slightly, his nose almost touching hers, and gently stroked her soft chin with his calloused fingertips.

"Do you like me that much, Shen Zhiyi?"

She longed for him, held him in her arms, and loved him.

He risked his life to protect him.

Cangliu Yu's mind raced, rapidly reconstructing everything that had just happened.

These conclusions can be drawn easily.

His deep black eyes were swirling with emotion.

It was no longer rage and coldness, but a darker, more intense storm, a storm powerful enough to devour a person.

Shen Zhiyi was almost stunned.

She wrapped her arms around his waist, feeling dizzy and lightheaded.

“Cang Liuyu…” she said softly, “You’ve never looked at me like that before.”

"Am I dreaming?"

She climbed her fingertips onto his arm, almost pressing her face against his palm.

"So gentle," she sighed. "I love it."

Cang Liuyu felt his breath become hot.

His eyes were deep and dark.

He stared at her trembling eyelashes and moist lips.

His Adam's apple bobbed heavily.

She said... she liked it.

Shen Zhiyi opened her eyes, and through the misty white fog and warm pool water, bit her lip as she looked at him.

"Didn't you just say you were going to kiss me?"

“Cang Liuyu…” She closed her eyes, stood on tiptoe, grabbed his wrist that was restraining her, and leaned forward.

She kissed his prominent Adam's apple.

“I…I agree…” she said softly.

Soft, moist lips, carrying a subtle electric current, suddenly, like frying oil in boiling water, stirred up a series of violent and terrifying reactions on the lake of his heart.

His body trembled violently!

It was like being struck by an invisible thunderbolt.

A strong tingling and craving spread through my limbs and bones.

His muscles tensed instantly, and even the fingertips that were gripping her chin unconsciously loosened their grip a little.

He felt her warm, soft breath brushing against his skin.

The large hand hanging at his side involuntarily gripped her waist, his thin lips pressed tightly together, forming a cold, self-punishing curve.

He pressed his forehead against hers, his nose touching hers.

His voice was frighteningly hoarse.

"hold me."

"I'll take you away from here."

Overly sweet fantasies, once fulfilled, will instantly plunge one into an abyss.

Even their divine consciousness was devoured.

He wouldn't let her get into such a dangerous situation.

She said she wanted to kiss him...

But he couldn't.

A domineering sword aura pierced through her brow.

It enveloped her consciousness.

It gently yet powerfully dragged her out.

For cultivators, the intertwining of divine consciousness is a more intimate act than mere openness.

Divine consciousness amplifies the senses.

A mere touch can ignite a fierce flame, stirring the heart and soul.

Not to mention, it was a violent, wrapping-like dragging.

Shen Zhiyi gently parted her lips.

I felt my body, which was submerged in the hot spring pool, suddenly become heavy, and then, I floated away and fell.

The pressure from the Nascent Soul stage tore through the dream.

She suddenly opened her eyes.

He was panting heavily, his body was covered in fragrant sweat, and his face was so red it looked like it could bleed.

Everything in my dream felt so real, as if it were right in front of me.

A forceful embrace, a burning chest, an intensely possessive gaze, and the strength with which he gripped my chin.

And the final... drag.

Everything was crystal clear, making her heart pound like a drum.

Shen Zhiyi patted her burning cheeks, then abruptly stopped.

That's when she realized it.

She was leaning against a warm chest...

Just like in my dream.

She slowly raised her head...

He met a pair of deep, burning eyes.