Chapter 1323 Is Master's Storage Ring Broken?
“I’m not interested,” Song Chunxue said, getting up and walking out. “I’m not capable of saving you.”
"Yes, you have it, Master Song. I just want to borrow a drop of your essence blood..."
"Smack!"
Song Chunxue forcefully threw a bowl, and shards of broken porcelain covered Mengzhongjun's knees.
"Someone who wants my life now wants me to give you a drop of my essence blood. Do you think I, Song Chunxue, am stupid, or do you think I'm incredibly foolish?"
Meng Zhongjun was so anxious that he paced around in circles. "What do you want me to do to make you believe me? Can't I give you my life? Can't I form a pact with you and become your follower?"
Song Chunxue remained silent, indicating her refusal.
“Then, I… I’ll give you everything I’ve learned in my life, and I’ll heal Lord Xie’s tangled emotions,” Meng Zhongjun cried as she knelt on the ground. “You’re such a heartless woman! Everything I’m saying is true, but you don’t believe me. Do you know how much effort it takes for those tangled emotions to grow back in just a few years? For those who have become immortals, once their tangled emotions dissipate, it takes at least five hundred years…”
"Waaaaah, to be honest, I'm not confident I can cure him, but I'll suffer a severe blow to my own vitality, and I'll probably even have trouble making love with my partner, so you can't..."
"Alright, alright," Song Chunxue raised her hand, "I don't need your essence to restore our love. Give me all the treasures in your storage ring, and all the cultivation books and secret techniques. Isn't that generous enough?"
"Waaah..." Mengzhongjun cried, snot and tears streaming down his face. "Is Master Song really telling the truth?"
“But I need to know how to help,” Song Chunxue declared. “If I’m willing to give you my life, then you should give up now.”
"Your beautiful dream."
"What?"
Hearing Mengzhongjun's heavily nasal voice, she thought she had misheard.
“It’s Master Song’s beautiful dream. One is enough. It’s just a matter of whether you’re willing to part with it.” Meng Zhongjun’s voice was much calmer. “You may think that a beautiful dream is not worth me lowering myself like this, but a dream is priceless to dream cultivators. We can’t get it without permission.”
“It is said that hundreds of years ago, a dream cultivator used a dream to convert a group of wicked ghosts,” he quickly explained, fearing that Song Chunxue would not believe him. “Moreover, beautiful dreams are also very precious to you, but you have never discovered or felt that the good dreams of the most virtuous and kind people are very powerful. Just like Master Han, he probably rarely dreams. He only has one beautiful dream. If I dare to ask for it, I might be smashed to ashes by him.”
Song Chunxue understood.
"Then you still dare to take it?"
"Because you have so many, although I can't examine them closely, I can vaguely see that there are many colorful dream sacs in that area of yours, which are extremely tempting. What's more, you have so many children, you are a good mother and grandmother, and you are also very compassionate towards others. You usually love flowers, wine, and people. Such a person has many beautiful dreams. I once met a very blessed old woman who gave me five beautiful dreams before she died, but she regretted it after death. I returned three of them, after all."
Song Chunxue seemed to understand, but not quite.
"If you were an oyster that produces pearls, would you be willing to give away the pearls you've worked so hard for so long so easily?"
Song Chunxue shook her head, "No."
“That makes sense,” she asked the question she most wanted to ask, “but why me? I think my senior brother is more talented than me. Do you think I’m easy to fool?”
A person who is constantly walking in a state of blissful confusion will feel uneasy.
Moreover, Song Chunxue had been used to hardship and suffering in the first half of her life, and didn't think that this uniqueness was a good thing.
It's better to live a simple and ordinary life.
"Smack!"
Unexpectedly, Mengzhongjun slapped himself.
What are you doing?
"Slap! Slap! Slap!" Meng Zhongjun slapped himself hard, he was on the verge of collapse, "Didn't I say before that I finally met a talented dream cultivator like you? If it were someone else, would I need to?"
"That's why I dared to pull you into my dream in front of everyone back then. Can't you just be straightforward? If it's no, it's no; if it's yes, it's yes. Ugh, I don't want to live anymore, forget it..."
In the dream, Jun was lying on the ground, crying very sadly.
Song Chunxue frowned slightly. "You think I'm asking too many questions?"
"No, no, I wouldn't dare!" Mengzhongjun cried and rolled on the ground.
"Then just take one." Seeing how pitifully he was crying, she didn't bother wasting her time. After all, it was just a beautiful dream.
A dream is just a dream; it can never come true.
She didn't have many good dreams, and she can't even remember them herself.
"Then I'll take the smallest one, thank you." Mengzhongjun sniffed. "Since you're so agreeable, I won't interfere with your sweet dream with Lord Xie."
Song Chunxue's heart skipped a beat. "Wait a minute, let's use the dream of my memories with him. That's fair."
Mengzhongjun hesitated for a moment, "You don't know, this dream bag is the biggest and the most precious, worth more than a dozen of the others, so let's keep it."
“No, take it.” Her heart ached. “I won’t dream about it, I won’t think about it, and I’ll let it go sooner.”
Mengzhongjun didn't reply, and simply picked up a small one.
Song Chunxue only saw him reach into the pocket behind her and rummage around, as agile and nimble as a dwarf.
"Consider it as you helping me out," Song Chunxue said with a forced smile.
"Okay." Meng Zhongjun took a small one and held it in her palm. She knew that women were all hypocritical and would definitely regret it in the future. Unless Lord Xie really hurt her feelings and did something to wrong her, she would still be soft-hearted.
His main concern was that he didn't want to be beaten to a pulp like Qingxuan did if she changed her mind in the future.
"Ring~ Ring~"
Suddenly, the clear sound of a copper bell rang in my ears.
"They are calling you. I have taken your dream with me, and I will repay you handsomely in the future!"
A flash of white light appeared before her eyes, and Song Chunxue opened them.
"Wow, so many things, all treasures!" Qi Yun exclaimed, looking at the boxes and shelves that had suddenly appeared on the ground. "Master, is your storage ring broken?"
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