As a Taoist master, one's dreams possess a certain degree of predictive ability.
Jiang Si doesn't usually dream much, but whenever she does, something always happens.
In the pitch-black fog, a man was submerged in water, repeatedly crying out, "It's so cold, so cold, save me!"
Jiang Si wanted to get closer to see more clearly, but was suddenly pulled away. She opened her eyes abruptly, her heart pounding.
The alarm clock by the bed showed that it was 3:30 a.m.
She looked out the window; the moon was full.
The bright moonlight shone through the window, forming a layer of frost on the ground.
For ordinary people, a full moon symbolizes reunion, but for them, a full moon is also the essence of life.
The so-called essence of the sun and moon, the essence of the moon refers to the energy contained in moonlight, which helps to harmonize the inner self, but may also serve as an opportunity to awaken certain beings.
Perhaps that's why the man soaking in the water appeared in her dreams.
But Jiang Si couldn't figure it out.
The next day, Han Yunluo noticed that Jiang Si looked unwell and quickly asked her what had happened.
Jiang Si: "I dreamt about a man last night."
Li Jianshan, who came over for a visit early in the morning: "???"
"Master, are you lovesick?" He was somewhat dissatisfied. They agreed to be single together, so why is this happening?
Li Jianshan almost rolled up his sleeves; he wanted to see which arrogant man dared to pester his master!
Jiang Si rolled her eyes at him, not wanting to say anything.
He's a CEO now, how come his brain is still so bad?
"You can't find the reason?" Han Yunluo asked.
Jiang Si was very comforted. See, Han Yunluo had asked the right question.
"Hmm, I can't figure it out."
Han Yunluo pondered for a moment, "If someone can enter your dream, this person must be related to you in some way." As a Celestial Master, Jiang Si's cultivation level meant she wouldn't have meaningless dreams like ordinary people.
Han Yunluo looked at Jiang Si, and suddenly her expression changed: "Your appearance has changed."
A doctor can heal himself, but Jiang Si couldn't see the changes in herself, while Han Yunluo could.
"Is this the look of someone who's about to die?"
But how is that possible?
Han Yunlu herself thought she had misread it.
Jiang Si's cultivation is profound; who can change her fate?
This is not just a matter of stealing her luck; it directly alters her appearance.
"You will suffer a bloody disaster." Han Yunluo became more and more frightened as she spoke.
Jiang Si's mood didn't fluctuate as much as Han Yunluo's. She sneered, "It's really strange that someone can actually change my fate."
In both her past and present lives, not a single person has dared to lay a finger on her.
Li Jianshan was startled: "What do you mean?"
Changing one's fate requires defying the heavens; is it really that easy?
"Don't worry, I'm not that easy to kill," Jiang Si said.
She quickly extracted a wisp of her divine soul and placed it in Han Yunluo's hand, saying, "You guard it for me, just in case."
Han Yunlu nodded emphatically.
This wisp of spirit resembled a miniature version of Jiang Si, small in stature, with a grumpy face, yet incredibly cute.
Li Jianshan inappropriately wanted to pinch that little cheek, but he didn't dare, and quickly came to his senses, "Master, will this make you alright?"
"Don't worry, I'll take people down with me even if I die."
That night, as Jiang Si drifted off to sleep, she dreamed of that man again.
She kept saying, "I'm so cold, so cold."
The difference was that Jiang Si actually began to empathize, feeling as if she had fallen into an ice cellar, with a chill seeping out from between her bones.
She couldn't help but shiver and wanted to shout that it was so cold.
Jiang Si used all her magical power, but to her surprise, it was to no avail.
It seems that in this dream, all her abilities are useless.
Jiang Si wasn't one to give up easily. Enduring the chill, she pushed aside the weeds in front of her and walked forward step by step. Just when things seemed to be looking up, she woke up.
She glanced at the time subconsciously, and her heart sank; it was 3:30 in the morning again.
A chill seemed to have carried from the dream into reality.
Jiang Si unconsciously hugged the blanket tighter, only to find it even colder. She turned on the light and discovered that her blanket was covered with a layer of frost, almost half of the bed, centered on her.
The air was also filled with cold.
Jiang Si lowered her eyes, and as she left, the frost on the bed gradually melted, leaving a dark stain.
That's really quite interesting.
She thought that perhaps tomorrow night, she would see the true face of the man who had complained of being cold.
Since she couldn't sleep, Jiang Si didn't force herself. She went to the balcony, sat cross-legged, and began to cultivate under the moonlight.
Han Yunluo's expression darkened further.
Jiang Si's death was more serious than yesterday's; her face was ashen, like that of a dying person.
Jiang Si curled her lips into a sarcastic smile, "Don't worry, we might find out the reason tomorrow."
Others might be terrified and at a loss, but Jiang Si was rather excited. She really wanted to see how someone could have caused her so much trouble.
Sure enough, Jiang Si had the same dream again that night.
She was still standing in that deep, dark meadow, surrounded by a dim mist. The cries of "It's cold!" rang out as usual. Jiang Si quickened her pace and lifted her foot to walk forward.
Jiang Si saw things clearly this time.
Under the moonlight, before them lay a vast, deep lake. In the center of the lake stood a man dressed in mourning clothes, looking around in bewilderment and exclaiming, "Where is this? Why is it so cold?"
"It's so cold, so cold."
Jiang Si carefully examined her surroundings.
Half of the lake is surrounded by mountains, forming a natural reservoir with very calm water.
Despite the biting cold, Jiang Si tried her best to memorize her surroundings.
She needed to figure out exactly what kind of place this was.
Jiang Si woke up quickly.
As expected, it was still 3:30 a.m.
This time when I woke up, the chill was even stronger.
Jiang Si turned on the light.
Frost was no longer confined to her bed; half the room was filled with it.
It was so cold that Jiang Si couldn't help but shiver.
This coldness was so intense that even magic couldn't stop it.
The others were all somewhat worried after learning about Jiang Si's situation.
They woke up at 3:30.
When they saw the light in Jiang Si's room turn on, they breathed a sigh of relief, but their hearts sank again.
This means that Jiang Si is not dead, and the situation is truly bizarre.
Li Jianshan knocked on his master's door.
Jiang Si opened the door, and the others looked over.
Upon seeing the scene inside the room, his eyes widened immediately.
Centered on Jiang Si's bed, an area of about ten square meters was covered with a thick layer of white frost, making it look like a snow house to the uninformed.
She Zhang felt like hibernating when it got cold. He yawned and suppressed his anger, saying, "When I find this person, I'm going to skin him alive!"
Li Jianshan felt sorry for him: "Master, are you cold?"
He wanted to hug his master.
Jiang Si wasn't used to this kind of melancholy. "Don't look so mournful. I'm not dead yet!"
Han Yunluo simply pulled the person into her arms and continuously channeled spiritual energy into her.
Qi Yan, a fire-attribute spirit rat, jumped into Jiang Si's arms.
"Now that you're awake, let's go look for it."
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