Chapter 115 Dream within a Dream (Supporting Character Story, Buy with Caution) Lian Quesheng doesn't have that...
Starry Palace.
Lian Quesheng slept soundly until it was almost time to accept disciples. Xi Chuang changed into a yellow disciple's robe, his hair was combed into a high ponytail and tied behind his back, and his handsome face was completely free of the previous wildness and gloom.
He looks exactly like a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy.
He stood before Lian Quesheng's door. At that moment, nothing in the world mattered to him. All Xi Chuang wanted was Lian Quesheng.
From this day forward, everyone in the world will know the relationship between him and Lian Quesheng. They are master and disciple without blood ties. The name Xichuang will be firmly linked with Lian Quesheng. Even if he makes a mistake, when others mention him, they will still call him Lian Quesheng's disciple.
That's enough.
The time was almost up. Xi Chuang smiled and knocked on the door. "Master, are you awake?"
Seeing that no one answered him from inside, he pushed the door open and went in. Standing in front of Lian Quesheng, he stared at the sleeping face, but ultimately did nothing. After all, if they didn't go over soon, the sect leader would send other disciples to call him.
"Master."
"Hmm—"
Lian Quesheng felt as if his eyes were covered. The cloth strips felt too foreign to him. He wanted to tear them off, but he couldn't find the edges.
And for some reason, his body was limp and powerless. He tried to raise his arms but couldn't. The person on top of him seemed to sense his attempt to resist and pressed an arm down on his shoulder. Lian Quesheng prided himself on his good health and high cultivation, but he never expected that he couldn't overcome that person at all.
As if he were born with a kind of self-control, he was unable to move. Who was the shameless person who took advantage of his inability to move?
"Master."
Lian Quesheng woke up from his dream with a start, covered in sweat. When he opened his eyes, he saw Xi Chuang standing in front of him, looking like a ghost.
"Master, did you have a nightmare? Why do you look so pale?" Xi Chuang reached out to wipe the sweat from Lian Quesheng's forehead, but was dodged away.
His face darkened for a moment, but he quickly returned to normal. Lian Quesheng seemed to realize this and hurriedly tried to salvage the situation, saying, "I just woke up and my mind isn't quite clear yet. I didn't mean to blame you."
"Let me wipe your sweat for you, so you won't feel uncomfortable."
Xi Chuang, being understanding, said that even Lian Quesheng, seeing his insistence, had no reason to object and had no choice but to agree. He leaned forward, feeling Xi Chuang's hand moving little by little across his forehead.
He was too slow. Lian Quesheng was already feeling unwell because of that dream, and his heart was pounding nonstop. After a while, he simply grabbed the handkerchief from Xi Chuang's hand and wiped himself haphazardly a couple of times, saying, "Alright, alright."
“Master, the ceremony is almost here. Sect Leader Lian sent me to summon you.” Xi Chuang straightened up. He appeared very tall when he stood there, not to mention that Lian Quesheng was sitting on the bed. With just a slight lowering of his eyes, one could clearly see Lian Quesheng’s expression.
"I know. By the way, have Jiang Yu and Shen Jiuxu arrived yet?" Lian Quesheng didn't even bother to look at the west window. He picked up his clothes from the bedside and started putting them on. "I haven't seen them for a month, and they haven't said they'd come to see me. I really don't know what they've been doing."
"Shouldn't Xingchenque and Bailuzhou have sent them invitations? Even if these two are busy, they wouldn't miss their friend's apprenticeship ceremony, would they?"
Lian Quesheng was in a panic as he dressed. Xi Chuang took the initiative to ask the medical staff to help him straighten the buttons he had fastened incorrectly. "Master, don't worry. The invitations have already been sent out. I just heard that Young Master Jiang and Sect Master Shen are very busy with important matters at Shenwuke recently and can hardly be seen. They may be able to come later."
"Thanks...."
Lian Quesheng always felt that Xi Chuang was acting strangely after not seeing her for several years. She was being too clingy. What a gentle, considerate, and understanding little beauty she was, tidying up his clothes and waking him up to get dressed.
So, being a master comes with this kind of treatment?
No wonder so many people want to take on apprentices, it turns out it's like this. Lian Quesheng pondered for a while, then patted Xichuang on the shoulder, "My apprentices don't need to do these things. I'm not that kind of evil master. Just take care of yourself. I have hands and feet, I can do these trivial things myself."
“Master’s hands are for practicing swordsmanship, so leave these things to Xichuang.” He felt a strange sense of pleasure and pleasure that he was Lian Quesheng’s Daoist partner. If their relationship progressed further, wouldn’t it be more legitimate to do these things?
"What's happened to Shen Wuke lately? Why are they so busy?" Lian Quesheng remembered that when he left, things were relatively calm there. What big thing could have happened that left Jiang Yu and the others helpless for so long?
"Never mind, I'll go check on them after the ceremony. Those two are just too thin-skinned and too morally upright. If something happens, it'll be hard to resolve. I'll have to step in."
Although Lian Quesheng said this, his face was full of pride. He was older than Jiang Yu and Shen Jiuxu. Although he was sometimes tricked by Jiang Yu, he had long regarded them as brothers to take care of.
After tidying up, the two walked out of the house. The sky outside was still overcast, but the thunder had stopped. Lian Quesheng glanced at it, and the strange feeling that had been lingering around him since he woke up was finally confirmed at this moment.
"Is someone ascending to heaven outside? It felt like there was heavenly lightning before we went over."
He turned to look at the west window. "Did you hear that when you came? No one has ascended to immortality in all these years. It should be Jiang Yuxian, right? Was the thunder coming from over there?"
"Xichuang doesn't know. There were indeed a few claps of thunder at the time, but they disappeared quickly." He shook his head. Even Quesheng couldn't find fault with what he said. After all, Xichuang hadn't started cultivating with him yet, so it was normal for him not to be able to sense the source of the spiritual energy in the world.
He shouldn't have asked him. Lian Quesheng patted his head and comforted him a few times. "It's okay. Master will teach you slowly later. You go find my mother first, and I'll go ask a few more people. If it really is Jiang Yu, I don't know what the situation is."
"But... Master, the time has come."
“It’s not a big deal, it won’t hurt to wait a little while. The main thing is that I don’t see any magnificent sunset, which is very different from the legendary scene of a successful ascension. I’m still a little worried. You go and tell her. If my mother gets upset, she can blame me.”
As Lian Quesheng turned to leave, he didn't see the resentful gaze from Xi Chuang behind him. Jiang Yu and Shen Jiuxu had already become Daoist partners, so why was he still entangled with Lian Quesheng?
Isn't having a Daoist partner enough?
The master can only belong to him alone. Why should he bother to care about those unimportant bystanders?
He twitched his finger, and a silver needle immediately flew out. As Lian Quesheng walked, he suddenly felt a pain in the back of his neck. He thought he had been stung by some insect, but then everything went black and he suddenly fainted.
Xi Chuang picked him up. He really didn't understand why those two people could occupy so much of Lian Quesheng's attention. Just by casually sending a letter via a paper crane, Lian Quesheng was able to give up his bet with Xiang Zhanyi and pack his bags to leave early in the morning.
Even now, after a month apart, the first thing she asked upon waking was about the two of them. Xi Chuang carried her back to the house. Jiang Yu was either dead or crippled. If Lian Quesheng knew, he would only devote more attention to him, and then Xi Chuang would become a dispensable piece of trash.
"Are you really going to do this? Aren't you afraid that if he finds out later, he'll kill you with a knife?"
Xiang Zhanyi suddenly appeared behind him and noticed that Xi Chuang was holding a green porcelain bottle. "This thing is extremely precious, but it is very harmful to the body. I thought it would be enough to make him forget about that month, but I didn't expect that you would now want him to forget about Shen Wuke and those two people as well. Isn't that too risky?"
"So what? Even the best of friends can fall out. Jiang Yu had such a difficult month, and even Que Sheng couldn't show up to help. Doesn't that prove anything? Besides, the medicine's effects are limited. It just makes him feel that his relationship with Jiang Yu and Shen Jiuxu isn't that important."
Xiang Zhanyi sneered and leaned against the door, looking at his friend who was not doing good deeds. Sometimes he really didn't understand why Xi Chuang had gone to so much trouble and set up so many schemes, just to get Lian Quesheng to look at him a few more times.
"Did you know what? Jiang Yu didn't die. Guess who saved him."
"Whether I save him or not, it doesn't matter. I never intended for him to die anyway," Xichuang said indifferently. "But you seem quite concerned about him. What, you were captivated by his beauty after just one glance from that distance and now you want to possess him?"
When Xiang Zhanyi's thoughts were exposed, she frankly admitted, "My feelings for him are the same as your feelings for Young Master Lian. Is that not allowed?"
"Lian Quesheng has no Daoist partner."
Xi Chuang said lightly, showing no respect for Xiang Zhanyi, "Besides, does Jiang Yu even know you? He probably hasn't even given you a second glance. You're really good at wishful thinking. Even if Shen Jiuxu dies, it's not your turn."
With a "bang," the table was smashed by Xiang Zhanyi, who then punched Xi Chuang in the face. Xi Chuang took a step back with his left foot, glanced at him, and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. "I hit the nail on the head. You're so angry and embarrassed. Why don't you think about how to kill Shen Jiuxu first? Maybe you can try and see just how much of a failure you are."
"I don't have time for your nonsense. Since you've been saved, let's wait for the next time. This body has excellent cultivation and talent, we can't waste it." After saying that, Xi Chuang poured out a red pill from the bottle and fed it to Lian Quesheng.
Fifteen minutes later, the person on the bed slowly woke up. Lian Quesheng felt that since returning these past two days, he had become more confused than before, and he would fall asleep so easily.
"Master, let's go. Even the sect leader has been urging us many times."
Unfortunately, now is not the time to think about these issues. Lian Quesheng heard the sound of the west window door being pushed open, and his head started to ache. It seemed like he had heard it several times already, yet he was still asleep in bed.
Have dreams become so real?
"Xichuang, here's this hairpin for you. When others see this, they'll know you're my apprentice." Lian Quesheng still couldn't understand. He was somewhat reluctant to leave the room, regardless of whether there were many guests outside. "There's no need for a ceremony. It's just accepting an apprentice; why make such a fuss?"
Once he made a decision, he wouldn't change it. Lian Quesheng threw the hairpin over and covered his head with it. "You can leave now. I want to be alone for a while."
Xi Chuang had no choice but to leave, and the room fell silent. Lian Quesheng opened his eyes and stared at the spot where Xi Chuang had just stood for a long time.
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