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The Illusory Realm shattered, the formation collapsed, and immediately, the Bamboo Forest of the Illusory Realm was engulfed in flames.
The ground sank, revealing the clear autumn sky and the residential courtyards of the outside world once again.
No one and nothing could stop him now!
Shen Jinglan looked at the people of the Righteous Path; they seemed to have begun to suffer from poisoning, while the poison within him was not as severe as that in the Illusory Realm.
If a person consumed dozens of different pills every day, even an additional deadly poison would not be considered much.
There were also a dozen people guarding outside the Illusory Realm. Upon seeing him appear, they rushed to attack him. Shen Jinglan effortlessly killed them all.
The number of those participating in the encirclement was not as many as in the Illusory Realm. In the Righteous Path, those who valued their lives and sought to preserve themselves were still in the majority. Looking back, this Illusory Realm had been infiltrating his emotions and disturbing his state of mind... aiming to make him completely abandon his will to survive, leaving his heart cold and willing to accept death.
Unfortunately, no matter how subtly the Illusory Realm tried to influence and tempt him, it ultimately could not shake his will.
Without this will, perhaps he would have died sixty years ago while being hunted by the Upright Path, perished in the desolate mountains and rivers of Youzhou, or succumbed to the endless pain endured alone in the dimly lit chamber of the Supreme Teachings Headquarters. He would have long become a pile of bones or a handful of yellow sand.
Shen Jinglan pinched his fingers together, placing one palm against the other, activating Spatial Technique, and floated away.
Shaoyuan was not caught within the Illusory Realm but was instead besieged by people from the outside Righteous Path. He had already broken through their encirclement and escaped. Shen Jinglan was not worried about him; as a Young Master of the Shenmo clan, Shaoyuan's ability to escape and use illusion techniques was quite good. The Righteous Path would not expend much effort dealing with him, so he would not be in much danger.
He contacted Shaoyuan, instructing him to return to the nearest Absolute Sect Branch on his own.
Then, Shen Jinglan communicated with the invisible strings connected in the void, sending a message to Miaojiang thousands of miles away.
In the Spirit Serpent Palace, Spirit Sword Destiny was inspecting a batch of celestial materials just delivered by the Evil Sect alongside Bai Fei.
Some were packed in wooden boxes, while others were divided into individual Jade Boxes and clean vials. There were also branches and leaves spread out, with several soaking in glass jars.
The Earthly Extreme Pill required numerous complex procedures and consumed an enormous amount of spiritual materials. If one was careless during the preparation of certain ingredients, or if the timing and heat were not properly controlled, they would have to start all over again, resulting in significant waste during the process.
These preliminary steps were being carried out with great urgency, showing no signs of slackening.
...Ah, is that the leader?
Spirit Sword Destiny's eyes suddenly flickered. Although his expression remained calm and unchanged on the surface, his thoughts instantly drifted far away.
He picked up a Jade Box, opened the lid, and examined the quality of the Three-Transformation Dan Sha Grass inside while wondering why the leader had suddenly come to find him.
Moreover, there was nothing urgent; it was just that he wanted to visit the Lantern Market during next month's Night Bloom Festival. If he had nothing else to do at that time, he would definitely accompany him.
The Lantern Market... wasn't that a place only children looked forward to visiting? Why was the leader becoming more childlike as time went on?
Spirit Sword Destiny shook his head secretly. He calculated that by then, the Earthly Extreme Pill should have been refined successfully, so he agreed to it.
He then thought with a hint of worry, would the leader transform into a woman again and tease him on purpose during the festival?
A faint blush involuntarily appeared on his cheeks.
He was still completely unaware of the danger that Shen Jinglan had just experienced. He always handled everything himself, unwilling to let Shen Jinglan worry about him, and wasn't Shen Jinglan the same?
Days passed in a blur.
On the night before the alchemy furnace, Xu Xiaofei tossed and turned, unable to sleep.
He pondered over tomorrow's matters for a long time, but ultimately succumbed to drowsiness and fell into a deep sleep.
This time, the illusion of unknown years drifted into his dreams once again...
Dream · Three
He sat by the bed, looking down at the person on it.
"Are you awake?"
"Mm." The young man slowly sat up, but his gaze never left his face.
It carried a mix of sadness and joy, an indescribable emotion.
Clearly, during their last meeting, he had regarded him as a stranger.
"You look perfectly fine," the young man suddenly spoke. "How could an immortal be afraid of the cold? How could you drown in water? I must have been overly concerned." He turned his head away, not wanting to meet his eyes, and said, "Next time, I will definitely throw more stones into the water. I won't be foolish enough to jump in to save you."
"Even if I can't drown," he said gently, "I am still very grateful that you would risk your life to save me."
His words were sincere and tender.
The boy did not respond, but his breathing trembled slightly.
He took out a lunchbox: "You should eat something first. We can talk after you're done."
He opened the box for the boy and placed it in front of him. The aroma wafted out, and the food was still warm, steaming.
He knew the boy must be starving.
But the boy still didn't look at it, lowering his head and saying, "I still don't understand. How can floating in icy lake water feel so comfortable... more comfortable than sleeping in a bed? Why would you choose to suffer like this instead of enjoying your life as a deity?"
The hidden resentment in his words was something he would only fully understand later. For now, he could only smile and say, "Actually, floating in icy water isn't that comfortable. I'm not just idly seeking hardship... I had originally found a boat filled with fine wine and various delicacies, but somehow, after I got drunk, the boat capsized, and I fell into the water. What a pity for my wine and food."
He showed a look of regret. But in his heart, he thought that it was likely some passing spirit or scattered immortal friend playing tricks on him; how unreasonable.
"Drunkard," the boy said, his expression softening considerably.
"Eat," he offered the chopsticks to the boy.
This time, the boy took the chopsticks and looked at the exquisite dishes before suddenly asking, "You didn't make this yourself, did you?"
A hint of a smile finally appeared.
"I bought it from the restaurant," he smiled as well, "Do you want to eat what I made myself?"
"No," the young man shook his head, "The Immortal Master looks like he can only do Alchemy and can't cook! If you really cooked, it wouldn't be as good as the master chef at the restaurant, so there's no need to trouble the Immortal Master."
"Hahaha! Don't look down on me. If you really want to eat, I can cook, but I will definitely make you finish it."
The young man ate slowly, his manners quite elegant, yet he polished off four dishes and a bowl of rice.
He sat silently at the edge of the bed watching.
Once the young man set down his chopsticks and waved his sleeve to put away the Lunchbox.
"Why aren't you at home studying hard? Why did you come out alone? — Could it be that you've finally come to your senses and specially came to seek me for immortality and wisdom?" He raised an eyebrow and asked with a smile.
The young man was taken aback, falling into silence for a moment.
Even in his dreams, Xu Xiaofei could feel the hope swelling in his chest... yet he maintained a calm exterior.
The young man moved his lips, hesitating to speak, and finally shook his head, saying, "No. I... I just came to visit friends and relatives."
He concealed the rising disappointment just as well.
"Is that so? Then I can rest easy," he said. "I was worried that something might have happened at your home. Are your parents well?"
"They're doing fine. Why do you ask?"
He glanced at the young man. "Because it's currently Severe Winter, and you're dressed too lightly. Your hands and feet are covered in frostbite. You also look like you haven't eaten well for a while."
The young man replied softly, "I just had some bad luck and unfortunately encountered thieves in the wilderness..."
Seeing the young man's lack of confidence, he didn't press further and nodded. "As long as you're safe, that's good. Since you're here to visit a friend, do you have an appointment with him? Are you in a hurry to see him?"
The young man looked at him and shook his head. "No, I can go anytime."
"Then why not stay with me for a few more days? I've already used my energy to treat you, but the cold has penetrated your bones. I won't let you leave until it's completely gone." He squinted and smiled mischievously. "You've lost too much weight; I need to feed you up until you're a plump one."
As he spoke, he stood up from beside the bed. "Come on, follow me."
"Where to?" the young man asked as he got out of bed. He was still quite weak, and as soon as his feet touched the ground, he wobbled.
Suddenly, with a startled cry, he was swept up in an embrace.
He strode out of the room.
The young man struggled a couple of times but then settled quietly in his arms.
He walked through the corridor and stepped outside.
It turned out this place was situated in the mountains, with a hot spring behind the house, steaming with white vapor.
He set the person down.
"Stay in the water a little longer to drive away your chill," he said.
The young man silently walked into the water and asked, "Is this your home... do you live in the mountains?"
He replied, "No, it's just a house borrowed from a friend, a Tiger Demon."
Then he smiled slyly, "So if you want to go out, you have to take me with you. My friend seems to have a taste for humans."
But that did not intimidate the young man; he snorted lightly and leaned on the shore.
"If I want to leave, I'll leave. I won't take you with me."
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