Chapter 321

Chapter 321: A Ming, You Woke Up Too, Didn’t You
“Wang Sheng? Wang Sheng! What’s wrong with you?”

Ye Cong Xin had just said goodbye to Wang Sheng. She had only turned away for a moment when she heard a heavy thud behind her.

When she turned back, she saw Wang Sheng lying at her feet, twitching. His expression was full of terror, and cold sweat poured from him.

Ye Cong Xin was shocked. She bent down in a panic to check on him while asking urgently: “Wang Sheng, can you hear me? What’s going on?”

But it was as if he could not hear her at all. His eyes were tightly closed, his muscles tense, and his face was as pale as a ghost.

Ye Cong Xin called him several more times. Seeing that he still did not respond, she anxiously asked the System: “System, what is happening to him? He is not going to die, is he?”

She had finally managed to raise Wang Sheng’s Favorability toward her to sixty points. She could not let him die so easily.

This time, the System did not play dead. It still could not give a clear answer, but it suggested that Ye Cong Xin stay by Wang Sheng’s side to take care of him and continue harvesting his Favorability.

Ye Cong Xin thought about it and felt this was indeed a good chance, so she agreed without much hesitation.

She did not know that her own nightmare was about to arrive.

“Petty nightmare, how dare you disturb my Dao heart!”

Lan Zi Yu shouted and suddenly sat up.

He looked around at the familiar surroundings of his room and finally let out a long breath. Then he gave a smug little smile and muttered: “Good thing I noticed something was wrong and disturbed the dream. I broke out in time and did not let it lead me on.”

Lan Zi Yu sat quietly for a while before his mood gradually calmed down.

It was not that his heart was unstable. It was just that the dream had been too real and too strange.

In that dream, Yu Zhao had actually become a pitiful thing that her Senior Brother did not love and the sect did not like. Everyone in the Cultivation World wanted to beat her, and in the end she even died under Master’s sword.

The most infuriating part was that after Yu Zhao died, someone claimed that Junior Sister was a malevolent spirit and demanded that the Five Elements Dao Sect cleanse its gates.

Lan Zi Yu, furious, had beaten up the person who jumped out to slander Junior Sister, and then he woke up from anger.

Why was he so sure it was fake?

First of all, Yu Zhao was bold and domineering. She even dared to hit him. There was no way she would end up as miserable as that, and there was no way she would die such a cowardly death.

Secondly, Junior Sister had a pure and kind heart. How could she possibly be a malevolent spirit?

Lastly, he trusted his own judgment.

A nightmare was just a nightmare.

There was no need to take it seriously.

Even so, whenever he thought of the scenes in the dream, Lan Zi Yu still felt uncomfortable, and a shadow of gloom lingered deep in his eyes.

Elsewhere, Quan Ye climbed up from the ground while cursing under his breath.

He had been cultivating just now when his consciousness suddenly went dark and he fell straight into a dream.

In that dream, there was no Bixi Dragon-Tortoise. He was instead the undisputed Beast King. Half of the Demon Race had to follow his orders.

Even the proud Nine-tailed Fox Clan had to treat him with respect for the sake of the White Peacock.

Quan Ye greatly enjoyed the feeling of holding such power. If he could, he would have liked to never wake up again.

But he still woke up, not because he wanted to, but because he was scared awake.

He had dreamed that Yu Zhao died. After that, the always gentle and obedient Junior Sister seemed to become a completely different person. She told him she hated him, that he was a brainless fool.

In the end, she even cut off both of his arms with her sword, leaving him to scream and howl while his blood flowed without stopping.

So he had been frightened awake.

The Junior Sister in the dream was too terrifying.

Quan Ye clutched at his pounding chest and could not help looking off into the distance.

Inside another cave residence, Fang Cheng Lang opened his eyes.

He was soaked in sweat, as if he had just been pulled from water.

He stared blankly up at the ceiling.

Why was he dreaming again?

For a long time before, he had often dreamed of his previous life.

Later, on the Floating Island, he had that long dream in front of the Fate Stele. After he learned the ending of his past life, he never dreamed again.

Yet today, he had dreamt of the past once more.

Although his heart had long since grown numb from pain and regret, living through it again still made him feel as if his insides were being torn apart.

He had been blind in his eyes and blind in his heart.

He was beyond saving.

He was the sinner of the Five Elements Dao Sect, and the sinner of the entire Cultivation World.

While Fang Cheng Lang was trapped in self-blame in his room, a series of urgent knocks suddenly sounded at his door.

At first he did not feel like answering, but when he saw the person outside drenched in sweat and looking panicked, something stirred in his heart.

He stood up.

He opened the door.

He did it all in one smooth motion.

The moment the door opened, Su Ming rushed in, grabbed Fang Cheng Lang’s arm, and stared straight into his eyes.

Su Ming asked in a shaking voice: “First Senior Brother, the dream was real, wasn’t it? Junior Sister – no, Ye Cong Xin – she really is a malevolent spirit, and she can steal our Fortune, right?”

Fang Cheng Lang’s mind exploded with a boom.

A wave of wild joy swept through his whole body.

He trembled and said: “A Ming, you woke up too, didn’t you? That was not a dream. It was real! Ye Cong Xin is… anyway, you just need to know that she will destroy the Cultivation World!”

Getting a clear answer from Fang Cheng Lang, Su Ming’s legs went weak and he slid toward the ground.

Fang Cheng Lang grabbed both his arms and hauled him back up.

He shouted: “Su Ming! This is not the time for weak legs! Pull yourself together!”

Su Ming stammered: “First Senior Brother, I… Junior Sister… how could she be… a malevolent spirit…”

He could not even find the words to describe how he felt.

At first, he had also thought he was just dreaming. But as things went on, he slowly sensed that something was wrong.

It did not feel like a dream. It felt more like a revelation.

So he forced himself to endure his fear and experience everything from beginning to end, holding on until the moment the dream finally ended.

After he woke up, his body still carried the pain and terror he had felt when he died.

He became more and more certain that this was not a simple dream, so he came to find Fang Cheng Lang.

Fang Cheng Lang’s answer was like a heavy blow landing on his head. His thoughts went blank, and he did not know what to do anymore.

Junior Sister was really a malevolent spirit?

She could really steal a cultivator’s Fortune?

Had she already made a move on the people around her?

Who would be her next target?

Fang Cheng Lang grabbed Su Ming’s shoulders and said urgently: “Su Ming! Listen to me. Right now, go find the Sect Master and tell him everything you dreamed. Beg the Sect Master to make a move and kill Ye Cong Xin before Master finishes his closed-door cultivation!”

Su Ming hesitated: “But… I…”

Fang Cheng Lang snapped sharply, his tone like a blade: “Su Ming! Listen carefully! The way Ye Cong Xin used to act was all a disguise! She treated you well only because… just wake up already!”

His words made Su Ming recall how, after Ye Cong Xin rose to power in the dream, she had completely turned cold and pretended not to know them, cruel and heartless.

Su Ming gritted his teeth and said: “All right, I will go now…”

Bang!

Fang Cheng Lang and Su Ming both turned toward the sound.

A hole had appeared in the wall at the corner, and cracks like a spiderweb spread out from it.

Fang Cheng Lang’s face changed drastically.

He said: “This is bad. It is Quan Ye! Su Ming, go stop him! He must be going to settle accounts with Ye Cong Xin!”

Su Ming answered on reflex and ran out a few steps, but Fang Cheng Lang called him back again.

Fang Cheng Lang’s voice turned icy: “If you cannot stop him, then work with him and kill Ye Cong Xin.”

Su Ming replied in a low voice: “…All right.”

Fang Cheng Lang knew that Ye Cong Xin had many strange and unpredictable methods. He did not want to alert her.

But he himself was trapped in the room and could not go out, and Su Ming would likely be unable to stop Quan Ye in his rage.

So he could only tell Su Ming to kill Ye Cong Xin.

Even if Ye Cong Xin managed to escape by luck, news of the Personal Disciples fighting among themselves would never stay hidden.

By then, Ye Cong Xin’s true face would be exposed.

She would never again be able to do whatever she wanted like before.

She would become the enemy of the entire Cultivation World.

With nowhere to run.