Chapter 151 - 118: Qiu Yuehan is Sleeping

Chapter 151: Chapter 118: Qiu Yuehan is Sleeping

Lu Changyuan rose from the Blood Demon’s shriveled corpse. The massive worm was now nothing but a thin layer of skin.

He felt refreshed and invigorated.

The Five Desires and Six Dust Heart Transformation Technique surged through Lu Changyuan’s body at an incredible speed.

Satiated.

Lu Changyuan stretched, casually tossing a ball of fire to ignite the worm. Soon, the thin layer of skin turned to ash, and the member of the Blood Race vanished from the world for good.

"Young Master!"

THUD!

That was a solid headbutt.

The Little Fairy dropped her unconscious senior sister to one side and threw herself into Lu Changyuan’s arms.

A headbutt from a Sixth Realm Kai Yang! Its power was not to be underestimated.

Lu Changyuan let out a stifled grunt, smiling wryly. "It hasn’t been that long. What’s all this about?"

Xia Lianxue rubbed her head against Lu Changyuan’s chest, only saying softly after a long moment, "It’s actually been a very long time. I’m just glad you’re alright, Young Master."

"What could happen to me?"

Lu Changyuan breathed a sigh of relief, then his body went limp, and he collapsed onto Xia Lianxue.

"Young Master?"

"I’m a little tired. Just hold me for a moment."

He was truly exhausted. He had carried the Nether Monarch for thousands of miles and killed countless members of the Foreign Races, his spirit stretched taut the entire time. He had finally managed to wait for the Nether General to seal the Blood Demon, but before he could even catch his breath, he was kicked straight back to the present. The moment he landed, he came face-to-face with that damned Blood Demon.

’Still, it was for the best.’

Lu Changyuan fully accepted the "meal" the Nether Monarch had intentionally left for him. The appetite desire of his Five Desires and Six Dust Heart Transformation Technique was satisfied, and Lu Changyuan conveniently obtained a portion of the Blood Demon’s powers.

What was the Blood Demon’s most terrifying ability? It was the power to make another’s blood spiral out of their control and explode. Both Lu Changyuan and the Nether Monarch had suffered from it before.

This ability could be called heaven-defying, and Lu Changyuan had gotten a small taste of it.

This confirmed that the Dao of "Nothingness" indeed transforms into "Existence" by devouring that which "Exists."

Xia Lianxue furrowed her brows. Her Time Technique manifested once more as she checked Lu Changyuan’s body with extreme worry.

But Lu Changyuan’s body was now in unbelievably good condition. Everything was at its peak state, and even the hidden injuries he had suffered before were now completely healed and replenished.

It was his spirit that was weary.

The Little Fairy let out a breath of relief. She helped Lu Changyuan into the sedan chair, then returned to the ground, picked up Qiu Yuehan, and stuffed her into the chair as well.

This sedan chair from the Daoist Sect was surprisingly comfortable. The Little Fairy lit some high-quality incense, placed her senior sister on the opposite seat, and then snuggled affectionately into Lu Changyuan’s embrace.

"Are you very tired, Young Master?"

Lu Changyuan narrowed his eyes slightly. "A little."

"Do you want to sleep for a while, Young Master?"

"Mm."

Without any more words, Lu Changyuan closed his eyes and lay down. The Little Fairy thoughtfully turned her lap into a warm, soft pillow for him.

An inexplicable sense of peace washed over Lu Changyuan. He closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

The Little Fairy smiled as her Time Technique quickly filled the air, stretching out the time within the sedan chair.

Lu Changyuan’s dream was not a long one.

He just needed to soothe his taut nerves; how long he slept wasn’t important.

And so, the past slowly drifted in.

The dream seemed to be set on a warm New Year’s Eve. Cultivators didn’t really celebrate the New Year, but Lu Changyuan did. Only by celebrating could he experience a feeling that transcended time and space.

Humans, after all, are creatures who live in their memories, and the Chang’an Daoist was no exception.

On the table were two bowls of plain noodle soup, completely without meat or oil.

Lu Changyuan silently looked at the person before him. "How are we supposed to eat this?"

"You should be glad there’s anything to eat at all."

"You tinkered in the kitchen for half the day and this is what you came up with?"

"Mm."

Lu Changyuan was speechless. He sighed. "Do you have any pickled radish?"

"No! Are you going to eat it or not?!"

"I’ll eat..."

At that time, Lu Changyuan would never have imagined that eating plain noodle soup would later become a habit.

The dream slowly shifted, rising and bursting like bubbles, finally coalescing into another New Year’s Eve.

「Celestial Mountain.」

"Master, is this all we’re eating?"

"Mm." Lu Changyuan, wearing the Platinum Mask, looked at his disciple and said flatly, "This is it."

His only disciple hesitated for a long moment before stammering, "How about... I go make something else for you, Master? There’s no meat at all here, that’s not very good."

"There’s no need. If you don’t want to eat it, you don’t have to."

The female disciple felt helpless, so she could only accompany her master in eating the noodles.

"Finish this bowl of noodles, celebrate this New Year, and then you should leave the mountain. I have something to tell you afterward."

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SLURP!

Lu Changyuan woke up, clutching his head. He felt a little cold. Looking down, he discovered his robes had been half pulled off.

The Little Fairy, lying on his chest, lifted her head and smiled at him, giving a cute little tilt.

’Don’t think you can get away with stripping my clothes just by acting all innocent!?’

Lu Changyuan righteously swatted the Little Fairy’s head away. "How long was I asleep?"

"If we’re going by normal time, three days and three nights. We’re almost back at the Daoist Sect."

The Little Fairy stammered, a blush on her face. She wrapped herself around Lu Changyuan’s body as lightly as a feather. Her mischievous little hands began tracing circles on his chest as her flushed lips blew warm air against his ear.

’She’s supposed to be the Little Fairy in a White Skirt, so why is she acting just like one of those demonesses from the Hehuan Sect, always doing these life-threatening things?’

Lu Changyuan couldn’t reclaim his robes. The Little Fairy in a White Skirt was already testing his resolve with her lips.

"Your senior sister is right here. Wait until we get back."

"It’s fine. Senior sister won’t wake up. Even if she did, she would just pretend not to notice. And pretending not to notice is the same as not noticing."