While others are serious about cultivating immortality, I will send their idiots to heaven.

"Hey!"

"Shhhh!"

"Zhao Muyang, the inner demon has already taken half of your golden elixir."

"This sweet dream, when are you going to wake up?"

Yesterday's conversation seemed to be just an episode in life for Zhao Muyang and Zhizhi.

After eating the lotus seed chicken, the young couple reconciled as before.

Today, Zhiwei went to the city with embroidered brocade handkerchiefs to sell, while Zhao Muyang stayed alone in the empty house, reciting poems and writing essays.

While he was reading and shaking his head, the window of the study room was suddenly opened from the outside.

Zhao Muyang looked over after hearing the sound, and happened to see Zheng Sanniang peeking in.

Zheng Sanniang is an old goddess in the village who is used to doing sneaky and nagging things.

She said she was a goddess, but she was actually more like a liar.

Even the dullest fool in the village would not believe what Zheng Sanniang said.

As a normal person, Zhao Muyang should turn a blind eye to Zheng Sanniang.

He always did this in the past, but today, Zhao Muyang rarely hesitated.

He recalled the memories that had occurred yesterday.

That was not his life experience.

*
"Sanniang, Xiaosheng is so polite."

"I remember Sanniang is good at asking about dreams."

"I wonder how much you charge?"

"Maybe I can help Xiaosheng ask about his dream now."

"To be fair to Sanniang, Xiaosheng may be haunted by evil spirits."

Zhao Muyang hesitated slightly and said hesitantly.

He didn't even hear what "Zheng Sanniang" said before.

Seeing Zhao Muyang's eyes, he was still blinded by his inner demons.

Despite the sloppy appearance of "Zheng Sanniang", the First Furnace Weapon Spirit couldn't help but roll his eyes speechlessly.

As Zhao Muyang's contract furnace, the Dan furnace weapon spirit has really tried its best.

From the moment he realized that Zhao Muyang had fallen into the illusion of the inner demon, the weapon spirit began to jump up and down to remind Zhao Muyang.

The inner demon is so powerful and cunning.

It couldn't erase the existence of the weapon spirit, so it simply changed the concept and transformed the weapon spirit into an old goddess with a bad reputation.

If he also modifies the weapon spirit without authorization.

This resulted in the Alchemy Furnace Spirit and Zhao Muyang talking on the same page, and they were not on the same channel at all.

When he thought of this, the Alchemy Furnace Spirit couldn't help but feel tired.

But it only had Zhao Muyang as its owner. For its own safety, the weapon spirit could only hold its nose and find ways to find Zhao Muyang.

Fortunately, this time, Zhao Muyang seemed to be aware of it?

Facing Zhao Muyang's hesitant eyes with hints of distress, the Alchemy Furnace Spirit agreed to ask the dream without even thinking about it.

Although it doesn't mean asking about dreams.

But Zhao Muyang may not be able to escape the control of the inner demon and successfully see it...

*
"Ms. sir, I'm back~"

"Are you tired of studying?"

"Come, take a rest first, have a snack and then read again."

As soon as Zhao Muyang sent Zheng Sanniang away, his wife Zhizhi opened the door of the house with a basket.

She said with a smile while taking out a bag of pastries from the basket.

Looking at the silver earrings on her ears, Zhao Muyang was stunned for a moment before answering.

really weird.

Yesterday Zhiwei hadn't had her ears pierced yet, so she was wearing earrings.

Why did she wear it today?

Moreover, the earrings he wore were exactly the same as those of the person in his mind...

What a coincidence.

Zhao Muyang felt slightly suspicious while eating delicious pastries.

But all of this was lost in the gentle land created by his wife in a blink of an eye, and disappeared.

The weaving becomes more supple and gentle.

A few days later, she suddenly vomited and the doctor diagnosed her with a pulsating pulse.

The good news of his wife's pregnancy occupied Zhao Muyang's mind so much that he forgot his dream-asking agreement with "Zheng Sanniang".

He became more diligent. In order to reduce the burden on his wife, he also took the initiative to take on the responsibility of making money to support the family.

Zhao Muyang did odd jobs during the day to make money, and studied poetry and books at night.

As Zhizhi's pregnant belly grew, Zhao Muyang seemed to have his energy and spirit sucked away, becoming thin and sluggish.

*
——"Senior brother."

——"You are possessed by a demon."

——"I, Song Zhi, will never be a dodder living dependent on men."

——"Your inner demon is not only hurting you, but also humiliating me."

——"Please wake up quickly!"

At midnight, after Zhao Muyang put his wife to sleep, he went to the study to continue studying.

But I don’t know if it’s because I haven’t gotten enough rest lately.

Zhao Muyang found that he couldn't concentrate and felt powerless.

He stared blankly at the dancing candlelight.

A cold and stern female voice suddenly sounded in the room.

The next moment, a woman who only appeared in the depths of his mind suddenly appeared in front of him.

The woman was wearing a light blue dress, dressed smartly and neatly.

Her phoenix eyes glanced at him with a look of disdain.

Zhao Muyang only heard her sigh softly, revealing a complex and difficult-to-discern expression of pity.

There was a clang, and the closed study door was pushed open.

Weaving, with a slightly protruding belly and wearing a yellow undershirt, rushed in with surprise and anger.

"Master!"

"who is she?"

"Why does she look exactly like me?"

"She, is she the evil vixen Zheng Sanniang said?!"

Zhizhi bumped into Zhao Muyang's arms.

She held her pregnant belly and leaned against Zhao Muyang, pointing at Song Zhi and asking a series of questions.

Facing Zhizhi's panicked look, Zhao Muyang turned his eyes and looked up at Song Zhi.

"Junior sister."

"Thank you for entering the illusion to protect me."

"I've remembered everything."

Zhao Muyang sighed softly.

Song Zhi only saw him closing his eyes slightly, and when he opened them again, his obedient wife in his arms had been pierced through the heart by a dagger generated by spiritual power.

A black demonic energy quickly peeled away from "Zhizhi" and fled, but Zhao Muyang's eyes were cold and stern, and he weaved a spiritual network to trap the demonic energy.

As the demonic energy was captured, the environment they were in suddenly turned into smoke.

The Alchemy Furnace Artifact Spirit, which had been transformed into a phantom of human skin by the inner demon, also saw the light of day again at this time.

As soon as he saw Zhao Muyang, Qi Ling crossed his arms and rolled his eyes to the sky.

"Stinky boy!"

"The mere illusion of inner demons, the low-level life of a mortal, has lost six of your seven souls."

"Tell me, can you still have some ideas to make a difference?"

"I'll tell you everything in advance."

"Your junior sister Song Zhi saw everything you did to the illusion of the inner demon."

"Hurry up and form the elixir. Once you're done, go out and apologize to that sword girl!"

As a contracted elixir furnace, Qi Ling knows Zhao Muyang's inner thoughts best.

He did have some fond thoughts for Song Zhi.

But in his heart, he would rather see Song Zhi soar thousands of miles and ascend to the immortal realm.

He broke off Song Zhi's arm and trapped him in the identity of wife and mother. From then on, he lost himself and disappeared from everyone.

This was by no means Zhao Muyang’s original intention.

Therefore, Zhao Muyang's inner demon calamity could not completely charm him.

Only Song Zhi could wake him up so easily.

Because Zhao Muyang has always felt that fantasy life is unreal and unreliable.

Zhao Muyang instantly panicked when the Alchemy Furnace Spirit gloated about his misfortune.

His eagerness to successfully form the elixir prompted him to break through the last qi orifice in one go.

When the surrounding spiritual energy surged crazily towards Zhao Muyang, the dark clouds of thunder and calamity formed by the golden elixir began to gather rapidly on the horizon.