Fairy, dreams shouldn't be taken seriously.

Li Hanqiu picked up a few pieces, examined them carefully, and tried several times, but to no avail.

"Never mind, let's talk about it later," Fan Zui sighed helplessly.

I really don't understand what this thing is for.

“They appear to be scattered; perhaps we need to put them together to discover their secrets,” Li Yunrui speculated.

How can we achieve unity?

"..."

"How did your trip to the secret realm go?"

Li Hanqiu sat down beside him and asked about the secret realm.

The situation just now was a bit awkward, and the dream wouldn't end anytime soon, so I needed to find something to do and something to talk about.

Otherwise it would be quite awkward.

"Not bad, we've made it out of the Sea of ​​Death."

Li Hanqiu glanced at him in surprise. So fast?

Well, once the secret realm ends, she can investigate who entered the Sea of ​​Death this time.

Who are the people who survived the Sea of ​​Death?

This narrows down the possibilities considerably...

Fan Zui also realized that he seemed to have said the wrong thing.

"..."

This woman is definitely dangerous with her breasts!

“Didn’t you create your own technique last time? How about we have a spar?” Li Hanqiu suggested.

She wanted to test and figure out his tricks and strategies, but this woman always acted unpredictably.

"No need, let's focus on our cultivation tonight."

"Double cultivation?"

"You dare!" Fan Zui was almost at his wit's end with this witch.

She's like a bottomless pit; no matter how you explore, you can never reach the bottom.

"What do I have to be afraid of? If you hadn't interrupted us, we might already be doing *that* by now."

"???"

It's still his fault in the relationship.

I don't know what this woman is thinking about all day long.

Don't forget the surprises for Chinese New Year!

"You scared me so much tonight that I forgot everything."

The witch smiled sinisterly, "You don't want me to find something to do every time I enter your dreams, do you?"

"!!!"

Chapter 182 [The Witch's Anticipation of an Encounter]

The two spent the rest of their time practicing dual cultivation.

Having learned that cultivation could be done in dreams, and that it was several times faster than in the outside world, and that there were other unknown benefits, the witch cherished her time cultivating in dreams.

The two cultivate together, complementing each other, and their progress is even faster.

Her skill level had reached a bottleneck, and she had been unable to find a breakthrough opportunity.

Perhaps she could achieve a breakthrough in her dreams, and she was naturally unwilling to give up such a great opportunity.

Spiritual practice cannot be forced; it requires gradual accumulation.

The ladder to the clouds is a mysterious and profound place, a realm that cannot be attained through mere hard work, yet without hard work, it is absolutely impossible.

For practitioners, time always passes very quickly.

Before they knew it, the dream was about to end, and the two opened their eyes at the same time.

Their eyes were clear and pure, and at this moment, their gazes were so innocent and beautiful, without the slightest impurity.

In this life, it is inevitable to have desires, which leads to impure and impure thoughts.

The dream-based spiritual practice allowed the two to enter a profound and mysterious state, where they could communicate their thoughts and experience profound peace.

This state is excellent; both mind and intention are exceptionally pure.

This is the optimal state for spiritual practice.

"Dual cultivation seems pretty good..." The witch rubbed her shoulder, marveling at the beauty of the moment.

She is extremely talented, her cultivation is smooth, and she often has sudden enlightenment.

But I have never experienced such a serene and ethereal state of cultivation.

It is truly rare to have a mind free of distractions, focused solely on spiritual practice, with no other thoughts.

The castle in the air, having found a foothold, will not collapse; it is stable and ethereal.

"It really feels comfortable!"

Fan Zui reflected on his cultivation just now, and perhaps this was the most precious aspect of dream cultivation.

The wonders of dreams were so profound that he had never been able to fully grasp them; even now, he had only touched the tip of the iceberg.

It seems that if he has the time, he still needs to spend more time studying dreams.

This is his secret weapon; exploring its depth and ingenious applications is what he should be doing most.

This will also greatly help to enhance our strength.

"The depths of this secret realm are fraught with danger; please be careful."

The witch still remembered to give her instructions.

The dream ended, and the two parted ways.

imperial capital.

Night fell, and darkness enveloped the surroundings.

The drizzle continued to fall on the street, making a soft, pattering sound.

The brightly lit shops appeared hazy and mysterious through the wet rain.

Pedestrians hurried along, crawling forward in the rain with their umbrellas up.

The raindrops cast a faint glow on their heads, reflecting a serene atmosphere.

The wet streets reflected the dim yellow light of the streetlights, casting long shadows of pedestrians, as if they were walking amidst the everyday life of ordinary people.

The light rain pattered gently on the rooftops and ground of the buildings, as if playing a soft melody.

Raindrops danced and pounded on the silent street, bringing a sense of tranquility and peace.

The trees on the street corner were washed clean and clear by the rain, with glistening water droplets remaining on their branches and leaves, shimmering with a faint light.

The night wind rustled the rain-drenched leaves, creating a soft, rustling sound that seemed to blend into the sound of the rain.

In the darkness of the capital city, the gentle drizzle added a touch of tranquility to the urban landscape.

As people walk on the wet streets, they feel this unique beauty, as if they have entered a quiet and gentle dream.

The observatory is located a thousand meters underground, in a small world.

Li Hanqiu slowly opened her eyes from the bed, her hazy gaze sweeping across the room before finally settling on the raindrops outside the window.

The light rain falls gently, accompanied by a soft, rhythmic sound, as if the sky is singing softly.

She gazed thoughtfully out the window, her thoughts drifting with the raindrops. In this tranquil moment, her reflections began to surface.

Reflecting on the past, she couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

However, suddenly, she felt a sharp pain.

She instinctively touched her shoulder and unexpectedly discovered a tooth mark.

With a wave of his hand, a mirror appeared before him.

She stared at herself in the mirror in surprise, a mix of emotions welling up inside her.

Those teeth marks reminded her of what happened last night.

They embraced passionately in bed, their love intertwined.

The tooth mark left on his lips seemed to be evidence of their love.

The tooth mark warmed her heart, but it also sparked deeper reflections.

She stared at the teeth marks, memories of the wonderful times they had spent together flashing through her mind.

She recalled their meeting, their getting to know each other, and now... their love.