He just became the last Celestial Master, and the school beauty is already calling him "Dad&quo

Yu Zixin's voice trembled with fear: "Then... what should I do?"

"Can I stop sleeping from now on?"

Stop talking nonsense.

"Are you trying to die from overwork if you don't sleep?"

As Yang Guang spoke, he pulled a crumpled yellow talisman from his tattered satchel.

"Bear with the pain."

Before Yu Zixin could react, Yang Guang suddenly reached out and, with lightning speed, ripped a long hair from Yu Zixin's head.

"oops!"

Yu Zixin winced in pain, clutching her head and glaring at Yang Guang: "Why did you pull my hair out!"

"Stop yelling."

Yang Guang casually plucked another hair from his messy head.

Then, the two strands of hair were intertwined and tightly wrapped with the yellow talisman.

His fingers folded rapidly, eventually forming a small triangular talisman.

Yang Guang slapped the triangular talisman into Yu Zixin's palm: "Take it."

"After you get home and wash up tonight, before you go to bed, just put this under your pillow."

Yu Zixin clutched the triangular talisman in her palm as if grasping at a lifeline, and nodded vigorously.

"Alright."

"Let's go upstairs quickly."

"Remember, put it under your pillow, don't forget."

Yang Guang waved his hand, watched Yu Zixin walk into the corridor with several glances back, and then turned around and strolled back towards the Office of the Deceased.

……

It was late at night.

In the old residential area, Yu Zixin finished washing up and lay on the bed wearing a conservative set of pure cotton pajamas.

She carefully tucked the triangular symbol right under the pillow.

Close your eyes.

I thought I would be too scared to sleep, but after only two minutes of closing my eyes, a strong feeling of drowsiness swept over me.

When she opened her eyes again, the scenery around her had completely changed.

It was no longer that cramped and small bedroom, but a strange, white space.

A light mist hung in the air, and beneath my feet lay a layer of ethereal clouds.

This is her dream.

Yu Zixin was no stranger to this place; she had come here almost every night during this period.

really.

A few meters ahead, the fog gradually dissipated.

An old man with a full head of silver hair and a long white beard, wearing a tattered gray Taoist robe, was sitting cross-legged on a bluestone slab.

The old man had a kind face and was holding a tattered palm-leaf fan in his hand, which he was idly waving.

Upon seeing Yu Zixin appear, the old man put down his palm-leaf fan and waved with a smile.

"Girl, you've come."

The old man's voice was somewhat aged, but it carried an indescribable kindness.

"We won't learn how to draw talismans today."

"I will teach you a set of calming mantras. This mantra can stabilize your soul and prevent your origin from being disturbed by yin energy when you encounter wandering ghosts in the future."

In the past, Yu Zixin would have obediently walked over, sat down cross-legged, and listened attentively like a model student.

But after hearing Yang Guang's words today, she looked at the old man and felt that his smile hid a knife.

A furnace or cauldron?

Thugs?

Yu Zixin was so frightened that she took half a step back, watching the old man warily, and refused to move forward no matter what.

"Um?"

The old man noticed Yu Zixin's unusual behavior and raised an eyebrow slightly: "Girl, what's wrong with you today?"

"Why aren't you coming?"

"Is something bothering you?"

Yu Zixin bit her lip, unsure how to begin.

Just then, a sudden, cold laugh rang out in this quiet dream space.

"hehe."

"In the middle of the night, instead of hiding in your coffin and sleeping like a ghost, what are you doing, acting like a big bad wolf in my daughter's dream?"

This was accompanied by a blunt and sarcastic remark.

A blinding golden light suddenly exploded behind Yu Zixin!

The golden light dissipated.

A figure dressed in faded sportswear, with hair like a bird's nest and hands in his pockets, appeared out of nowhere in this white, dreamlike world.

It was Yang Guang!

Yang Guang strode confidently past Yu Zixin and walked straight up to the old man.

He tilted his head slightly, his eyes scanning the old man with an air of otherworldly wisdom.

Then, without any hesitation, she launched into a direct attack with a phrase from a national treasure: "Hey!"

"Hey, Deng, who the hell are you?"

Instantly!

The once ethereal dream space instantly fell into a deathly silence.

The old man in the gray robe froze in mid-air, his hand holding the palm-leaf fan still in mid-air.

Those eyes, which had been squinting, suddenly widened the moment they saw Yang Guang, and the pupils even involuntarily contracted.

Yu Zixin breathed a long sigh of relief.

I don't know why, but although Yang Guang usually seems unreliable and even particularly neurotic.

But in such an eerie situation, just Yang Guang standing there inexplicably gave people a strong sense of security.

"Ahem!"

The old man coughed twice, forcibly suppressing the surprise in his eyes.

He looked at Yang Guang, a hint of displeasure in his voice: "Where did this wild brat come from?"

"It's one thing to be ignorant of etiquette, but to spew such foul language is utterly disgraceful!"

"Being able to forcibly enter someone else's nightmare through a medium's spells, it seems you've got some skills, little one."

The old man stood up, put one hand behind his back, and adopted the posture of a superior elder.

"but."

"What business is it of yours if I teach this girl Taoist arts?"

"Go somewhere cool and stay there; don't disturb my pleasure of teaching and answering your questions!"

Oh ho?

Yang Guang was amused.

He pulled his hand out of his pocket, pointed it at the old man's nose, and laughed and scolded, "Teaching and answering questions?"

"You old codger, you've got some nerve!"

"They don't even dare to reveal their lineage or teacher's name, yet they're running some kind of underground, illegal training class here."

"Have you obtained your school operating license?"

"Have you paid your taxes?"

"Are you aware that there's a crackdown on unauthorized tutoring right now?"

A series of probing questions left the old man completely bewildered.

The old man had been in the underworld for so many years; he had never heard such modern talk before.

The old man stared with his weathered eyes, and the tattered palm-leaf fan he was waving stopped.

He sized Yang Guang up and down, his mustache bristling with anger: "You little brat!"

"Talking complete nonsense!"

"What kind of school operating license?"

"For this old man to impart knowledge and skills in this dream is in accordance with the will of Heaven, and it is this girl's destiny!"

Yang Guang pulled his hands out of his pockets, crossed his arms over his chest, and looked disdainful.

"good fortune?"

"To follow the way of Heaven?"

"Come on, you!"

"If you truly follow the will of Heaven, why don't you obediently go to the underworld and line up to be reincarnated?"

"Staying here as a holdout in the middle of the night, and you still have the nerve to talk to me about the laws of nature?"

Yang Guang pointed at the old man's nose and launched into a tirade: "It's just that I ran into you today. If it were the urban management officers, they would have torn down your illegal structure!"