After the time travel, my cheat program disappeared.

The only thing that Xiaxia found unusual was the current environment and her own state.

Xiaxia doesn't have a character attribute panel, so she can't see her own status.

The "Seventeen-Year Cicada" technique, which is nurtured by the master's words while the student is asleep, is also a technique that operates entirely passively.

Xiaxia didn't even know how to stop the "Seventeen-Year Cicada".

This creates another misconception for the girl.

The world moves slowly, but I move very fast.

So much so that when the girl pulled her hand back and pinched herself, the slight pain seemed to be delayed and become long, just like the slow-moving world.

All these inconsistencies led Xiaxia to a bold conjecture—

I'm still dreaming.

I haven't woken up yet.

Another "obvious" reason that supports the girl's conjecture is the bedding.

The bedding, which seemed to seal her inside, reminded Xiaxia of something else... the embrace of her unscrupulous older sister.

Only when my older sister is being naughty or when both of them are asleep.

That's why they hugged themselves so tightly, and couldn't break free.

Perhaps... that's why the bedding seems to contain the comforting scent of my sister's hair.

Therefore, everything before my eyes is a dream.

squeak-

Accompanied by that familiar, nostalgic sound of a door opening, the door to the room was carefully pushed open.

Xiaxia turned her gaze toward the doorway.

Standing behind the dazzling path of light... who else could it be but the older sister?

What Xiaxia didn't expect was that... the sister in her dream wasn't the one who "spends ten years honing a sword, and when it is drawn, its light shines across nineteen provinces," the one who shone like the sun and moon, the one who inspired genuine admiration.

Instead... it's a little further forward.

The older sister has no cultivation level yet.

Xiaxia misses those days.

She misses the world of the Shi family, a world that only included herself and her older sister, and at most, the world of her sister Qianrou, with whom she occasionally exchanged letters.

A pair of beautiful, bright eyes.

Xiaxia looked at Shi Yan, who stood at the door, possessing no cultivation but dressed in a stunningly beautiful dress.

really--

This is a dream...

Only the sister in my dreams would wear a dress and have no cultivation.

"hateful……"

At this point, the girl began to "hate" the blankets that had sealed her up so tightly.

Standing at the doorway, Shi Yan looked at Xia Xia, who looked pitiful and like a cute little fish being slaughtered on a chopping board, wagging her "tail".

A slight thought.

The array of spells laid out on the bedding was untied.

She didn't intend to make things difficult for Xiaxia.

The binding force of that array was so weak that it was at most equivalent to a few intertwined ropes.

With Xia Xia's cultivation level, breaking free would be no problem at all.

However... Shi Yan did not expect that girls could be so cute and adorable.

Suddenly, a small, pale hand emerged from under the covers.

Xiaxia felt... that she was free.

Although the wind was a bit cold, it was nothing compared to the temptation of my older sister.

The girl looked at Shi Yan and blinked her eyes.

in case……

If this is a dream...

She suddenly wanted to be a little more unrestrained.

Clutching the blankets in front of her, the girl swayed as she tried to get out of bed.

Shi Yan hurriedly stepped forward to help Xia Xia up.

Xiaxia has just woken up from her deep sleep.

But... to Shi Yan's surprise, Xia Xia unexpectedly grabbed his wrist.

"like……"

"If this is a dream."

"My sister should listen to me too..."

"A dream?" Shi Yan was stunned for a moment, but then he immediately understood—the little fool in front of him hadn't woken up yet.

She turned her head to look outside the door.

A pair of crimson eyes gazed intently into the room. The girl, carrying a wooden tub filled with hot water, slowly retreated and closed the door.

"now……"

"Now……"

"My sister belongs to me alone." The girl's voice seemed to carry a slightly sticky, coquettish tone.

This time, you can take the initiative!

Clang clang clang—

The sound of ice axes striking the ice echoed across the snow-capped peaks of Frostbear Valley.

Shi Yan swung his ice axe with all his might.

Wiping non-existent sweat from her forehead, she glanced at the pile of ice blocks beside her... each one containing a woman's radiant figure.

Hmm...that's right, she's here to poach Mo Shu.

Or rather—

It's Yun Susu.

How exactly did Yun Susu gradually grow into Mo Shu?

The teacher said he didn't know.

Perhaps it's the passage of time.

The long years will eventually change everything, turning a pure girl who stuttered when she spoke into the "unscrupulous" person she is today.

Only—

Shi Yan glanced at the gently undulating mountains with some disdain.

Some things cannot be changed even by the passage of time.

The woman frozen in the ice before him was the wine drinker who had led his former master's words to his destiny, and also the rebellious disciple who served "himself" a thousand years ago.

If we had just let Jun Qianrou dig it out, it might have been faster.

After all... this entire glacier is actually a seal formed by Jun Qianrou's laws.

However... Shi Yan, who had just become the leader of Li Hentian, slightly lost control of his strength after carrying Jun Qianrou back.

Even Jun Qianrou, who has ascended to the celestial realm, is still resting.

Even Wenren Ermo, who rushed to provide support after hearing the news, was unable to withstand the attack.

They are still recuperating for the time being.

Shi Yan, who had nowhere else to channel his enthusiasm, could only go up the mountain to chisel ice.

Shi Yan looked at the tavern owner under the deep blue ice in front of him.

To be honest, most of these guys' deaths were quite pleasing to the eye.

Her exposed arms, shoulders, and thighs were covered in fair skin, and her skirt, billowing in the glacier, was like a painting, making her look like a group of bright red rose fairies sleeping in the ice.

In layman's terms... while it's hot...

Just kidding.

It would probably be quite amusing to move back and open a museum dedicated to the landlady of a pub.

Taking Mo Shu to see the scene of your own death might be unexpectedly interesting.

Anyway, these ice bricks, which were created by the first-generation demon lord of the Ascension Realm, are not so easy to melt. If we move them back, they will probably be quite cool in the summer.

Especially... Shi Yan looked at the last one in front of him, Mo Shu.

The woman was frozen in deep blue ice.

His staggering posture made it seem as if he had just been shot in the chest with an arrow.

She stretched out her hand, her wrist was fair and white, and it seemed as if she was holding something in her hand.

Despite her clearly injured and defeated appearance, she had a smile on her lips, a smile of confidence that she had the victory in her grasp.

Shi Yan had seen that final scene.

She lost...

But she won decisively.

Mo Shu, using herself as a shield, exhausted everything to lock away the Demon Lord of a previous life, whom even the Fairy of Yaotai could not lock away a thousand years ago.