These fairies want me to deal with them every day.

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The weather gradually darkened, and Lu Qingyan hadn't even had a break these past few days.

Seeing the darkness ahead, Lu Qingyan finally decided to take a short rest.

She sat quietly by a peaceful tree.

He closed his eyes slightly to rest, but he wasn't actually asleep. In this environment, like in a sect, falling into a deep sleep would be suicidal. No matter how skilled a person is, they wouldn't be able to react so sharply and accurately in a sudden dangerous situation.

So she could only choose to take a short nap to regain her senses.

The fact that no special traces were left by the boy on the road proves that he was at least not in great danger.

Lu Qingyan slowly closed her eyes.

Listening to the occasional chirping of insects around her, she knew that on such a night, all the starlight was overhead.

I remembered a story from a long time ago.

Before he had completed his apprenticeship, before he had become the master of Xiaoyuan Peak, and before he had become an elder of Yuanjian Sect.

It seemed to be the same night, with a biting cold wind, noisy insects chirping, and stars shining brightly overhead.

She was confessed to by a fellow disciple who wanted to become her Daoist partner.

She was indeed very young at that time, and it's hard to say she was experiencing first love.

However, this incident caused a stir, because it was the first time in Lu Qingyan's life that she began to fantasize about what the man who would accompany her in the future would be like.

That senior brother didn't have any qualities that I liked, and I even quickly forgot what he looked like.

But she did think about what the future would hold.

Will I grow to the level my master expects? Will my future be one of extraordinary success or just another ordinary person? Just like those vivid and real examples of those who gave up halfway.

Will a man appear in the future that I don't dislike, or even like, and stay by my side, doing everything we should do together?

At that time, it seemed that there was no accurate image yet; it seemed to be just a vague figure. What should it look like in one's imagination?

Tall? dashing? Or highly capable? Or exceptionally intelligent? Or romantic and humorous?

In fact, Lu Qingyan has almost forgotten everything now, and she doesn't even remember what standards she set for herself back then.

But when I think of this topic again, it seems that everything is filled with his image.

He is definitely intelligent and extremely talented. Although he is a bit glib and has a lot of bad intentions, he always knows how to put himself at ease, how to move himself, and how to make himself feel safe when he is insecure.

So, it seems that what I was thinking back then doesn't matter anymore. What shape was my dream back then...? Now I know, when it appeared, it already took its own form.

She began to overflow with her limited compassion, bringing him to Xiaoyuan Peak of the Yuanjian Sect. His persistence made him her disciple, and his sensitivity, his perseverance, and his foolish yet endearing appearance made him her beloved student.

And now, she has become her own one and only.

What we went through—whether it was more bitterness, pain, entanglement, or sweetness—doesn't seem to matter that much.

The important thing is that she has made up her mind. No matter what, no matter how others think, no matter what happens, she will do everything she can to be with him. She must be with him.

She closed her eyes, her consciousness becoming hazy.

It felt as if my consciousness was falling into an endless, bottomless abyss.

This seemed like a normal thing... but gradually Lu Qingyan sensed that something was wrong.

She seemed to see a faint glimmer of light.

It wasn't light, it was a pair of eyes!

A pair of unsettling eyes, gleaming with a dim, yellowish light, seemed to be staring at you from the depths of an abyss.

Those eyes made her feel extremely uncomfortable. Being looked at by him, Lu Qingyan felt as if she had nowhere to hide and nowhere to escape.

But the other person just kept staring at him.

Lu Qingyan felt increasingly uneasy. She felt that she might be dreaming, but she couldn't seem to wake up from this dream.

What exactly is this?

Who is he? Why is he looking at me...?

When Lu Qingyan couldn't speak and couldn't wake up from her sleep.

A deep, resonant voice came from behind.

"You have good talent. Would you like to be my servant?"

He asked this question...

Lu Qingyan felt confused when she heard these words, but she only had one answer in her heart.

I will not be anyone's servant... no matter who the other party is.

She didn't say anything, but the owner of those eyes seemed to be able to see through her thoughts.

"Is that so? Then you shall become my sacrifice."

What kind of offering...who exactly is he?

Lu Qingyan was filled with doubt and surprise.

"Don't try to guess who I am. I am someone you can't even imagine. I can give you everything: power, immortality, and even a status you can't even dream of. This is your last chance. Do you want to serve me?"

Lu Qingyan was trying to resist the pressure that the other person in the dream was putting on her.

She truly didn't know who the other person was, what they wanted to do, or even whether they were good or evil.

But at this moment, she thought, if it were Wei Tu... would he agree to the other party's request under such circumstances because of his own predicament?

Without realizing it, the boy's behavior seemed to have become the standard he used as a role model. For a moment, he couldn't figure out who his mentor really was.

However, Lu Qingyan knew that he would never make that choice.

Therefore, she wouldn't make that choice.

So what should we do?

What should we do at this moment...?

Should she continue this endless, head-on confrontation? Absolutely not. She doesn't know what's going on outside.

She needed to escape this bizarre dream as quickly as possible.

but……

"Don't even think about it, you can't get out of here, I told you."

He is still seeing through his own thoughts.

However, Lu Qingyan was no longer afraid. Since she could be seen through, so be it. The fact that the other party hadn't attacked her meant that he wouldn't destroy her so easily in this dream.

There's only one possibility... he needs to meet some condition, and that condition might require him to submit to his own inner desires...

Suddenly, Lu Qingyan seemed to understand the reason why the other party had always asked her to become his servant.

Those dim, yellowish eyes seemed to flicker for a moment.

"You're very clever... but even if you know, what can you do? You've been chosen by me, it's your honor, why think about how to get rid of it? Once I descend upon your so-called Immortal Continent, this opportunity will be gone forever. Stop struggling, there's nothing you can do."

Is there no other way?

There must be a way...

Lu Qingyan stopped trying to analyze the information in the other person's words.

She just wanted to get out; she was sure she could find a way.

I will never give up... Wei Tu has made so many efforts for himself. He reshaped his sword bones, allowing him to reach the God-Gazing Realm more quickly.

How can I be powerless because of such a small predicament?

“Wei Tu? Heh... I know this kid... but he can't save you, at least not now.”

Lu Qingyan took a deep breath, even though she couldn't feel her own body, or even where she was in this abyss.

But she knew she was definitely not powerless.

She was searching, searching for a sword.

My sword... is no longer the same sword it used to be...

It's... his own sword bone!

A beam of blue light suddenly appeared, clashing against the opponent's dim yellow eyes.

"This is……"

Lu Qingyan took a deep breath; she was practically exhausting herself.

But she still managed to do it; she saw her own palm and then grasped the blue light.

That is one's own sword, one's own sword essence, one's own way of the sword.