Trouble Comes Knocking

In truth, the night Lin Heima dreamed was the very night the saintess widow Wang Yao'er came knocking to harvest materials.

Li Qingyun guessed that Lin Heima was not the only young man in Little Fortune Alley targeted by Wang Yao'er. There had to be other men who occasionally had similar "sweet dreams."

He estimated that Wang Yao'er had drawn heartblood from her own six sons while so wantonly hunting for cultivation resources in Little Fortune Alley. Her "magic power" must have been nearing the Third Realm of achieving Dao and becoming Immortal.

Something unspeakable might happen next to the six sons of the late Scholar Lin.

Without bearing nine sons in succession, she wanted to attain the Dao. The saintess widow Wang Yao'er would surely have to pay some unknown yet unimaginably cruel price.

Yet Li Qingyun could do nothing about the youth's "lack of restraint."

He took out his silver needles and gave Lin Heima another round of acupuncture, barely using the drifting Yang intent in the void outside to restore some of the youth's vitality.

"Little Black, remember what I told you. You must control yourself. Whether you can live until you come of age at sixteen depends on your willpower. So long as your heart does not stir and you do not sink into it, the nightmare will break apart on its own..."

Amid the thanks of Uncle Lin and his grandson, Li Qingyun earnestly reminded them again and again before finally leaving the Lin Residence with a soft sigh.

In this world, great horrors swallowed the heavens, while lesser demons and monsters ran rampant among mortals, treating ordinary people as human medicine and cultivation materials. For common folk to live out a whole and unbroken life was truly too difficult.

Once outside the Lin Residence,