I was puzzled. I remembered the female lay disciple from the orthodox Daoist sect, but she was gone now, and there was no one nearby whom I could ask. All I could do was let out a deep sigh.
I had no shortage of close friends, yet none of them knew the first thing about cultivation. Senior Brother Hai was a Rogue Cultivator, while the Yin-Yang Family's lineage had gone entirely in the direction of escape. His cultivation had only reached the Dao-Seeking Stage, and he had even left his cultivation manuals in the mortal world. There was nothing he could find about heart demons.
Besides, my heart demon seemed different. It could emerge and mock me while I was still in the Dao-Seeking Stage. If I reached the Dao-Entering Stage, wouldn't it be able to come looking for a fight?
My heart trembled with fear. Seeing that it was still early, I took out a cinnabar brush and quickly drew a Spirit-Passing Talisman. I bit the tip of my tongue and sprayed a mouthful of vital blood onto the paper talisman. Once it was complete, I stuck it to my chest.
"Jiang Han, Song Wanyi, go outside and protect me. While you're at it, digest the disharmony caused by yesterday's upgrade. I'm going to enter a dream for a while. If it lasts more than five hours, remember to wake me." After instructing the ghost generals, I lay down on the stone bed.
"Oh. Then, Big Brother, can I sleep with you?" Xijun asked playfully.
"You go too. Go play with Wang Yan." I refused her. I was going to see my wife, not go out to buy groceries.
Xijun pouted, looking as though she might cry. I couldn't bring myself to ignore her, so I signaled the well-behaved