First Meeting with Qian Renxue, Tang Yuehua's Self-Reproach

Lu Yan followed Tang Yuehua to the empty Training Room. Sandalwood incense curled through the air, making the place even more tranquil.

"Come, Xiao Yan, sit down first." Tang Yuehua gently led him to a seat and took out an exquisite harp. "Before the others arrive, Aunt Yue will teach you some basic finger techniques."

She bent down to demonstrate, a faint fragrance drifting from her hair. Her bearing was so elegant that she seemed untouched by worldly dust.

About fifteen minutes later, the door was gently pushed open.

A youth dressed in splendid robes and possessing a gentle, refined temperament slowly entered.

Tang Yuehua immediately rose and pulled Lu Yan along to bow. "Greetings, His Highness the Crown Prince."

Lu Yan lowered his gaze, but his thoughts had already begun to turn—Xue Qinghe, or rather, Qian Renxue.

What he wanted to see even more was the true face beneath that mask—the appearance of Spirit Hall's Young Master, the most beautiful woman on Douluo Continent.

"Teacher, there is no need for such formality. At Moonlight Pavilion, Qinghe is merely a student." Xue Qinghe's manner was humble, and her gaze soon fell upon Lu Yan. "And this is?"

"This commoner is Lu Yan, the owner of a small shop in Heaven Dou. Greetings, His Highness the Crown Prince."

A shop owner?

Judging by his appearance, Xue Qinghe thought he could not be more than ten years old. Since when had Heaven Dou had such a young shop owner?

Right, there was one. She had nearly forgotten.

A month ago, her subordinates had come to report it. She had originally intended to take a look when she had time, especially because they had claimed it could "fulfill all wishes and imaginings."

That had already piqued her interest, but she had been busy absorbing a Spirit Ring recently and could not spare the time.

Thus, she had never gone.

"You are the owner of 'Heaven'?"

"That is correct," Lu Yan replied.

Xue Qinghe immediately became interested, especially because she truly had a wish she wanted fulfilled, one she dreamed of realizing.

Only... even in her dreams, she was still so unkind, so vicious, so hateful, treating her as a dirty thing.

Class was about to begin, so Xue Qinghe did not speak with him further. However, she made up her mind to have a proper conversation with him later.

After that, more and more people arrived.

Once class began,

Lu Yan found it increasingly boring. Knowledge-based lessons, especially, felt like a waste of time to study in reality.

It was far quicker to enter a dream for one night.

Fortunately, Tang Yuehua was a good teacher. She devoted herself to every student and did not keep her eye solely on him.

That gave him time to slack off. Lu Yan circulated his cultivation method and cultivated his Soul Power.

When class finally ended, Xue Qinghe took the initiative to approach him.

"Lu Yan, I am quite curious. How exactly do you make people immerse themselves in dreams? Could it be that you peer into the dreams of all living beings and paint those dreams like an artist?"

She had too many secrets. How could she easily allow someone to enter her dream?

"Your Highness jests," Lu Yan answered calmly. "I merely draw forth the deepest desires in every person's heart."

Dream Entry was an innate ability of the Dream Butterfly Martial Soul, and it was far too shocking to reveal.

Dreams might be false, but memories were real.

Everyone in this world had secrets they did not wish others to know. Once they were discovered, who would still come to him for Dream Entry?

"So that is how it is." Xue Qinghe smiled and nodded. "Another day, I will definitely visit and experience for myself what 'Heaven' truly is."

"This commoner will await Your Highness."

At noon.

After eating, Tang Yuehua brought Lu Yan to her own room.

There was not the slightest hint of impropriety in it.

Everyone at Moonlight Pavilion knew that she favored Lu Yan greatly and wished to take him in as her disciple.

"Xiao Yan, let Aunt Yue get a good sleep."

Her tone carried an imperceptible dependence. She had not entered a dream these past few days, and it had left her restless, her heart itching as though a cat were scratching at it.

Lu Yan walked to one side and first lit a stick of Calming Incense. When he turned around, he saw Tang Yuehua sitting at the edge of the bed, bending down to remove her shoes.

Elegantly freeing her Jade Feet from silver hollowed-out High Heels, she revealed the Thin Silk covering them. The skin on the tops of her feet was faintly visible beneath the light, while her full, rounded Toes rested quietly within the stockings.

Tang Yuehua lifted the covers, braced herself with her buttocks, and slightly raised her legs before placing them onto the bed one after another. Her skirt lifted slightly, revealing a stretch of fair skin sharply distinct from the Black Silk extending five inches above her knees.

Lu Yan could not help activating his Purple Demon Eyes. His vision sharpened, and he even caught sight of the snowy skin cinched between the Black and White Intertwined colors.

The sight vanished in an instant.

"Xiao Yan, what are you waiting for? Come over quickly." Tang Yuehua leaned against the headboard and called to him elegantly.

She did not notice the Purple Light faintly flickering in Lu Yan's eyes.

"Coming." Lu Yan put away the incense and stood by the bed. Tang Yuehua had already lain down, her eyes half-closed like a Sleeping Beauty. Only her Trembled Eyelashes showed that she was still awake.

Lu Yan looked down at Tang Yuehua.

Even covered by the Brocade Quilt, her curvaceous figure could not be concealed. The Snowy Face left exposed had not been robbed of beauty by time; instead, time had left behind a mature charm.

She was a peach that had long since ripened.

Jade Feet, the beauty of Black and White Intertwined colors—scene after scene lingered in his mind.

After consuming Whale Rubber for years, though it had been meant to strengthen his body, his physique had developed especially fiercely as well.

Lu Yan gazed deeply at her and did not act for a long time, until Tang Yuehua, drowsy beneath the effects of the Calming Incense, murmured indistinctly:

"Xiao Yan, haven't you started yet?"

Her elegance was gone, replaced by languid laziness.

"Right away."

Lu Yan came back to himself and circulated the Mysterious Heaven Skill once. The Dream Butterfly Martial Soul bloomed, and under his control, his Spiritual Power entered Tang Yuehua's body.

Soon, Tang Yuehua revealed a sweet smile and gradually drifted into sleep.

Looking at her peaceful Sleeping Face, Lu Yan's gaze remained clear.

This deepening dependence was exactly what he wanted. When Tang Yuehua had completely fallen into it, it would be time to cast the net.

But first, he would get in touch with her in the dream.

Lu Yan lay down on the bed. He would not mistreat himself.

Together, they entered the dream and fell into the same dreamscape.

Half an Hour later.

Lu Yan woke first. Seeing that Tang Yuehua's posture had not changed much from before she fell asleep, he was not surprised.

He had not gone too far just now. He had behaved himself.

When raising fish, one had to proceed step by step. Scaring them away would not be worth it.

Lu Yan glanced around the room. The incense had burned out. Suddenly, he curled his lips into a smile, sat by the bed, and lay his head against the bedside, pretending to be asleep.

A few breaths later.

Tang Yuehua woke up. Her eyes were still hazy with sleep, and all she saw before her was black. Looking closer, she realized it was Lu Yan's Black Hair.

She propped herself up.

Looking at the youth lying by the bed, Tang Yuehua felt an incomparably genuine tenderness rise within her heart.

During this time, she had seemed to treat Lu Yan very well, but only she knew that she merely valued his talent and his ability to let her return to the past in dreams. The part of her that truly wanted to treat him well probably accounted for only one-tenth of it.

Just like now.

She had only cared about sleeping well herself and neglected Xiao Yan, making him rest while lying there. He certainly could not have rested well in that position.

Xiao Yan treated her so well, yet she had only regarded him as... a tool.

How could she... how could she be so vicious?

Tang Yuehua was filled with remorse. During these years in Heaven Dou, she had already become the very person she had once never wanted to become.

Black Hair swayed.

Tang Yuehua noticed the movement and composed her emotions.

"Aunt Yue, did you sleep well?" Lu Yan raised his head and asked.

Boom!!!

Tang Yuehua felt as if a Sharp Sword had pierced her heart. Her blood seemed to stop flowing, and her mind buzzed.

Xiao Yan... the first thing he said after waking up... was actually, "Aunt Yue, did you sleep well?"