The You in My Dreams

"Hmm? The development is a bit off. The secret room plot didn't get a change in cast, did it?"

[Yu Xiaogang is getting desperate, spreading rumors in the city that you two have become lovers.]

[Qian Xunji receives the news and meets you in person; you deny it.]

[Afterward, Yu Xiaogang is expelled from Martial Soul Hall.]

"Interesting, the plot has changed."

[You shift your focus to your disciple. He seems remarkably learned; both his understanding of martial souls and his knowledge regarding them surpass any man you have ever met.]

[In the days that followed, aside from cultivation, you spent your time discussing martial soul theories with your disciple.]

[In the blink of an eye, you are thirty-three. You notice the way your disciple looks at you has changed, yet you pretend to know nothing, remaining as you always have.]

[Your style of dress has changed; it has become daring. When alone with your disciple, you always perform strange actions, and you find yourself enjoying his reactions.]

[One day, you discover your disciple is growing close to a woman who possesses a Blazing Spirit Kite martial soul.]

[You are inexplicably furious. You lash out at him with silk stockings and trample him underfoot. You seem to have lost your sanity, venting your anger like a madwoman.]

[After the lashing, you regret it. Seeing the lacerations on his body, you apologize, yet you catch a flicker of fear in his eyes. In that moment, a thought crosses your mind...]

[Lock him up.]

[You restrain yourself and ultimately do not go through with it. Later, you reconcile with your disciple. He seems to have realized something and begins to probe you, intentionally or otherwise. You half-resist and half-comply, maintaining the facade of a teacher.]

[One day, while you are taking a nap, your disciple suddenly approaches. He caresses you, and you pretend to be asleep.]

[Your disciple suddenly lifts your leg.]

[He has transgressed, and you have transgressed as well, yet you continue to feign sleep.]

[You think that by doing this, you remain teacher and student, and you won't lose the dignity of a teacher.]

[But whether it is day or night, whenever your disciple sees you close your eyes to rest, he becomes very aggressive.]

[You are both angry and enjoying it.]

[Your mindset undergoes some peculiar changes.]

[You secretly prepare some silk stockings and put them on without a word.]

[Seeing your disciple so happy, you are so moved that you shed tears, more and more as time goes by.]

[Your relationship is not permitted within Martial Soul Hall, especially by the Angel Family, who value their reputation. You are terrified of Qian Xunji finding out.]

[A year passes in a flash. Throughout this year, you secretly try anything your disciple likes.]

[Black and white, silk, candles...]

[You even secretly altered a Pope's gown into women's clothing.]

[This year, you break through to become a Title Douluo. To celebrate, your disciple acts as a rebellious student during your coronation ceremony, while Qian Xunji is not looking.]

[You are forced to open your eyes and look at him. Looking at the pride in your disciple's eyes, you are angry and indignant, yet you are helpless to do anything about it.]

[You know that the moment you opened your eyes, your relationship with your disciple changed.]

[Sure enough, in the days that followed, your disciple became very bold.]

[Before, he would only do it when you were pretending to sleep, but now he does it at any time.]

[You appear angry on the surface, but in your heart, you love it. You even want him to be bolder, bold enough to surpass his own teacher.]

[Time flows by in this subtle atmosphere. Qian Xunji suddenly dies, hammered to death by Tang Hao of the Clear Sky Sect. When the news returns, the people of the Worship Hall are enraged, and the Seven Great Pontiffs personally hunt down Tang Hao.]

[Tang Hao falls.]

"Damn, is Qian Daoliu that fierce?"

[The Angel lineage is severed. The Grand Pontiff leads a team to personally wipe out the Clear Sky Sect.]

"Tsk tsk, this is a true Peerless Douluo; no one can withstand the fury of a level ninety-nine.]

[You are appointed in a time of crisis to become the first female Pope of Martial Soul Hall. The Angel Family has no heirs left, and the Grand Pontiff is solely focused on producing a descendant of the Qian family, retreating from the world and never asking about the affairs of Martial Soul Hall again.]

[You also completely let yourself go. Without constraints, you bring your relationship with your disciple into the open. From then on, every corner of Martial Soul Hall bears witness to your affairs.]

[Later, you take in another disciple, a female student. You like her very much and are willing to cultivate her, appointing her as the Saintess, hoping she can protect Martial Soul Hall forever.]

[At thirty-six, you become a Peerless Douluo, standing at the pinnacle of the continent. You originally thought there were no more rivals on the continent and that Martial Soul Hall would prosper forever, but a genius emerged, easily defeating the Saintess and winning the championship of the Spirit Master Tournament. However, you did not take him seriously.]

"He's actually still alive. A bit hard to kill, I see."

[Time passes, and when you are fifty-three, this genius obtains a legendary divine artifact, setting you on a path to death in the name of avenging his father and mother.]

[The Title Douluo of Martial Soul Hall fall one after another, dying at his hands.]

"Is this a case of the calabash brothers delivering themselves to the grandfather?"

[You are level ninety-nine, but even attacking personally, you are no match for him. The opponent's divine artifact has exceeded your understanding.]

"Unpleasant. Where are the Immortal Herb? Where are the opportunities? The Asura inheritance, the Sea God inheritance—how did the opponent end up snatching them all?"

[In the heat of battle, your disciple blocks an attack for you and dies in your arms.]

"That's a blade to the heart."

"Run!"

[You are insane.]

[You mobilized all the power of Martial Soul Hall, spent a year in preparation, and launched an all-out war at the age of fifty-four.]

[But that genius kept inciting public opinion, turning the entire continent against you, labeling you the evil Martial Soul Hall.]

[The Grand Pontiff was pinned to the city wall by a fork-like divine artifact, still worrying about the Angelic Inheritance before he died...]

[Martial Soul Hall ultimately met its demise.]

[You died, passing away before the grave of your own disciple, yet you died with a smile on your face...]

[Dream of Millet!]

"Ah!"

Bibi Dong jolted awake, her exquisite face drenched in cold sweat.

She sat up abruptly, gasping for air.

"Xiao Chen!"

Bibi Dong clutched her chest, feeling an intense discomfort.

It felt as though her heart had been twisted by something.

"Teacher, are you awake?"

"How do you feel?"

Hearing the familiar voice, Bibi Dong suddenly lifted her head, staring at the little figure before her, momentarily stunned.

"Xiao Chen, you, you..."

"Teacher?"

Su Chen reached out and waved his hand in front of Bibi Dong's eyes.

"Is Teacher alright?"

Bibi Dong collected herself and hurriedly shook her head, forcing a smile onto her face: "Your Soul Skill is truly unique. I am a bit tired, you should go back and rest."

"Teacher, you haven't told me how it felt yet? Is this Soul Skill powerful or not?"

Su Chen asked with great curiosity; he had actually experienced it himself.

The immersive sensation—it wasn't just Bibi Dong; even he had become a character within it.

It was just that the story in the dream seemed pre-scripted, impossible to alter, forcing one to follow the narrative to its end.

Even the search for an Immortal Herb was non-existent.

"This..."

"It didn't feel like anything."

"Just a mundane dream."

Bibi Dong's eyes darted away.

After Su Chen left.

She covered her head, tears sliding silently down her face.

She couldn't tell, she couldn't distinguish between reality and the dream.

All she knew was that her heart ached.