You Can Have Anything in Dreams, But Waking Up Is Even More Exciting!

Inside the room.

Feng Yun stared at the ceramic bowl in front of him, his expression as solemn as if he were admiring a peerless treasure.

Inside the bowl was a lump of melted, gluey substance, amber in color, its surface gleaming with an oily sheen.

When scooped up with a spoon, it could pull into long strands, giving off an indescribably fishy smell.

This was the whale glue he had gotten from his cheap old dad, Feng Bailong.

And it was thousand-year whale glue at that.

"I got it that smoothly?" Feng Yun could hardly believe it himself.

He still remembered the scene when he went to find Feng Bailong.

He had only just finished saying, "I want thousand-year, ten-thousand-year whale glue."

A visible crack had appeared on Feng Bailong's face, which was usually expressionless all year round.

His gaze had turned strange, his breathing unsteady, and the corner of his mouth seemed to twitch.

"You... what do you want whale glue for?" Feng Bailong's voice had been very subtle.

At the time, Feng Yun had looked utterly righteous. "Training. Strengthening my physique."

Feng Bailong had fallen silent for a long time.

So long that Feng Yun had almost thought his thoughts had been seen through.

In the end, Feng Bailong had only said, "The sect treasury only has thousand-year ones. I'll help you get ten-thousand-year ones later."

Then he had found a fire-attribute soul master to melt the whale glue and hand it to him.

Feng Yun had grabbed the bowl and run, not even looking back.

Thinking back on it now, his old dad's gaze had been really off.

"Forget it. I'm not thinking about it."

Feng Yun shook his head and took a deep breath. "Time to eat!"

He picked up the bowl, closed his eyes, opened his mouth, and poured it in.

The whale glue was slippery in his mouth, carrying a strong fishy stench and a faint saltiness.

The texture was extremely subtle.

Feng Yun forcibly endured the urge to retch and swallowed it all down in several gulps.

"Burp!"

He burped and wiped his mouth.

"It feels like... nothing's happening?"

The moment the words left his mouth.

Boom—

A surge of heat suddenly exploded from his lower abdomen, rushing wildly along his meridians toward every limb and bone.

That heat was as violent as a thousand-year soul beast that had broken free of its reins.

Everywhere it passed, his blood vessels bulged, his skin flushed red, and every pore sprayed out hot air.

"Holy shit!"

Feng Yun only had time to curse those two words before he felt as if someone had smashed him over the head with a club.

His eyes rolled back, and he collapsed straight onto the bed.

Before losing consciousness, he actually thought of a major embarrassment from his previous life: he hadn't had time to delete his browser history!

Night deepened.

Inside the ring, Yun Yun was meditating with her eyes closed.

Her soul body glowed faintly green, quietly floating within the space of the ring.

Her soul had been injured too severely, and each time she appeared, it consumed a large amount of soul power.

So most of the time, she chose to rest and recover inside the ring.

"Mm..."

A strange, low moan entered her ears.

Yun Yun's brows shifted slightly, but she did not open her eyes.

The sound continued, intermittent, suppressed, and uncomfortable.

Yun Yun opened her eyes, a trace of doubt flashing through them.

Her soul perception was extremely weak now, so she could not directly see the situation outside from within the ring.

After hesitating for a moment, she decided to appear and inspect it.

Green light flashed.

Yun Yun's soul body emerged from the ring.

Then she froze.

On the bed, Feng Yun's skin was flushed an unnatural red all over, his whole body like a boiled shrimp.

His eyes were tightly shut, his brows locked together, his mouth slightly open as he twisted his body unconsciously.

Sweat had soaked through his clothes, and the bedsheets were rubbed into a wrinkled mess.

"Feng Yun?"

Yun Yun's gaze abruptly contracted, and she quickly stepped forward to check his condition.

Just as she reached the bedside, a hand suddenly shot out and clamped tightly around her arm.

Yun Yun stared blankly.

She was in a soul-body state?

But before that thought could finish turning over in her mind, Feng Yun's entire body pressed tightly against her.

His two short arms locked around her waist.

"Feng Yun?!"

Yun Yun instinctively tried to break free, only to find that those hands were shockingly strong.

The next second, Feng Yun began writhing restlessly against her.

Yun Yun's entire face turned visibly red at a speed the eye could see.

"Feng Yun!"

But this boy's strength while unconscious was absurdly great, and Yun Yun's soul body was rubbed until it rippled faintly.

She lowered her head and looked at the little thing making trouble in her arms.

His brows were tightly knitted together, his lips pressed into a thin line, his expression both pained and aggrieved.

She suddenly calmed down.

Feng Yun probably was not pretending.

He truly had lost consciousness.

Feng Yun's twisted expression softened her heart, and she stopped struggling.

"Forget it. He's still a child, after all."

She stiffly placed her hand on Feng Yun's back and patted it gently.

"It's all right now..."

Her voice was still cool, but the end of it carried a trace of tenderness almost too faint to notice.

Feng Yun seemed to sense something, and the movements of his body gradually slowed.

But his hands still clutched her clothes tightly, refusing to let go no matter what.

Yun Yun lowered her head and looked at him, the roots of her ears faintly red.

The next day.

The morning sunlight pierced through the window paper and fell across Feng Yun's face.

He shot up from the bed, gasping for breath.

His forehead was covered in cold sweat, and his back was drenched.

Then he lowered his head.

"Whew..."

Feng Yun let out a long breath.

His whole body collapsed back onto the bed, and he raised his hand and slapped himself across the face.

Smack!

Clear and loud.

I really am a degenerate.

He covered his face, his tone filled with self-loathing and guilt.

Last night's dream had been far too intense.

So intense that he did not even dare recall it in detail, afraid he would lose control.

What exactly had happened in the dream?

Feng Yun sat up through gritted teeth and jabbed a finger at himself in the mirror.

What are you thinking!

"That's your master! Your master you only just acknowledged! You formally bowed to her as your teacher!"

He pointed at himself in the mirror, furious at his own failure to live up to expectations.

"She's so aloof, so dignified, so beautiful... so..."

Yun Yun's aloof, breathtakingly beautiful face surfaced in his mind.

Feng Yun felt his heart skip a beat.

Then he slapped himself again.

"Yun'er, why are you cursing yourself for no reason?"

A cool, clear voice suddenly came from beside him.

Feng Yun nearly sprang off the bed.

He turned his head and looked.

At some point, Yun Yun had emerged from the ring and was standing quietly by the bed, watching him.

Her black hair flowed like a waterfall, her long dress was patterned with cloud motifs, and her features were cool and aloof, just as usual.

Those eyes were calm as water.

But beneath that water, there seemed to be something subtle hidden.

"Ma, ma, master!"

Feng Yun stammered, guilty as could be.

He subconsciously looked toward Yun Yun's body.

The image in his mind immediately overlapped with last night's dream.

"Gulp!"

He could not help swallowing.

The sound was especially loud in the quiet room.

Yun Yun keenly caught his gaze, and her ears reddened slightly.

She hurriedly cleared her throat, put on a stern expression, and changed the subject. "What happened last night? Why did you lose consciousness?"

When she said the words "last night," her voice unconsciously paused for the slightest moment.

Feng Yun froze, then slapped his forehead. "Right! It was whale glue!"

He remembered.

Yesterday, he had swallowed the thousand-year whale glue, then grown unbearably hot, and after that he knew nothing.

"Whale glue?"

Yun Yun's brows furrowed slightly.

"It's a kind of heavenly treasure that can improve physical constitution."

Feng Yun explained, "It comes from whale-type soul beasts. After taking it, it can temper the body and strengthen the physique."

"I asked Father for it, thinking it could speed up my cultivation."

Yun Yun came to a sudden understanding.

So his strange state last night had been caused by eating whale glue.

Without showing anything, she asked, "Does that thing have any side effects after being eaten?"

"Uh, it doesn't really count as a side effect."

If he had to put it that way, the warming and nourishing effect of whale glue was extremely strong.

"Maybe for a body my age, it was too nourishing."

Feng Yun scratched his head, somewhat embarrassed. "I didn't expect my whole body to heat up after eating it, and then I lost consciousness."

An aphrodisiac?

Yun Yun's expression stiffened slightly.

The image of Feng Yun hugging her and wriggling against her last night surfaced in her mind again.

No wonder Feng Yun had turned into a little pervert.

So it really was because of that whale glue.