Sleeping for Three Days Before Leaving the Mountains: My Identity as a Sixteen-Year-Old Great Dou Master Stunned Little Fairy!

"I happened to find this in a hidden cave dwelling deep within the Magic Beast Mountain Range."

Leaning casually against the back of his chair, An Yi said, "This thing is all about making poisons and using them. It's so useless to me that it'd be too hard even for wiping my ass. Since you've studied poisons so much for self-defense, I'll give you this poison scripture. It should be a huge help to you."

Little Fairy clutched the scroll tightly, her hands trembling slightly.

With her knowledge, she could naturally tell at a glance that the value of this poison scripture was immeasurable!

Her expression became extremely unnatural as she bit her red lip and looked at An Yi. "This... is too precious. Are you really just giving it to me so casually?"

Resting his chin on one hand, An Yi once again revealed that signature roguish grin and leaned forward slightly.

"So? Do you feel the urge to offer yourself to me now?"

"You...!"

The blush on Little Fairy's face instantly spread to the tips of her ears.

Her gaze darted away in panic, avoiding An Yi's intensely aggressive stare. Yet this time, she did not call him a pervert again.

She carefully tucked the Seven-Colored Poison Scripture close against her chest, then abruptly stood up and stammered, "I-I'll go get you some pastries from the kitchen!"

With that, she fled the room in a flustered little jog like a startled rabbit.

Watching Little Fairy run off in embarrassment, An Yi could not help but chuckle.

He did not continue teasing her. Instead, he turned his gaze toward the wooden bed in the room, covered in soft, clean bedding.

An intense wave of drowsiness washed over him like a tide.

He had not properly slept in a real "bed" for an entire year!

During that year in the Magic Beast Mountain Range, he had hovered at death's door every day, his mind stretched to the limit.

Today, he had not only enjoyed a comfortable hot bath but also eaten his fill. Now that he finally relaxed, exhaustion so overwhelming it felt capable of swallowing him whole instantly flooded over him.

"Whatever. No matter how big heaven and earth are, sleep comes first..."

An Yi rubbed his heavy eyelids, walked straight to the bed, and threw himself onto it with a thud. The moment his head touched the pillow, fragrant with a faint girlish scent, he fell into a deep sleep.

Before long, Little Fairy returned quietly, carrying a plate of delicate pastries and a pot of freshly brewed flower tea.

The instant she entered, she saw An Yi sprawled across her bed in the shape of a large character, breathing evenly and deeply.

"An Yi?"

Little Fairy walked to the bedside and gently patted his shoulder with her fair, delicate finger.

There was no response.

"He's really asleep? And sleeping this deeply?"

Little Fairy looked at him in surprise.

On the dangerous Battle Qi Continent, for a cultivator to instantly let down all defenses and sleep like the dead in someone else's room... just how exhausted did he have to be?

Seeing An Yi sleep so defenselessly, Little Fairy's heart softened with an indescribable tenderness.

She sighed helplessly, then laboriously pushed An Yi's tall, heavy body straight so that he lay flat on the bed. Afterward, she carefully pulled over the thin blanket beside him and tucked it snugly around him.

After finishing all that, Little Fairy sat at the bedside and quietly gazed at An Yi's peaceful, almost well-behaved sleeping face.

Without his daytime laziness and teasing manner, he truly looked like a large cat without a hint of aggression while asleep.

Unable to resist, Little Fairy stretched out a slender finger and lightly poked An Yi's fair cheek.

"Just like a big cat..." she murmured softly, her eyes curving into crescents.

Then, she quietly left the bedside and returned to the table. Unable to wait any longer, she took out the Seven-Colored Poison Scripture An Yi had given her and began studying it hungrily.

Warm sunlight filtered through the window lattice, scattering across the neat bed in fragmented rays.

An Yi let out a long breath, stretched luxuriously, and slowly opened his clear sky-blue eyes.

"That sleep was... fucking amazing. Is it morning already?"

Hearing movement from the bed, Little Fairy, who had been sitting at the table and studying the Seven-Colored Poison Scripture with complete focus, immediately put down the scroll. She turned around, rolled her eyes at him, and looked at him speechlessly.

"Morning? Young master, you slept for three whole days!"

"Three days?"

An Yi abruptly sat up and scratched his soft white hair in surprise. "That long?"

Little Fairy walked over and handed him a cup of warm water, her eyes filled with concern and curiosity. "How long has it been since you properly slept?"

"Glug, glug..." An Yi drained the water in one gulp, wiped his mouth, and said, "For the past year, I barely slept at all in the Magic Beast Mountain Range. Usually, I'd just find a tree branch or a crack between rocks and take a short nap. Once I recovered a little strength, I'd keep moving and fighting. In a place full of danger like that, who would dare sleep themselves into a dead slumber?"

Hearing him say it so lightly, Little Fairy's heart trembled slightly.

She hesitated for a moment, but her curiosity ultimately got the better of her. "An Yi... what is your cultivation level now?"

An Yi casually rolled his somewhat stiff shoulders and answered offhandedly, "Oh, I just broke through to Great Dou Master."

"..."

Little Fairy's hand holding the cup suddenly froze. She stood there as though struck by lightning.

"G-Great Dou Master?!"

She drew a deep breath, her voice trembling. "No... how old are you this year?"

"Sixteen, I think." An Yi considered it for a moment.

"Sixteen?! A Great Dou Master?!"

Little Fairy completely lost it. Her beautiful eyes widened round, her face practically screaming, "Are you messing with me?" and "Are you serious?!"

After all, the strongest people in all of Qingshan Town—the leaders of the three major mercenary groups—were only Dou Masters!

And they were all middle-aged men in their thirties or forties!

A sixteen-year-old Great Dou Master? Such talent was simply unheard of!

Seeing Little Fairy's worldview collapse before his eyes, An Yi could not help but smile.

"Don't look at me like that. My body developed rather well because of cultivation, so I look like an adult, but I really am only sixteen this year. Of course, don't be too surprised. This world is huge, and there are plenty of freaks stronger than me."

"With my little bit of talent, I might be considered a once-in-a-century genius in this remote Northwest Continent. But in a place like the Central Plains, where monsters are everywhere and geniuses are as common as dogs, I'd only be considered decent at best."

"The Central Plains..."

Little Fairy murmured the distant place name, one utterly beyond her reach, and her expression suddenly became incomparably complicated. She lowered her head, unable to hide the trace of gloom in her eyes. "Will you... go to a place like that someday?"

"Definitely." An Yi nodded as though it were only natural, then looked at her and asked, "What? Don't you want to see a broader world beyond this place?"

Little Fairy shook her head bitterly. "I... I'm afraid I won't be able to go that far."

"You can't? Why not?" An Yi was taken aback.

"I'm about the same age as you, but I'm not even a Dou Practitioner yet." Little Fairy turned around and sat back at the table with her back to An Yi, her voice full of deep inferiority and helplessness. "My talent is ordinary. I have neither a background nor strength. How could I possibly go to a place like the Central Plains, which belongs only to geniuses...?"

She drew a deep breath, seeming to force down some emotion, then said softly.

"Didn't you say... you still wanted to return to Wutan City for a look? Since you've rested now, you... should leave."

Sensing the abrupt change in Little Fairy's mood, An Yi stopped halfway through stretching.

"What's wrong? Did something happen?"

Little Fairy did not turn around. She merely shook her head stubbornly. "N-No."

An Yi frowned slightly, got out of bed, and silently came up behind her.

He bent down slightly, his sharp gaze sweeping across Little Fairy's delicate face.

Suddenly, he reached out and lightly wiped the corner of her lips with a finger.

A tiny speck of black powder clung to his fingertip.

An Yi brought his finger to his nose and sniffed it. A pungent poisonous smell entered his nostrils.

He raised an eyebrow and asked in a strange tone, "Your tastes are that heavy?"