Chapter 226: Youwan Wants to Love Young Master Lu
Chapter 226: Chapter 153: Youwan Wants to Love Young Master Lu
The blindfolded maiden watched the rain fall from the sky. In her black-and-white world, she resembled a delicate narcissus.
She produced an umbrella from somewhere and opened it. The Demon Rain pattered crisply against its surface.
“Young Master Lu, where did you learn such a technique?”
The silver-haired maiden had witnessed the descent of Ancestor Red Simurgh firsthand. Lu Changyuan’s current method was identical to Ancestor Red Simurgh’s “rain painting.”
“That’s a topic I can’t discuss.”
Lu Changyuan smiled and changed the subject, watching as Chang’an City was rendered into the painting, bit by bit.
Su Youwan held up the fox.
The fox’s head was getting wet from the rain, its red fur soaked.
Lu Changyuan couldn’t help but ask, “Why are you carrying a fox around with you?”
“She is Mei Zhaozhao.”
‘This is Mei Zhaozhao?’
‘She’s really a fox!’
Lu Changyuan took the Red Fox and lightly slapped its head a few times. “What’s wrong with her?”
The fox’s head lolled, but it didn’t wake.
‘This is strange.’ The Dream Demon had cast its Magic in Chang’an. Now that Lu Changyuan had sealed both the Magic and Chang’an City within the painting, the spell should have already dissipated.
‘Why hasn’t Mei Zhaozhao woken up yet?’
Su Youwan said softly, “I’m not sure either. The lines of fate on her are a mess. If I tried to interfere, I’d suffer a backlash.”
There were, after all, limits to using the Destined Celestial Dao.
Too many factors could influence the outcome. For instance, Su Youwan had once tried to embroider a future where Lu Changyuan married her, but she hadn’t succeeded.
Su Youwan took the fox back and hugged it. “Young Master Lu, another line on you has solidified. Did you eat Miss Qiu?”
Lu Changyuan’s face fell. He turned his head and stared at Su Youwan with a bizarre expression.
‘This Little Ancestor of the Compassionate Palace is completely lawless.’
“The line connecting you and Miss Qiu is very deep, much deeper than before.”
“Miss Su… could you please respect my privacy?”
Su Youwan tilted her head. “The connection between you and Youwan is also very deep. Would you like Youwan to describe just how deep it is?”
The silver-haired maiden extended a delicate finger and tapped it against Lu Changyuan’s chest, right over his heart.
“Right here… holds Youwan’s most important feelings.”
Lu Changyuan felt a bit awkward.
‘Who knows what that Desire Demon was thinking.’ Now Su Youwan’s feelings were fused with him. It wasn’t like he could just take out his heart and give it back to her.
Su Youwan’s ethereally beautiful face was expressionless as she stated a simple fact. “I’ll leave them in your care, Young Master Lu. Don’t die. Otherwise, Youwan’s feelings will die along with you.”
Lu Changyuan mulled over her words.
There was no discernible hidden meaning in what Su Youwan said, yet something about it felt off.
Lu Changyuan could only nod. “I’ll take care of myself.”
“Good. Youwan is very worried about you, Young Master Lu.”
Suddenly, Lu Changyuan said, “It’s here.”
As expected, the Dream Demon hadn’t dared to be fully drawn into the scroll. If Lu Changyuan truly trapped it inside the painting, it would face certain death.
A tear ripped open in the scroll, and the Dream Demon scrambled out through the gap.
‘A Sixth Realm, just as I thought.’
“My dear sister, why must you be so ruthless toward your Imperial Brother?” The Dream Demon still wore the guise of Su Minghan.
Su Youwan didn’t even spare Su Minghan a glance. Instead, she stood on her tiptoes and whispered in Lu Changyuan’s ear, “The Dream Demon has possessed my Imperial Brother.”
Su Minghan looked toward Lu Changyuan, but not at the man himself. His eyes were fixed intently on the Broken Thought in Lu Changyuan’s hand.
‘Why is it staring at my sword?’
‘The Dream Demon Race wants the throne. Their real goal is to seize Broken Thought.’
Lu Changyuan had wondered before why the Dream Demon coveted the throne of the Glazed Dynasty. What was so great about the throne of a Mortal Dynasty?
‘So, after all this, it was after Broken Thought.’
That Demon Rain that Su Wuxiang had once brought down, the one that could drag people into nightmares—it was hard to say the Dream Demon Race wasn’t involved.
Lu Changyuan raised his sword, strode in front of Su Minghan, and brought Broken Thought down in a horizontal slash. It struck a fan, producing a crisp CLANG.
Before Su Minghan could react, Su Youwan’s needle had already appeared behind it.
The maiden’s voice drifted over. “Young Master Lu, you broke its Magic and forced it out. It’s definitely not in good shape right now.”
The Silver Needle wove into a net.
Broken Thought blocked its path of advance.
POP.
In that instant, Su Minghan’s body collapsed and dispersed, transforming into a light mist that wavered between illusion and reality.
Immediately after, the mist surged, and a vast Dream Sea suddenly unfurled before the two of them, rolling and expanding until it swallowed all of their surroundings.
This was the Dream Demon’s life-saving technique: the Original Dream Sea.
In other words, this Dream Sea was the Dream Demon’s own dream. The technique could draw an enemy’s lethal attacks into an illusion, turning the real into the unreal and neutralizing them completely.
However, Lu Changyuan’s sword had already arrived.
The sword strike showed no hesitation as it plunged straight into the boundless Dream Sea.
Wherever the sword light passed, the clouds of mist split apart like silk. The once-white mist looked as if it had been doused in thick ink, the blackness spreading and bleeding rapidly.
The utterly wretched scream of Su Minghan echoed between heaven and earth.
Lu Changyuan stood with his sword in hand, the hem of his robes perfectly still amidst the churning vapor. He said faintly, “I told you. I also know a thing or two about making the illusory real.”
It turned itself into an illusion, so Lu Changyuan made it solid again to strike it.
This Dream Demon had run into some truly rotten luck today.
With its firm standing in the Sixth Realm of Cultivation, dealing with two ordinary Fifth Realm Cultivators should have been child’s play. But the two before it were both freaks who couldn’t be judged by common sense.
One was a Supreme who could not be drawn into dreams.
The other could make the illusory real.
Not to mention, the combat prowess of both Su Youwan and Lu Changyuan was far beyond that of any ordinary Fifth Realm.
Lu Changyuan flicked the body of his sword with a fingertip and struck again.
“Azure Sun!”
It was the height of spring.
This Spring Sword, which embodied the essence of the season, was amplified by the Little Grass Sword Technique, which contained the vitality of plants. Drawing power from the natural order of the heavens and earth, its might surged in the warm spring sun, becoming terrifyingly sharp.