Chapter 162: Riding the Master

“Dreams are not groundless, not meaningless, not absurd, nor are they a part of consciousness in a state of slumber.” — The Interpretation of Dreams

Xiu Qingcheng often told Meng Yingxing that she didn’t need to sleep.

And her body, her soul born reliant on the sword, could indeed support her without needing to close her eyes and sleep.

But in reality, it wasn’t that Xiu Qingcheng didn’t need to sleep.

It was just that after falling asleep, dreams were like hellish torture.

Xiu Qingcheng didn’t know why it was like this, but ever since she consciously wanted to sleep, she would always have the same dream.

In the dream, it was darker than inside the Divine Weapon Pavilion.

She was merely a powerless wandering ghost, falling endlessly in the darkness.

The dark passage seemed endless; even if Xiu Qingcheng fell through the bottom of the earth, she would still be falling.

But in the darkness, Xiu Qingcheng was not alone.

Because “they” were there.

Xiu Qingcheng didn’t know what these things were called. They laughed wildly, torturing her wantonly.

Endless madness, endless pain.

Xiu Qingcheng was immortal in the dream, and they killed her in the dream for pleasure.

Fear? In reality, Xiu Qingcheng didn’t know what fear was.

But in the dream, fear was like ten thousand arrows firing at once with nowhere to dodge, layered upon her one by one.

So Xiu Qingcheng was unwilling to dream, unwilling to sleep.

It wasn’t until Xiu Qingcheng, who thought she couldn’t get drunk from a thousand cups based on her previous life’s experience, fell into a drunken stupor and slept peacefully all night, that she suddenly discovered: being dead drunk allowed her to sleep without entering the nightmare.

So this time, Xiu Qingcheng got herself violently drunk again.

But for some unknown reason, after getting drunk this time, she actually dreamed.

The surroundings were pitch black.

Xiu Qingcheng’s consciousness was incredibly clear. Her gaze swept over the empty surroundings, her eyes trembling slightly.

“What’s the situation?”

Xiu Qingcheng wanted to open her mouth and curse, but found she couldn’t control her body.

She couldn’t open her mouth to make a sound, nor could she move her limbs.

It was just like her dead sword state before meeting Meng Yingxing, where she could only witness everything around her.

Xiu Qingcheng glared with all her might, her eyes almost popping out, before confirming that she was indeed in a humanoid state.

“Move, Xiu Qingcheng, why won’t you move!”

Xiu Qingcheng tried exceptionally hard to speak, but it was still futile.

Right now, not a single body part obeyed her commands.

Mainly, Xiu Qingcheng knew this was a dream, but this dream was excessively vivid, making one’s spine chill involuntarily.

“I fck your mother! Do you hear me, fck your mother!”

Xiu Qingcheng struggled violently again, trying hard to mobilize her soul.

Xiu Qingcheng, who had never suffered such grievance, activated the traditional ability of her inner world, hatefully cursing this dreamscape.

As if hearing the curses from the bottom of Xiu Qingcheng’s heart, several humanoid figures suddenly appeared in the dark, lightless environment.

Their appearances were like twisted human forms, filled with bizarre colors, their faces possessing only a blank mouth grinning.

Those were exactly the things Xiu Qingcheng saw in her dreams.

Xiu Qingcheng suddenly couldn’t speak; her brain and heart stopped thinking and beating together.

A feeling like post-traumatic stress disorder floated up from the depths of Xiu Qingcheng’s heart, making her instinctively feel fear toward these inexplicable things.

“Sword Spirit, laughable Sword Spirit~”

“Die with us, die together!”

“You can’t leave here alone, can’t leave here alone!”

The bizarre human figures twisted, laughed wildly, and wept.

They extended claws as sharp as sword blades, grabbing straight at Xiu Qingcheng’s body.

Xiu Qingcheng was dazed, when suddenly a ray of light appeared before her eyes.

A sword tore straight through those bizarre human figures, tearing open the entire space.

The scenery in the space shifted abruptly, turning into the scene of the disciple residence where she and Meng Yingxing lived.

Xiu Qingcheng’s gaze gradually regained clarity. She saw the sword before her; it was the Ting Tian Sword.

Following the Ting Tian Sword, she saw the person holding it was Meng Yingxing.

But the Meng Yingxing at this moment was more like a Meng Yingxing from another time.

Xiu Qingcheng sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the Meng Yingxing before her, somewhat unable to believe her eyes.

She even reached out and rubbed her eyes, pointing at Meng Yingxing and asking blankly, “Disciple, how did you… grow up?”

That’s right, the Meng Yingxing before her was clearly much more mature than the young man in Xiu Qingcheng’s perception who hadn’t fully developed yet.

His fully developed face was incomparably handsome, even describable as startling heaven and moving ghosts. Even Xiu Qingcheng had to admit that this version of Meng Yingxing was boundlessly handsome.

The Meng Yingxing before her put down the Ting Tian Sword and smiled gently.

The smile was gentle, shocking the world.

“Master, I’ve always been like this.”

The voice was still the one Xiu Qingcheng was familiar with, but deeper and incredibly magnetic.

Falling into Xiu Qingcheng’s ears, it inexplicably made half of her body and heart go soft and numb.

Xiu Qingcheng never thought she would go weak all over because of a man’s voice!

Damn it, Xiu Qingcheng, what are you doing!?

Xiu Qingcheng cursed angrily in her heart, forcing herself not to look at the person before her.

Clearly, Xiu Qingcheng had regained the power to move her body just now, but the moment she had the thought of not looking at Meng Yingxing, she lost control again!

Her head was held straight, her eyes staring unblinkingly at Meng Yingxing.

“Master, what’s wrong?”

Meng Yingxing asked softly, taking a light step forward.

The two were very close, already within an extremely intimate range.

“Wait, wait, wait! Dead disciple! Don’t get so close to me!”

Xiu Qingcheng glared at Meng Yingxing in front of her.

However, Meng Yingxing didn’t listen to her at all. He actually leaned a few inches closer and reached out to push Xiu Qingcheng onto the bed.

Xiu Qingcheng never thought she would be so weak-waisted and easy to push over; just a touch from Meng Yingxing and she lay down.

In her previous life, she would have at least been a Natural Born Fraud-Collision Saint (someone who fakes falls for compensation)!

Good, very good, just great!

What is the situation, what is the situation, what is the situation!

Xiu Qingcheng couldn’t stay calm anymore. Suddenly regaining her freedom again, she propped up her upper body, just preparing to point at Meng Yingxing, but saw Meng Yingxing flick his finger, and a pair of shackles cuffed Xiu Qingcheng’s wrists together.

The chain of the shackles extended, and the other end was lazily held in the hand of Meng Yingxing, who was half-kneeling on the bed.

“Master, can you not move around?”

Meng Yingxing’s voice was lazy and charming. With his free hand, he unfastened the clothes on his upper body.

The muscles he revealed were lean and strong but not exaggerated, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, like a perfect sculpture.

“I’m afraid I might hurt you later.”

Saying this, Meng Yingxing tugged the chain in his hand, pulling Xiu Qingcheng’s hands a few inches forward.

Damn it, what kind of tiger-wolf words (explicit talk) are these!

Xiu Qingcheng’s rapidly spinning little brain finally analyzed what the situation was.

Previously, when Nan Feixue drugged Meng Yingxing, she was also affected.

She didn’t sleep before, but now that she fell asleep drunk, the drug’s effect manifested immediately!

Damn it, Nan Feixue, your drug works this well!? It’s been so long and it still has an effect!? It even works on a sword spirit like her!?

Master!

But why is the object of the dream an adult version of Meng Yingxing! Shouldn’t it at least be some super invincible beautiful girl!

Xiu Qingcheng exerted force with both hands, trying hard to break free from the shackles, but even using her teeth, she couldn’t break free even a tiny bit.

“Master, what’s wrong? Isn’t this what you like best?”

Meng Yingxing appeared before Xiu Qingcheng like a ghost, somewhat roughly pressing her under him. His slender fingers with distinct joints clasped Xiu Qingcheng’s slender neck with a hint of danger.

Meng Yingxing, you brat, playing so wild in the dream, huh?

Xiu Qingcheng gritted her teeth, glaring fiercely at the person before her with her beautiful eyes.

If Xiu Qingcheng could use her eyes as swords, Meng Yingxing would have already been chopped into several pieces by her.

“Who likes this!? You rebellious disciple!!”

“Do you know what you are doing right now?”

“Bullying the master and destroying ancestors will get you struck by lightning!”

Hearing this, Meng Yingxing revealed a smile that blinded Xiu Qingcheng’s dog eyes. He released Xiu Qingcheng’s neck and then reached out to press Xiu Qingcheng’s shackled hands above her head.

He bent down, their nose tips touching lightly, his voice deep.

“Of course I know, riding the master and destroying ancestors.” (Pun: ‘Bullying’ and ‘Riding’ sound similar/have double meanings in this context)

Xiu Qingcheng almost fainted.

What kind of tiger-wolf words are these again? Give her back her simple and cute Meng Yingxing, hey!

Seeing Xiu Qingcheng lose all will to resist, Meng Yingxing shrugged his broad, angular shoulders. One hand clamped onto Xiu Qingcheng’s slender waist, while the other reached back, forcefully grabbing Xiu Qingcheng’s smooth, rounded ankle.

“Master, I’m going in, okay?”

Knowing she couldn’t resist in this dreamscape, Xiu Qingcheng rolled her eyes, lightly bit her silver teeth, and didn’t say much more.

Go in, go in, go in however you like!

Tch, just a dream! Close eyes, open eyes, and it’ll be over!

Right now, the only thing Xiu Qingcheng wanted to do was find Nan Feixue and chop her into eight pieces.

This grudge, she noted it down.

A while later, Xiu Qingcheng’s desire to kill Nan Feixue grew even stronger.

Damn it, Nan Feixue, what kind of drug is this!? Your drug harms people endlessly! Why did you bother making this drug!?

Even having a dream can be made to feel so real!?

Is this a drug? This is clearly… ah, I beg you, go transmigrate! Go to the modern world and create a world that a billion people would want to live in!

A sleepless dream, candle shadows flickering red.

When Xiu Qingcheng woke up with a start, she was still in the state of a sword.

Why didn’t she turn back into a sword in the dream and chop up that adult version of Meng Yingxing?

The dream last night was so real, as if it truly happened last night. No wonder Meng Yingxing had such a big reaction back then.

Xiu Qingcheng ground her teeth in anger, almost shattering her back molars.

The more she thought about it, the more wrong it felt. The sword body tilted slightly, and she roared furiously toward the sky.

“Meng—————Ying—————Xing—————”

“You rebellious disciple!”

“Get out here right now!”