novelraw Chapter 321: A-Ming, Have You Awakened Too?
Chapter 321: A-Ming, Have You Awakened Too?
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“Wang Sheng? Wang Sheng! What’s wrong with you?!”
Ye Cong Xin had just bid farewell to Wang Sheng. But as she turned around, she heard the thud of something heavy falling behind her.
Turning back, she saw Wang Sheng collapsed at her feet, his body trembling uncontrollably. His expression was one of terror, and his entire body was drenched in cold sweat.
Alarmed, Ye Cong Xin bent down, trying to check on him while anxiously calling his name.
However, he didn’t seem to hear her. His eyes remained tightly shut, his muscles rigid, and his face pale as a ghost.
After calling his name several more times without any response, Ye Cong Xin became increasingly worried. She turned to the system. “System, what’s wrong with him? He’s not going to die, is he?”
She had worked so hard to raise Wang Sheng’s affection level to 60. She couldn’t let him die so easily.
The system didn’t pretend to be dead this time, but it also couldn’t provide a definitive answer. It only suggested that Ye Cong Xin stay by Wang Sheng’s side to care for him, as it could be an opportunity to further gain his favor.
Thinking it over, Ye Cong Xin agreed without much hesitation. She didn’t realize, however, that her own nightmare was fast approaching.…
“Dare to disrupt my Dao Heart, you petty nightmare?!”
Lan Zi Yu shouted, abruptly sitting up.
Looking around at the familiar surroundings of his quarters, he let out a long breath and then chuckled to himself. “Good thing I noticed something off and disrupted the dream in time to escape its clutches.”
He sat in quiet meditation for a long while, gradually calming his mind.
The dream had been extraordinarily vivid and bizarre, shaking even his usually tranquil heart.
In the dream, Yu Zhao was depicted as a pitiable outcast, unloved by her senior brothers and despised by the sect. She was hunted by cultivators everywhere and eventually killed by their master’s sword.
The most infuriating part was that after Yu Zhao’s death, some accused their junior sister of being a demonic entity, demanding that the Five Elements Dao Sect purge her.
In the dream, Lan Zi Yu, furious, had beaten those who slandered her. That was when he woke up in anger.
Why was he so certain it was all fake?
First, Yu Zhao was far too bold and arrogant—even daring to hit him—to ever fall into such a pitiful state and die in such a disgraceful manner.
Second, their junior sister was genuinely kind-hearted and could never be a demonic entity.
Lastly, he trusted his own judgment.
It was just a nightmare.
No need to take it seriously.
Still, the vivid scenes lingered, leaving an unsettling haze deep in Lan Zi Yu’s eyes.
…
Elsewhere, Quan Ye cursed under his breath as he climbed to his feet.
He had been meditating when he suddenly fell unconscious and had a dream.
In the dream, there was no Fu Xi. He was the undisputed Beast King, commanding the allegiance of half the demonic races. Even the proud Nine-Tailed Fox Clan treated him with respect because of the White Peacock Clan.
Quan Ye relished the feeling of power. If he could, he would have stayed in that dream forever.
But he didn’t wake by choice; he was jolted awake in terror.
He dreamt of Yu Zhao dying, and their usually gentle and obedient junior sister suddenly turned cruel. She called him a brainless fool and eventually severed both his arms with her sword. He screamed in agony as he bled endlessly.
Terrified, he woke up.
The dream version of their junior sister was horrifying.
Clutching his pounding heart, Quan Ye instinctively glanced toward the distance.
…
Inside his cave dwelling, Fang Cheng Lang opened his eyes, drenched in sweat as though he had been pulled from water.
He stared blankly at the ceiling.
Why was he dreaming again?
For a long time, he had often dreamt of his past life. Then on the Floating Island, after the Tablet of Fate revealed his previous fate, he stopped dreaming altogether.
Yet today, those memories returned.
Though his heart had grown numb from endless regret, reliving those experiences once more left him utterly devastated.
He had been blind—both literally and metaphorically.
He was beyond redemption.
He was the greatest sinner of the Five Elements Dao Sect—no, of the entire cultivation world!
As Fang Cheng Lang wallowed in despair, frantic knocking suddenly came from his door.
Initially, he ignored it. But when he saw the panicked expression of the person outside, he had a sudden change of heart.
Rising to his feet, he opened the door in one fluid motion.
The moment the door opened, Su Ming lunged forward, grabbing Fang Cheng Lang’s arm. His wide eyes stared into Fang Cheng Lang’s with an intensity that bordered on madness.
“Senior Brother! The dream—it’s real, isn’t it?! Junior Sister—no, Ye Cong Xin—she really is a demonic entity! She can steal our fortune, can’t she?!”
Fang Cheng Lang felt a jolt in his mind.
A wave of wild elation surged through him, leaving him trembling with excitement.
“A-Ming, have you awakened too? That wasn’t a dream—it was real! Ye Cong Xin is… well, you just need to know she will destroy the cultivation world!”
Receiving confirmation from Fang Cheng Lang, Su Ming’s legs gave out, and he slumped to the floor.
Fang Cheng Lang gripped his arms tightly, pulling him back up.
“Su Ming! This is no time to collapse. You need to pull yourself together!”
“Senior Brother, I… Junior Sister… how could she… be a demonic entity…”
Su Ming was incoherent.
At first, he had thought it was just a dream. But as he experienced it, he realized something was off.
It didn’t feel like a dream but more like a revelation.
That realization gave him the willpower to endure the terror and see the nightmare through to the end.
Even after waking, the lingering pain and fear of death haunted his body.
Certain it was no ordinary dream, he came to Fang Cheng Lang for answers.
Now, his senior brother’s confirmation felt like a hammer blow, leaving him dazed and directionless.
Could Junior Sister really be a demonic entity?
Could she really plunder the fortune of cultivators?
And had she already begun targeting those around her?
“Su Ming! Listen to me! Go to the Sect Master right now and tell him everything you saw in the dream! Beg him to act immediately and kill Ye Cong Xin before Master comes out of seclusion!”
“But… I…”
“Su Ming! Snap out of it! All her previous kindness was just an act! You need to wake up!”
Fang Cheng Lang’s sharp words brought back memories of Ye Cong Xin’s ruthless betrayal after she gained power.
Gritting his teeth, Su Ming nodded. “Alright, I’ll go…”
Bang!
Both men turned toward the sound.
A hole had appeared in the wall around the corner, cracks spreading outward like a spiderweb.
Fang Cheng Lang’s expression darkened.
“Damn it, it’s Quan Ye! Su Ming, stop him! He’s heading to confront Ye Cong Xin!”
Su Ming instinctively responded and dashed off. But after only a few steps, Fang Cheng Lang called him back.
His tone was like a blade.
“If you can’t stop him, help him kill Ye Cong Xin.”
“…Alright.”
Fang Cheng Lang knew Ye Cong Xin had many mysterious and unpredictable methods. He didn’t want to alert her prematurely.
But since he was confined to his room and Su Ming might fail to hold back an enraged Quan Ye, there was no choice but to instruct Su Ming to assist in killing her.
Even if Ye Cong Xin escaped, the news of the conflict among the direct disciples would undoubtedly spread.
When that happened, her true nature would be exposed. She would no longer be able to act as she pleased.
She would become the enemy of the entire cultivation world.
With nowhere left to run!
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