NOVEL NEXT Chapter 76
This is a world filled with childlike dreams and fantasies.
Water doesn’t flow down the mountain stream; instead, it’s sweet and creamy milk. Every flower in bloom represents a different flavor of candy, the dirt is made of chocolate, and the rocks are actually cake…
Roasted chickens fly by, boiled cows run away, and even the birds and beasts are ready-made food; just wave your hand and they’ll come right over for you to enjoy!
A bunch of colorful little fairies hold hands, laughing joyfully. There’s no fighting, no deceit, no bloody conflicts—a place filled with a peaceful, harmonious aura.
Bai Xiaoxi is happily enjoying delicious treats, wandering through mountains and fields. Whenever they get bored of something, they just switch it up, discovering new and exciting food every time.
Swish, Bai Xiaoxi springs up and lands on a soft, fluffy cloud, made of cotton candy, lying on it feeling incredibly comfy.
“This place is amazing~” Bai Xiaoxi smiles sweetly and drifts off to sleep in their dreams after feasting well.
Inside the inn, there are plenty of snoring sounds; everyone is completely immersed in their own dreams, unable to escape.
But there’s one person who is the exception!
At this moment.
Ye Junlin gazes out the window at the bright moon, feeling a bit gloomy about being unfairly blamed for something he didn’t do.
He thought his looks and strength would earn him a huge fanbase in Wuzhou, but it turns out he was dead wrong—all he got were haters!
All of this is because of some traitor stirring trouble, using his name to cheat and slander him, tarnishing his glorious and mighty image!
Ye Junlin sighs, “Sigh, the world is going downhill; people are no longer what they used to be.”
[Beep, detected that the host has not checked in for two months. Would you like to check in?]
The system’s notification sounds.
“Check in,” Ye Junlin replies.
[Beep, congratulations to the host for receiving one million top-quality Spirit Crystals!]
[Beep, congratulations to the host for receiving five top-tier Fire Blast Talismans!]
[Beep, congratulations to the host for receiving ten bags of top-quality beast feed!]
[Beep, congratulations to the host for receiving the number one flute in all realms: the Eternal Life Flute!]
…
All the rewards from checking in have automatically been stored in the system space.
Ye Junlin raises an eyebrow, “Eternal Life Flute? Hey system, what’s its grade?”
[Beep, it has no grade; the power of the flute completely depends on the host’s skill in playing it, as well as their cultivation level!]
The system replies thoughtfully.
Ye Junlin suddenly remembers that his flute-playing skills are at the top level too.
Feeling the long night and recalling the day’s troubles, Ye Junlin feels an urge to play a tune to relieve his gloom.
Swish.
A glowing blue flute appears in his hand, shimmering with a green light, radiating a mysterious and ancient aura.
This is the Eternal Life Flute!
Ye Junlin holds the flute with both hands and brings it to his lips to play.
In an instant.
The flute’s sound is crisp and melodious, resonating with an ethereal quality.
Ye Junlin doesn’t use his cultivation; he just plays instinctively, and even so, ripples of extraordinary energy unfold, resonating with the heavens and earth.
Whoosh, the air in the room stirs without wind; Ye Junlin’s silver-white hair flows, his eyes shining brightly, and his entire being radiates an otherworldly grace, as if he were a celestial being from the ninth heaven playing a flute.
“What’s that sound?!”
The expressions of the dozen or so evil serpent beings change dramatically, fearing someone might interrupt their formation.
Strangely, they feel no harm, as if it’s just a simple melody—beautifully enchanting.
“What a wonderful music, it reminds me of my childhood in the tribe.” One of the tribe members looks completely entranced, sticking out his tongue and unable to stop his body from swaying to the rhythm.
“Turou, what are you doing?!” Yelu Gu notices something’s off and snaps sharply.
But that tribe member ignores him, dancing gracefully to the flute’s melody, perhaps due to inherent snake traits, he’s extremely flexible.
This isn’t the end; one by one, the evil serpent beings abandon their focus on maintaining the dream formation, lost in their own world.
They dance in a trance, either twisting their waists or shaking their hips—a very eye-watering scene.
“You, you guys…” Yelu Gu is stunned, his eyes wide as saucers; he’s never seen such a bizarre spectacle in his life.
Soon, Yelu Gu realizes everything is due to the beautiful flute sound!
The flute can stimulate their serpent characteristics, making its kin dance along to the music.
“Who the hell is doing this? Come out, you scoundrel!” Yelu Gu has a fierce look, his sharp fangs gleaming ominously.
Suddenly, his pupils lose focus, and he pretends to be a sunflower, swaying in the wind with a mysterious smile.
As they all start dancing, the dream formation ceases to operate.
Inside the Dragon Gate Inn.
Fan Dezhen suddenly wakes up, feeling a rush of fear.
“I just fell into a trap!”
Fan Dezhen knows that at his level of cultivation, he shouldn’t fall into a dream without reason. There must be a hidden hand manipulating things.
“This isn’t good!”
He thinks of something and vanishes in place, rushing into the next guest room.
Before his eyes, An Miaoyi is sitting cross-legged, her face calm and peaceful—she’s still asleep and shows no signs of waking up, a faint smile lingering on her lips.
Clearly, she’s having a sweet dream!
“Miss, wake up!” Fan Dezhen forms a hand sign and sends a stream of light into the brow of the woman in yellow.
An Miaoyi twitches slightly, her long lashes fluttering, and when she opens her beautiful eyes, she looks puzzled. “Uncle Fan, why are you…?”
“We’ve fallen into a trap!” Fan Dezhen says gravely.
“A trap?”
An Miaoyi frowns, as if recalling something, her heart skips a beat, “No wonder I feel so unwilling to wake up, and the deeper I go, the more exhausted I feel.”
“If I’m not mistaken, the enemy has set up a dream formation, one of the ancient and evil formations rumored to trap people into a deep sleep without their knowledge until they quietly die in their dreams.”
Fan Dezhen’s face darkens.
Even a powerful Great Ascension expert like him finds himself deeply entrapped, if this drags on, his life really might be at stake.
To die just like that without a fight!
Thinking of this, Fan Dezhen’s back chills, secretly relieved!
An Miaoyi can’t believe it, “What a cruel scheme! What are they trying to achieve? Is it to kill and plunder?”
“Miss, don’t run around; I’ll go check the situation outside.” Fan Dezhen says in a deep voice.
Swish!
His figure vanishes in an instant.
Suddenly, he appears above the inn.
Fan Dezhen’s pupils constrict, “Underworld Abyss creatures!”
At the same time.
Yelu Gu and the others have stopped dancing, as the flute sound abruptly cuts off, bringing them back to their senses, all wear expressions of suspicion.
“Priest, we…?” One tribe member feels a chill, worried about the strange phenomenon that just occurred.
Can this plan still go on?
Yelu Gu’s eyes glimmer with killing intent as he coldly says, “Although it was interrupted just now, most human cultivators will choose to remain asleep due to the dream’s allure. As long as we can remedy it in time, there’s still hope!”
“Stop!”
A furious shout rings out.