Chapter 596: I Hope the Dream Isn’t Real

Chapter 596: I Hope the Dream Isn’t Real

Scenes flashed before Liu Shuqin, showing not just bizarre sights but also familiar faces, all surrounding a man who resembled Lin Nuo.

Suddenly, everything shifted for Liu Shuqin, transitioning to the edge of an unfamiliar cliff.

There, she saw the man again, facing a girl in white. Her silver sword was plunged into the ground, and she appeared weak, leaning on the sword’s hilt.

To Liu Shuqin, the girl with long black hair looked familiar—it was her junior martial sister, Su Kexin.

But Su Kexin seemed more mature than Liu Shuqin had remembered; she appeared to be Liu Shuqin’s age now.

The peers Liu Shuqin observed had all changed as well, having grown up a bit, as if years had passed.

The man dragged a black long sword behind him, his demon qi much denser than earlier, hinting at a deeper acceptance of the darkness within him.

He raised the long sword and pointed it at the weakened Su Kexin, who stood atop a massive formation, with the soul of a black dragon hovering around, eyeing her menacingly.

Su Kexin looked like a lamb awaiting slaughter.

Liu Shuqin felt a pang of anxiety, unable to fathom the situation, but she couldn’t bear to watch that Lin Nuo-like person attempt to kill Su Kexin.

Yet, she could only stand by, helpless. Finally, the man swung down the sharp black sword, unleashing a fierce sword aura as several dragon souls surged from the formation, baring their sharp fangs and lunging at Su Kexin.

Just as Su Kexin was about to be slain, Liu Shuqin opened her mouth to yell “No!”, but was momentarily blinded by a sudden brilliant light.

The man resembling Lin Nuo, however, wasn’t startled by this; he seemed to have anticipated this moment, hastily casting a spell to suppress Su Kexin.

Dark whirlpools materialized around them, extending a gigantic dark hand—like an open, wicked fist—towards the shining light, seemingly attempting to extinguish it.

The two sides clashed intensely, the battle of magic raged on for a considerable time until the man’s demonic techniques ultimately failed to suppress Su Kexin; the shining light exploded with robust energy, sending the man reeling.

Once the light faded, the weakened Su Kexin was fully revitalized, flipping her long black hair as furious sparks ignited in her eyes. She unleashed formidable spirit power, dominating the surroundings.

It was as if she transformed, wielding strength beyond imagination. Su Kexin reversed the situation, counterattacking; despite the man’s repeated attempts, he could not suppress her, leaving him battered and bruised.

He coughed blood and ultimately fell to his demise at the edge of the cliff, slain by Su Kexin.

Liu Shuqin watched this thrilling battle, witnessing Su Kexin’s progression from being suppressed to reversing the tide, ending with the man’s death beneath Su Kexin’s sharp sword.

This was the last scene Liu Shuqin observed—the Lin Nuo-like figure perished, making the entire world seem to return to silence as everything before her descended into nothingness.

Then she woke up.

Sweat beaded on her forehead; everything felt so real.

“This is a dream, right? What a strange dream it is!”

She gently wiped her forehead with a handkerchief and let out a sigh.

What a nightmare it was, as the Lin Nuo she admired transformed into such a cold-blooded demon, ultimately being slain by her little martial sister, Su Kexin. It was an internal conflict among the same sect she wished to avoid.

Thank goodness it was just a dream.

Liu Shuqin looked around; it was her room, peaceful and quiet, with three young girls nearby still fast asleep.

Recalling, they had all appeared in her dream but in their future selves.

“I hope everything in the dream isn’t real.”

Liu Shuqin prayed, looking up at the bright moon outside. Tonight was indeed tranquil; her mind wandered deeply.

…

Lin Nuo had a nightmare, a dream that jolted him awake, drenched in sweat.

He took a deep breath; it was too vivid, a significant blow to him.

He dreamt that meat floss cakes and lakes had vanished from this world, and there were no ponds for fishing!

That was terrible! They were gone! How horrifying! Such a loss for all humanity! The end of the world!

First, he needed to drink some water to calm himself.

Gulp, gulp—Lin Nuo finished a glass of water and opened the window. The moon hung high outside, pouring silver light through the window and onto his face.

Tonight was peaceful; in the quiet night, gazing at the moon made one ponder, and Lin Nuo was no exception.

The full moon symbolized reunion, sparking people to express sentiments like “The moonlight is beautiful tonight” to their loved ones, cherishing moments beneath the bright moon.

Once, he had fled alone, lost in the wilderness, staring at the round moon in the dark, tranquil night—sadness would overwhelm his heart.

He had been rather sentimental back then, but now it didn’t affect him much.

He stared at the round moon, even thinking of eating mooncakes.

“How weak I used to be.”

He chuckled disdainfully, transforming from a feeble cultivator into a major villain; who knew what he had been through?

He gently closed the window, blocking out the moonlight.

…

Helong Hall, Mu Family.

Lin Nuo had been missing for a long time, leaving Mu Yiting anxious. She sent people to search for Ni Daye, but there was no news.

However, they did hear a piece of news: the Evil Bone Cult was active, fierce beasts were rampaging, causing havoc in the villages, and a divine-grade fierce beast recently appeared in Huan Tian City but was killed by capable cultivators.

Unbeknownst to them, this news also reached Mu Yiting’s ears.

“Is that so? You’re saying that the cultivator named Lin Nuo killed the divine-grade fierce beast?”

“Yes, young master. It has spread in Huan Tian City over the past few days, but Lin Nuo’s whereabouts have since gone unknown. Young master, the Xuanyun Sect is growing stronger, which poses serious threats to us at Helong Hall.”

“Alright, I understand. Regardless of the Xuanyun Sect’s movements, we can only proceed at our own pace.”

“Young master, regarding Ni Da…”

Subordinates stuttered, hesitating to speak, as they feared being reprimanded by Mu Yiting for their failure to find anything, branding them as useless.

Many had already faced her wrath before; her temper was not to be trifled with.

Yet, now she seemed calm, no—almost pleased.

Was she reminiscing about something joyful?

“Continue investigating Young Master Ni’s whereabouts. Bring him back if you find him. By the way, besides Lin Nuo, are there other cultivators in Huan Tian City?”

“Yes, there are, including Xuanyun Sect’s Liu Shuqin, Qin Shili, and Su Kexin, as well as the immortals in Zifeng Valley and his maid, Ruo’er.”

At this point, Mu Yiting’s previously bright expression darkened immediately, causing her subordinates to feel a sense of dread.