Master's Chief Disciple

In the backyard.

Yu Qiantang and his friends were chatting animatedly when they saw Nan Xi and the others coming back, but Mu Huayan was the only one missing.

"Where is my senior sister?" Yu Qiantang asked.

"We didn't find her." Mu Qing replied.

"Then you two follow me." Jiang Zilin waved his sleeves and looked at Nan Xi and Bai Yu.

Mu Qing pointed at himself and his fellow disciples, "Elder, what about us?"

He smiled and said, "You are quite talented in herbs, but it seems that you haven't touched upon alchemy yet?"

She chuckled twice, thinking that she shouldn't ask any more questions. On the surface, the corners of her mouth twitched, but in fact, she was full of inner drama: "Is he possessed by a demon? Why is he becoming more and more like Senior Sister?"

Yu Qiantang turned her back and secretly wiped away tears, thinking, "Senior Sister and he are definitely devils!"

"Elder, Gao Jue believes that he has a talent for alchemy. He dabbled in it a bit when he joined the sect, and has successfully refined more than ten immortal-level pills."

“Immortal level! Aren’t you too amazing?” Yu Qiantang pointed at him.

"Gao Jue, you always make us admire you." Mu Qing said.

"I'm just interested in refining pills, but it's not surprising that I can refine immortal-level pills."

"And what I refined was only a first-level immortal-grade elixir."

Hearing this, the two nodded as if they understood. Jiang Zilin knew about their situation with alchemy, "You are too lazy. No wonder she is so strict with you."

Mu Qing and Yu Qiantang didn't even have the basic knowledge of alchemy, so he punished them by sending them to the alchemy pavilion to find someone to make up for it.

Gao Jue went to the Medicine Refining Pavilion with them, striving for perfection.

As for Nan Xi and Bai Yu, they began to practice under Jiang Zilin's supervision.

In Feng Yichen's study, Mu Huayan was lying on the bed and hadn't woken up yet, with beads of sweat on her forehead and a frown on her face.

Feng Yichen detected the abnormal movement of her soul, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and thought to himself: "Why does she have a broken consciousness in her body?"

"What on earth happened in your dream? Why don't you want to wake up?" Feng Yichen's face was full of heartache.

"Her spiritual consciousness!!"

Feng Yichen noticed that her consciousness was beginning to become unstable, and he kept calling her, "Mu Huayan, wake up, Mu Huayan!"

"I can't lose you again!" Then he lay beside her and entered her dream.

In his dream, he came to a small courtyard with two or three wooden houses. The environment gave people a sense of tranquility and warmth.

At this time, a familiar voice came from outside the courtyard. After listening carefully, it was Mu Huayan's voice, "Don't be so harsh on him, otherwise I will feel bad."

"Yan'er, don't run too fast. Wait for dad and mom."

Feng Yichen stood there for a long time, unable to believe that the voice just now came from Han Qixi. He slowly turned around and saw a child about six years old, who looked very similar to Mu Huayan, and his eyes were like Han Qixi.

"Dad, Mom, hurry up, Yan'er is hungry."

He took a deep breath to calm himself down. After all, it was just a dream, but he didn't understand why he was in her dream?

When Mu Huayan and Feng Yichen passed by each other, he was stunned, "This aura..."

"No, she is not Mu Huayan's soul, but just a few wisps of broken consciousness."

"What on earth is going on! Where are you, Mu Huayan!"

Just when Feng Yichen was at a loss, the voice just now rang in his ears.

"Yan'er, come and eat." Han Qixi said.

"Dad, Mom, after I'm full I'm going to go play with Brother Mo Qi."

"Okay, Yan'er, be good." they said in unison.

"This dream is too real." After saying that, he slowly walked towards Mu Huayan and reached out to touch her.

Then a memory came to his mind, "This is her shattered consciousness from her previous life, why did it..."

"Everything has its own cause and effect cycle. This broken consciousness finally ended up in this life."

As soon as he finished speaking, the dream shattered, and several strands of spiritual consciousness began to gather towards a certain place.

Following the spiritual sense, I found Mu Huayan. She seemed to be in pain and was fighting against something.

Feng Yichen stepped into another dream, a battlefield filled with the breath of death!

"No, they didn't die, and the metaverse didn't perish." She shouted out of control.

She tried to calm herself down and sort out her thoughts, "Who are you? Why did you lie to me like this?"

But no one responded to her, and then fragments of memories flooded into her mind.

Feelings of fear, helplessness and panic attacked every nerve in her body.

"Mu Huayan, wake up quickly, you are in a dream, all of this is nothing, don't be swallowed by the nightmare."

He kept beating on an invisible barrier, trying to wake her up.

Hearing Feng Yichen's voice in a trance, he moved his mouth, "Master...Dream!"

"But why is every scene so unforgettable, as if I have experienced it all." Two lines of tears fell, her whole body was trembling, and her soul was slowly becoming transparent.

Feng Yichen was stunned for a moment. She was crying. He wanted to be with her at this moment, comfort her softly and give her hope.

"Mu Huayan, don't leave me again, wake up quickly." He broke the barrier with one punch.

She turned around when she heard the sound.

He ran to her and pulled her into his arms, a familiar spiritual power penetrated into her soul.

"Master..."

"Well, I'm here, and I'll always be with you."

The dream was broken and the soul returned successfully.

Feng Yichen woke up before her and put the few broken strands of consciousness in her body into a storage ring.

After a while, Mu Huayan woke up with her head covered, with the memories of the dream still lingering in her mind.

Feng Yichen muttered in his heart: "Just a few wisps of broken consciousness can gradually disintegrate her soul. You really care too much about them and love the Yuanjie too much."

"Master!" she called softly.

"In that case, I will protect you from now on."

Seeing that he did not respond to her, she raised her voice and called him, "Master!"

Hearing this, he smiled faintly, then raised his hand to touch her slightly pink cheek.

The warmth from his palm made her completely sober.

It was him in front of her who woke her up, but it all seemed so unreal to her. She was afraid that everything in her dream would become reality one day.

A strong feeling of fear arose suddenly, and she threw herself into his arms like a frightened deer.

Feng Yichen felt that her body was trembling slightly, and he couldn't help feeling distressed. His hands, which had nowhere to put, gently wrapped around her slender waist.

After an unknown amount of time, she fell asleep peacefully in his arms.

The next morning, she woke up on the bed in his study and saw him slumped over the desk. She put a brocade robe on him and sat beside him, staring at his sleeping face.

I couldn't help but reach out and poke his cheek. Seeing that he was about to wake up, I quickly left the spot.

When he woke up, there was a lingering fragrance in the empty study.