World Traveler

Pushing open the gate and walking in, the sect's courtyard was covered in blood, as if the entire world within the sect had been dyed red with blood...

Well...it's not as if, it's really dyed red.

If the perspective outside is still normal, once you enter the perspective of the Snow Mountain Sect, the entire perspective is filtered, tending to dark red, making the whole world involuntarily full of hints of blood and violence.

Then I walked inside and saw a fierce battle going on.

Inside the sect's hall, a group of Soul-Snatching disciples whose faces could not be seen surrounded the two people.

Yanan is very familiar with these two people. One is Xiahou Lan, and the other is... the young version of underage Xiahou Lan.

The young version of Xiahou Lan had tear marks on his face and empty eyes. He sat on the ground in a daze, with two corpses piled beside him.

A man and a woman, wearing clothes that were different from those of the disciples outside the sect, and a young version of Xia Houlan holding their hands tightly...

This might be the father-in-law and mother-in-law...

Now that I understand what it means to enter a dream, how can I influence it?

Yanan mobilized the magic power in his body bit by bit, fearing that he would accidentally crush the dream world.

Yanan was squatting beside little Xiahou Lan at the back, while Xiahou Lan in front was struggling to resist all the soul-stealing disciples who were trying to get close to little Xiahou Lan.

Although, every Soul-Stealing disciple was knocked to the ground by Xiahou Lan like a monster and disappeared in a few moves.

Then the next batch of fully-healthy monsters appeared around and attacked Xiahou Lan desperately.

After all, the consciousness in dreams is vague, and it is not as immune as Yanan. When falling asleep, one will involuntarily cover up a part of the memory, leaving the consciousness in a confused state.

Deep down, I have this invincible thought. Even if I possess extraordinary skills, it’s not enough. Instead, I feel like I’m stuck in a quagmire, sinking deeper and deeper…

Unless you defeat your inner demon...

Or be devoured by the inner demon...

There is no point in asking Yanan to help kill those soul-stealing disciples. These monsters are just abstract images of the inner demon. If the inner demon is not eliminated, it will be endless.

However, Yanan tried for a long time, but it was of no use.

He stretched out his index finger, which contained a tiny amount of magical power, and poked the face of the underage Xia Houlan in front of him.

The owner of this dream is still Xiahou Lan, but his consciousness is now confused, and coupled with the fear in his heart, he gave the control authority to the inner demon with his own hands.

Little Xiahou Lan felt as if someone touched her face. She turned her head away with empty eyes, looked at the empty space, and tilted her head instinctively.

So cute...

But, business is more important...

Practice makes perfect. He mobilized the appropriate amount of magic power in his hands, then reached out to hold her face and whispered in her ear.

"Lan'er, don't be afraid, I will be with you."

As if feeling the warmth of the touch on his face, little Xiahou Lan's eyes became brighter. He felt that the voice was very familiar, and vague memories began to emerge in his mind.

The figure of a bandaged man appeared in my mind...

"Yan... Nan?"

"Senior Brother Yanan!?"

As Xia Houlan's consciousness began to change, the situation on the field began to become one-sided...

But... the direction of the fall seems to be crooked?

Suddenly, the Soul-Snatching disciples, as if they had taken a powerful pill, transformed from third-rate rookies into first-rate fighters. After a joint attack, Xia Houlan died in a few seconds...

Ah this......

Yanan, who was floating beside little Xiahou Lan, widened his eyes instantly when he saw the sudden explosion of the plot.

This, isn't this right?

Yanan watched as the disciple of Duopo stretched out his hand in front of little Xiahou Lan and was about to use his magic power to forcibly shatter the dream. Suddenly, several darts shot and killed everyone around him.

These monsters with first-rate combat power had no ability to resist the darts at all, and they didn't even let out a scream before dying.

What’s even more amazing is that these monsters never reappeared after falling to the ground, and the bloody and violent filter also disappeared.

Yanan followed the trajectory of the dart and saw a bandaged man standing on the eaves of the Snow Mountain Sect's main hall under the moonlight.

The bandaged man jumped down from the eaves, came to little Xia Houlan, picked her up, kissed her forehead, and comforted her.

"Lan'er, don't be afraid, I will be with you."

"Woo woo woo~ Senior Brother Yanan!"

Little Xiahou Lan returned to normal, no longer looking dazed. She threw herself into Yanan's arms, snuggling with him and telling him what was in her heart with tears in her eyes.

Ah this......

Yanan stood there looking at himself and little Xiahou Lan in front of him and felt really uncomfortable.

Xiao Xia Houlan!

I haven’t even held such a cute little Xiahou Lan in my arms yet, but this bandaged man got her first!

However, after the dream world stabilized, the entire world began to pass by as if at double speed.

The bandaged man brought Little Xiahou back to Kongtong Sect, directly seized the position of the sect leader, and took the head of the soul-stealing leader.

Taking Xia Houlan to a familiar restaurant at the foot of the mountain, while eating, he reiterated the promise he made back then...

Xia Houlan grew up, became the head of the sect, and gave birth to two big fat boys...

Shouldn't it be a man and a woman?

It seems that Lan'er prefers boys, so I will just love my daughter more then.

After all, how does the saying go?

Daughters are all their father’s past lives…

Ahem, fuck, when I think about it, I was a fucking single guy in my previous life!

Then let’s have a little cotton jacket!

While studying the dream, Yanan watched the subsequent development of Xiahou Lan's dream and felt bored, so he made a few complaints.

Although the subsequent plots were cut to the next scene in the blink of an eye, Yanan still enjoyed watching it.

Later on, the plot began to repeat itself, even starting directly from the night of the family massacre in the Great Snow Mountain. Yanan felt that it was about time, so he dispersed his human form and turned back into a black and white fish, swimming towards the border of the dream.

I have to admit that I am quite talented in dream magic. At least now I am very familiar with transformation.

Soon, Yanan found a dream bubble at the border, which also exuded a familiar scent.

Maybe it’s...Yu Xiaomei’s?

Boo!

The little fish took advantage of its magic power and quickly got in.

………………

Wow!

This time it actually has a human form, so there is no need to find Yu Xiaomei to guide her in creating it.

Yanan looked at the bandaged man sitting in the sect leader's position below and nodded with satisfaction. He mobilized his magic power to wrap himself and prepared to try out the research results he had just achieved.

Yanan, who was in the state of a black and white fish, used the expanded understanding of his magical powers to drill towards the bandaged man below.

The bandaged man paused, moved his body slightly, looked at the unreal yet real scene around him, and spoke slowly.

"It's done."