The cat demon defies the heavens and is the emperor’s only beloved disciple!

Ling Shuo stood quietly in front of the bamboo house.

From inside came Lan Youyou's childish voice, trembling with tears.

That concern and anxiety seeped through the crack in the door and clearly reached Ling Shuo's ears.

"Sister Master, does it hurt? Let me warm it up for you..."

Ling Shuo's fingers tightened slightly, her knuckles turning white.

He could imagine Xu Wan's face, pale as paper, at that moment!

That was a sign that the spiritual power of the Divine Continent Talisman was overdrawn by forcibly activating it.

He wanted to rush in and ask her how she was.

He wanted to take out all the usable pills he had on him!

But he was also afraid that his recklessness would disturb them!

All I could do was stand outside the door like a coward, listening to what was happening inside.

"It doesn't hurt, I'm just a little tired."

"Youyou, if you're sleepy, go to sleep first!"

"Sister Master, is the evil thing inside you really gone?"

inside the house.

Lan Youyou tilted her head and pointed her little finger at Xu Wan's chest, her tone full of concern.

"It's gone. It's all thanks to Youyou's spiritual protection and my godfather's help."

Upon hearing this, Lan Youyou proudly raised her little face and patted her chest with her little hand:

"That's right! From now on, I will protect my sister master with my spiritual sense every day and never let anything bad get near you again!"

"Good good!"

Xu Wan answered with a smile!

Then, he took Lan Youyou's soft little hand and led her to sit down in front of the bamboo couch.

She took out a bright green bamboo basket from her storage ring.

The bamboo basket was filled with golden rapeseed flowers, blooming freely and vibrantly.

It was Ling Shuo who gave it to Xu Wan yesterday morning!

"Youyou, the flower you like."

Xu Wan pushed the bamboo basket towards Lan Youyou and said softly.

Wow! These flowers are so well preserved!

Lan Youyou exclaimed in surprise!

His blue eyes instantly shone like two little stars.

She reached out her little hand and carefully touched the delicate petals.

"Like it?"

Xu Wan looked at her like this, her eyes full of smiles.

"Mmm~ I like it! Thank you, Sister Shizun!"

Lan Youyou nodded vigorously, then leaned closer to the bamboo basket and took a deep breath.

"It smells so good! Sister Master, may I have these flowers?"

"sure!"

"Actually... this was a special gift from your Uncle Ling to you."

"He really likes you, Youyou!"

Upon hearing this, Lan Youyou became even more enamored with it!

She buried her face in the cluster of golden flowers, rubbed against them, and a sweet smile appeared on her lips.

"Uncle Ling clearly gave it to you, so he must like you very much."

She muttered to herself, then looked up with a serious expression.

"Sister Master, where should we put it?"

"Of course, you can put it wherever you like."

Xu Wan replied indulgently.

Lan Youyou happily carried the bamboo basket, circled around the room, and finally chose the low table under the window.

She tiptoed and gently placed the bamboo basket on it, then stepped back a few paces, tilted her head to admire it for a moment, and nodded in satisfaction.

"Putting it here, the flowers will feel even warmer in the sunlight!"

outside the house.

Ling Shuo stood with his hands behind his back, his ears turning red as he listened to those words.

He lowered his head even further, but the corners of his mouth involuntarily turned up slightly.

"Sister Master, the scent of these flowers is so comforting, would you like some?"

Lan Youyou's voice rang out again, carrying a hint of understanding and consideration.

Xu Wan couldn't help but smile as she watched her adorable antics as she bustled around doing things.

She walked to Lan Youyou's side, picked her up, and placed her on the bamboo couch.

"Alright, the flowers are all set up. You can play by yourself for a while. I need to meditate, okay?"

"it is good!"

Lan Youyou nodded obediently, then looked at Xu Wan with some worry.

"Sister Master, are you still in pain? Should I blow on it for you?"

Xu Wan felt a warmth in her heart, took its little hand in her hand, and whispered:

"I'm just a little tired, I'll be fine after a short rest, don't worry."

As she spoke, she sat cross-legged, closed her eyes, and began to circulate the internal energy within her body.

Upon seeing this, Lan Youyou immediately held her breath and didn't dare to move an inch.

She sat quietly to the side, her blue eyes fixed on Xu Wan, as if afraid of making the slightest sound to disturb her.

The room was quiet, with only the rustling of bamboo leaves outside the window and the faint sweet fragrance of rapeseed flowers.

Through the crack in the door, Ling Shuo could vaguely see Xu Wan sitting cross-legged on a bamboo couch inside the room, her expression calm and her breathing long and even.

She was clearly adjusting her breathing.

Listening to Lan Youyou's even breathing and Xu Wan's gradually steady breathing, the heavy weight that had been hanging over his heart all night finally lifted.

Since they were alright, he was relieved.

Ling Shuo neither knocked on the door nor approached it again.

He simply stood up straight, took one last look at the door, turned around, and leaped up.

The scene changes!

at the same time!

Lingxu Pavilion.

Inside the pavilion.

Candlelight flickers.

Xuan Qing was sitting cross-legged on the couch, shirtless, holding a secret manual called "The Dragon Transformation Technique" in his hand.

At this moment!

He practiced the techniques shown above.

As his cultivation progressed, more dragon scales grew on his body, a sensation that was both painful and itchy.

A faint golden light surrounded the void.

Just as Xuanqing was deeply engrossed in his cultivation, a willow leaf landed on his leg and then transformed into human form.

The woman, dressed in a light blue gauze, leaned against him. Xuan Qing suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze filled with surprise.

His master, Master Jiuyang, had set up a barrier around this room, so how did this woman get in?

Without thinking twice, he pushed the woman away and quickly put the "Dragon Transformation Manual" on the bed into his spatial storage, fearing that Qingyan would snatch it away.

He lightly scolded:

"What are you doing here? Don't disturb my cultivation!"

Qingyan persisted, leaning closer to his ear:

"Of course I missed you, so I came to see you."

"Look at how diligently you're practicing. I was the one who gave you this manual."

Xuan Qing straightened his posture, not even glancing at Qing Yan, and instead threatened:

"The hour of Yin is approaching, why don't you leave quickly? If it gets light, you won't be able to escape."

Qingyan smiled smugly:

"Heh! Are you afraid that if I die, no one will teach you how to cultivate the 'Dragon Transformation Technique'?"

Xuanqing suddenly condensed a sharp spiritual power at his fingertips, and the golden light around his body flickered violently due to the fluctuation of his emotions. The stinging sensation of the newly grown dragon scales suddenly intensified, as if countless steel needles were twisting under his skin.

"Stop talking nonsense!"

He suppressed the surging energy within him and said coldly:

"This technique is profound. I can improve by studying it myself, without needing anyone else to interfere."

Qingyan was not afraid of his pressure at all. Instead, she took half a step forward, her green gauze skirt brushing against his bare forearm. Her fingertips landed on a newly formed dragon scale and gently pinched it.

"hiss!"

Xuan Qing gasped!

The spiritual power emanating from Qingyan's fingertips seemed to possess a strange magic, penetrating straight into the bone marrow along the dragon scales, causing even the originally turbulent golden light within his body to momentarily stagnate.

"Study it on your own?"

Qingyan's eyes sparkled, carrying a hint of mockery and allure.

"Xuanqing, do you really think you're exceptionally intelligent?!"

"Without my guidance, could you have transformed into a dragon and become an emperor?"

Upon hearing this, Xuan Qing's pupils contracted slightly, and fine beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

What she said was true; the pain of transforming into a dragon far exceeded his imagination. If it weren't for some kind of power secretly maintaining him, he would indeed have found it difficult to endure.

Even so, it's none of your business to tell us what to do.

Xuanqing gritted his teeth and forcibly circulated his cultivation technique, trying to force out Qingyan's spiritual power.

Qingyan chuckled lightly, but instead of withdrawing her hand, she moved her fingertips slightly, and a domineering power slowly flowed into Xuanqing's body.

That power miraculously alleviated the excruciating pain caused by the growth of the dragon scales.

"do not move!"

She leaned close to Xuanqing's ear, her voice so soft it was almost bewitching.

"Xuanqing~~"

“I know you hate me, hate me for taking your body, hate me for suddenly appearing now.”