Stealing the female lead's favor turns her from a heartthrob to a universally disliked figure.

She looked down again at the two characters "Yan Chen" on the small snow pear pendant around her neck and tried hard to memorize them.

But her thoughts suddenly drifted off again.

She remembered that he took off his mask to show her his face, but in fact she couldn't see anything clearly.

But why?

With mixed feelings, she dressed herself and sat down again beside the Great Sound Mystic Zither, her hands unconsciously plucking the strings.

When she realized she was playing the Dreamweaver, she was slightly lost in thought.

Last night in my dream, it seemed like she was playing a dream-weaving melody the whole time!

After calming herself down, she cleared her mind of all distractions and focused intently on playing the Dream Weaver.

Perhaps it was because I had practiced countless times in my dreams the night before, but when I played it again, I no longer felt the awkwardness and difficulty I had the night before.

However, this can only be considered fluent, and cannot reach the highest level of weaving dreams with the sound of the zither.

So Li Qingqing played this for an entire day.

She only stopped when the Spirit Chef Peak Master came to bring her dinner.

"Little Li, practicing the Nine Volumes of Huayin is important, but you also need to rest! I see you've been practicing all day, come and eat something to replenish your energy." The Spirit Chef Peak Master laid out a table full of spiritual food for her.

Li Qingqing washed her hands and sat down, saying with a touch of emotion, "Uncle-Master, you are so good to me."

In the entire Nine Spirits Sect, only the Spirit Chef Peak Master would notice whether she had eaten or was hungry.

"Do you find the Dreamweaver's Song particularly difficult to master?" the Spirit Chef Peak Master said with a smile.

Li Qingqing nodded. "Yes. I can learn other pieces very quickly, but this Dream Weaver is more than a hundred times more difficult than the Dream Enterer."

The Spirit Chef Peak Master nodded affirmatively, “That’s natural. There are countless people and countless dreams. Everyone wants to have beautiful dreams, but they often find themselves in nightmares. I’ve been listening to you for a day, and you’ve played the music very skillfully, but you don’t have any images in your mind to weave dreams, so you can’t weave dreams with the music.”

"Am I lacking dream images in my mind?" Li Qingqing seriously thought and reflected.

The Spirit Chef Peak Master sat down beside him, took a sip of tea, and then said, "The difficulty of the Dream Weaver's Song is obvious; even your master, Yunyan, couldn't grasp its essence. However, my master once said something to me..."

"He said that if someone who plays the Dream Weaver's Song is thinking of becoming a dream weaver, or even using dreams to control and influence others, they will never play the Dream Weaver's Song well. The person who can truly play the Dream Weaver's Song should be a healer..."

Li Qingqing was taken aback. "A healer?"

"Yes. Using the sound of the zither as medicine, it heals the deepest wounds in people's hearts. The sound of the zither weaves dreams, and it is also ever-changing; it is not a single piece of music..."

This suggestion suddenly brought a picture to Li Qingqing's mind.

She played the Dream Weaver all day, but her mind was actually blank; all she heard was the melody.

"Uncle-Master, I think I understand. I'll try it again later."

The Spirit Chef Peak Master was very pleased to see that she had an epiphany so quickly.

"Relaxing appropriately can sometimes have unexpected effects. When you're not practicing, try to enjoy some spiritual food. It will make you feel that the world is exceptionally beautiful and will help you practice the Dream Weaver's Song."

"Yes. I will." Li Qingqing took a sip of the Nourishing Spirit Soup and nodded with a smile.

The Spirit Chef Peak Master had already eaten, so he sat down to drink tea and see which spiritual dish Li Qingqing preferred, and then asked her for her opinion.

After Li Qingqing offered suggestions on several dishes, the Spirit Chef Peak Master left happily.

There's a reason he likes to make spiritual food for Xiao Li. She can really tell you the truth about the taste and various issues with spiritual food, and she can explain the intricacies of it.

Unlike others, who either flattered him in various ways after eating his spiritual food, or acted as if it were their due, like Fu Changye, who only regarded him as a cook.

The Lingqin Peak was extremely beautiful under the setting sun. Li Qingqing did not rush to play the Dream Weaver Melody, but instead went back to the Changling Sacred Spring Space to take a bath and rest for a while.

She didn't appear beside the Great Sound Mystic Zither until the bright moon was high in the sky.

Just as her fingers touched the strings, a gentle breeze arose, and a soft spiritual voice carried over.

[My eyes are going blind! I just saw Fatty and Iceberg Peak Master kissing...]

Li Qingqing paused slightly while playing the piano, her face filled with disbelief.

There's been such a big progress between Bai Xiangling and Fu Changye.

This speed is much faster than in my previous life!

Just then, I heard the forsythia on Lingqin Peak ask me a question.

[Floating Spirit Flower, where did you see this?]

[At Luoyue Pool behind Lingqin Peak, the Ice Mountain Peak Master was bathing when Bai Pangpang somehow wandered over and accidentally fell into the pool, landing right in the Ice Mountain Peak Master's arms. Just as Bai Pangpang cried out in surprise, he accidentally kissed him on the lips... and then they kissed for a long time...]

Li Qingqing was immediately filled with anger.

If they're being affectionate, why do they need to come to Lingqin Peak's territory?

Did they feel that Lingqin Peak was too empty with only her there?

No, we absolutely cannot let them develop this habit.

Her Lingqin Peak cannot become their absurd backyard; it's too disgusting!

If people saw this, they would think she was giving them preferential treatment or opening doors for them.

Thinking of this, she suddenly began to play a soothing melody...

Meanwhile, at Luoyuetan, Fu Changye, who had finally broken through the restraint in his heart and was passionately kissing Bai Xiangling, suddenly felt as if he had been doused with cold water, and all interest vanished.

Bai Xiangling appeared shy and flustered on the surface, but inside she was excited and thrilled.

The man she had always wanted to win over finally dropped his aloof attitude towards her!

He was her master, strong and handsome, and the way he kissed her was so exciting!

Fu Changye seemed to only then see Bai Xiangling clearly, and said with a mixture of suppressed anger and astonishment, "Xiao Bai, I think I was just affected by an illusion. I'm sorry to have wronged you! What are you doing here?"

Bai Xiangling was dumbfounded; had she been affected by the illusion?

"It's my fault!" Fu Changye stretched out his long arm and gently stroked her fair and delicate face, seemingly reluctant to let her go.

Bai Xiangling, who was always bold, and who was also aroused by Fu Changye's kiss, hugged him with red eyes.

"It's not Master's fault. I saw Master come out and seemed to be in a bad mood, so I followed you. I accidentally fell into the deep pool. Thank you, Master, for saving me."

Bai Xiangling tried her best to appear delicate and beautiful, subtly snuggling into his arms with her most prized asset, her body trembling slightly, as if she were about to cry.

The scene was clearly quite ambiguous, but the zither music that echoed above Lingqin Peak was like a monk striking a wooden fish, silently suppressing all his restless thoughts.

He felt that if he listened any longer, he would become a monk on the spot.

This was also the first time he had been so affected by the sound of the piano.

He was very unhappy, partly because of the music, and partly because his dual cultivation journey had to be postponed.

After taking a few deep breaths, he still left with Bai Xiangling.