The leader of the cultivation alliance has a crush on me.

After following Feng Xun into the house, they watched as Feng Xun cast a cleaning spell, instantly making the dusty room clean and bright.

The house was very simple, really simple. There were only two tables and a few stools inside. Song Ke walked around the house and walked to Feng Xun's side, asking uncertainly, "Are we staying here tonight?"

Feng Xun nodded: "Just rest here tonight, please make do."

After saying that, he walked out of the house and said, "I'll go and light a few lanterns at the door to keep them quiet in the middle of the night."

Song Ke paused for a moment, then quickly nodded: "Okay, sure."

After watching him leave, Song Ke stared blankly at the empty room for a few minutes, a thoughtful expression on her face. She finally realized that something looked familiar. This courtyard was almost the same as the courtyard of the fortune teller that Song Chen had taken her to.

It's not that the house looks like it, but the layout and orientation of the house are exactly the same as that courtyard.

"Tsk, is that old man some kind of ancient turtle?"

"goddess?"

As Song Ke was thinking, she walked over and sat down at the table. Suddenly, a thought flashed through her mind. She looked up and saw that the sky was still the same, but something felt different.

Before she could figure out the mystery, Feng Xun came in from outside. He saw Song Ke sitting at the table with her hands on the table, like a well-behaved student.

He walked over and sat down, then took out the pastries and roast chicken he had bought at the market that day from his storage bag. Song Ke's eyes lit up immediately.

"And that bowl of tea, bring it out quickly, I'm dying of thirst."

Upon hearing this, Feng Xun immediately waved his hand again, and two bowls of tea appeared on the table. Song Ke hurriedly picked one up and took a sip, thinking that this bowl of tea looked a bit like the Song Dynasty tea bowls she had seen on TV, with beautiful patterns painted on them. The bowl she wanted had a picture of a rabbit eating grass, while Feng Xun's bowl had a picture of a green bamboo.

Song Ke, recalling that his residence in the Xuanshang Palace was also filled with bamboo, asked curiously, "Feng Xun, do you like bamboo?"

Before Feng Xun could answer, Song Ke couldn't help but laugh. He liked bamboo, which made him look like a giant panda. After comparing them, she realized that Feng Xun didn't look like a giant panda, but rather like a war god who could ride a giant panda.

Feng Xun also took a sip of tea, looking at Song Ke with a puzzled expression, finding her laughter inexplicable: "What are you laughing at?"

Song Ke quickly stuffed another bite of pastry into her mouth and shook her head, saying, "It's nothing, I wasn't smiling."

"You should eat too, I don't see you eating much."

Feng Xun didn't move, but just sipped his tea and said, "I won't be hungry whether I eat or not."

After saying that, he looked at Song Ke indifferently and said, "Your talent is not bad, so why is your cultivation level so low? Do you need to eat to fill your stomach?"

Song Ke herself wasn't quite sure. She thought about what Song Chen had said before: "My sister said it was because I'm too lazy."

After saying that, he muttered to himself, "However, I haven't always been cultivating in your Upper Palace. With your level of cultivation, you shouldn't be able to teach a poor student like me."

"Feng Xun, did you not try your best to teach me?"

Feng Xun was only slightly surprised, then said calmly, "I'm not your master."

Song Ke said "Oh" and then said, "I heard that you have also given guidance to many people, but their cultivation levels are not very good."

Feng Xun: "..."

Song Ke smiled, meeting Feng Xun's frowning gaze, and changed the subject, asking, "By the way, with your high cultivation level, do you know how to travel from one space to another?"

Feng Xun asked her, "Where do you want to go?"

As Song Ke listened, she put down the pastries in her hand, clapped her hands, and placed her palm up on the table. Under her thoughts, the root of love slowly emerged from her palm.

The moment Feng Xun sensed the root of love, he felt as if a large hand was tightly gripping his heart. He had a strange and unfamiliar feeling, and he subconsciously placed his hand on his heart.

Seeing the change in his expression, Song Ke moved her hand closer to him and said, "Look, this is yours."

"Why don't you try to see if you can take it back?"

Feng Xun stared blankly at the half-red love root, his gaze slightly focused, as if he could see many scenes through the love root. Those scenes kept jumping and changing rapidly, so fast that even his cultivation level could not keep up with the speed of change.

He felt a sense of familiarity with those scenes, and was slightly lost in thought. Finally, he saw a figure fall from the sky, and then the world went dark, and he could see nothing at all.

Song Ke's gaze remained fixed on Feng Xun. Sensing something was wrong with him, she immediately clenched her fist, pulled back her erect penis, and looked at him with concern, asking, "What's wrong?"

As soon as Song Ke finished speaking, she saw Feng Xun seem to be startled, his hand on the table trembling slightly. After a moment, he calmed down and said in a peaceful tone, "It's nothing."

"Quickly put it away."

Song Ke looked puzzled, glanced at Feng Xun, then at the love token in her palm, and said, "This is yours, why do I see such a disgusted look in your eyes?"

"For this half-hearted love of yours, do you know how much effort I've put in..." Song Ke's voice suddenly stopped.

Is Chu Tiancheng dead?

Looking at Feng Xun and then thinking of Chu Tiancheng, Song Ke inexplicably felt that the two were five points similar.

Then I remembered what Song Chen said. She said that the first time she saw Qinggen find someone on his own, even though he had said that he had entered the wrong space, he still found Qinggen.

Song Ke secretly looked at Feng Xun, finding it hard to imagine what such a cold and aloof person would be like with emotions and desires.

Perhaps Song Ke had witnessed it before.

But she was just a nobody who had neither memories nor cultivation.

So much so that even though Feng Xun hung up spirit-avoiding lanterns around the courtyard in the middle of the night, Song Ke was still affected.

She was awakened by a sharp noise, as if someone were holding a sharp weapon, or more accurately, the sound of fingernails scratching wood.

“…cluck…cluck…cluck…cluck…”

Each sound seemed to scratch at one's heart, making one subconsciously hold their breath, sending chills down one's spine.

Song Ke looked in Feng Xun's direction and saw him sitting cross-legged against the wall, his eyes closed and his expression calm, as if the sounds outside had no effect on him.

Song Ke hesitated, wondering whether she should go over and call him.

However, according to what she read on TV and in novels, it's best not to disturb them when they are practicing martial arts or cultivating, otherwise they might suffer from qi deviation.

Feng Xun has no feelings now. If he were to truly fall into demonic possession, it would be a great calamity.

Song Ke peered through the crack in the door, and as soon as she looked out, she turned pale with fright.

Her legs went weak, and she gritted her teeth, struggling to hold onto the door to keep herself from collapsing. Then, she spoke softly in a trembling voice, as if afraid of disturbing something.

"Feng Feng Feng... Feng Xun... Wake up... Wake up."

"They...are trying to climb over the wall..."

Although Song Ke's voice was barely audible, it carried very clearly in the quiet and spacious room.

Feng Xun frowned but didn't open his eyes. Because it was pitch black, Song Ke didn't notice and thought Feng Xun hadn't heard her. She looked at the things outside and raised her voice a little, but it was still trembling, as if there was a spring in her throat, and the words she spoke were intermittent and shaking.