The whole family went mad, but the junior sister turned the tables and her luck soared.

The sky was still bright, and the afterglow of the setting sun slid in through the open window, casting a romantic and hazy golden glow over the girl's boudoir.

The mistress of the boudoir lay relaxed on the bed, and soon the soft breathing of a young girl could be heard from behind the lowered bed curtains.

As the sun set, the long, slanted shadows in the room gradually lengthened and moved, finally landing on a soft, sleeping, fluffy object.

The cub, which Yun Yici had placed in a safe spot, turned over and opened its eyes again, its gaze now clear and bright.

He slowly stood up on all fours, and the unusual height made him notice his short, thick forelegs.

The baby rabbit's blood-red pupils darkened for a moment, and its face revealed an extremely human-like look of disgust.

All demon cultivators are proud of their original forms, but because of his background, he not only has nothing to do with the tall and mighty demon race, but he is also completely unable to control his racial instincts.

The adorable baby rabbit, with what it thought was the most cold and ruthless expression, was about to leave when it realized its current state and hesitated for a moment.

In the past, when he reverted to his juvenile form, he would simply sleep through the dormant period. This was the first time he had woken up in the middle of a dormant period.

His current demonic power is insufficient to transform into human form, and he has never acted in this form.

The little rabbit struggled for a moment, then jumped to the edge of the soft mat and discovered that below it were soft blankets of varying heights, like colorful steps.

Yun Yici deliberately placed the cushion where the E's beast was sleeping on the table. Worried that the E's beast might roll down from a height, she surrounded it with pillows and piled up the only exit with blankets.

With this setup, even an ordinary rabbit would have a hard time falling to its death.

Mu Yunjian felt as if he were stepping on cotton as he stepped on the soft blanket, and without thinking, he jumped forward.

The next moment, the feeling of weightlessness from falling from a height caused him, who was not yet familiar with his body, to fall flat on his back.

That wasn't the worst of it. The soft blankets were so silky that the cub, before it could even steady itself, was thrown downwards by inertia, rolling down the mountain of blankets like a white ball of fur and finally landing on the ground.

Extremely annoyed, Mu Yunjian got up and the first thing he did was look around. Fortunately, the girl on the bed had not been woken up by his movements, and no one saw his predicament.

However, now is not the right time to investigate who this girl is; he must return to Wen Fuyue's side as soon as possible.

Only Wen Fuyue knew his true identity, and only Wen Fuyue would help him keep it a secret.

Once his identity is exposed, he will be unable to return to the demon realm, and he simply cannot survive the annual dormant period of his childhood in the human world.

He needs Wen Fuyue's protection.

Without a second thought, Mu Yun walked out, but when he reached the door and saw it was tightly closed, he realized that he couldn't open it at all.

Therefore... his only way out is...

Mu Yunjian turned to look at the wide-open window. He hopped down to the window and, facing the unreachable height, his gaze fell on the pile of soft blankets that Yun Yici had piled up for him.

Meanwhile, Yun Yici was completely unaware of the chaos outside. She was exclaiming in surprise that the time difference in her dream was the same as the time before she went to sleep.

The first two times I saw Shen Huaichuan, it was in a quiet, moonlit snowy night.

At this moment, the setting sun was like blood, and the snow that had been falling for years on the ground was illuminated and stained with a crystal sheen, as if it were on fire.

As before, Shen Huaichuan was already waiting in the dream.

When Shen Huaichuan saw her, he seemed somewhat surprised. He asked, "What happened today? You're here so early."

He was imprisoned in the Xuanling Prison, suffering the torment of karmic fire every day, and only the dreams of this strange girl could bring him a moment of peace.

Therefore, he remembered the time of each day very well.

Yun Yici said, "I need your help urgently! If I don't work harder on my cultivation, I'll be exposed."

"Senior Shen, I have a question for you. It is said that Sword Immortal Shen has ascended to immortality. Is this true or false?"

Yun Yici did not know Shen Huaichuan's identity before and regarded him as an ordinary elder. The two maintained a teacher-student relationship that was neither too close nor too distant.

She was focused on practicing swordsmanship and never inquired about his background, partly out of fear of offending him and partly because she felt it was unnecessary.

The question was about Shen Jianxian.

Shen Huaichuan looked at her calmly with his dull eyes and said, "Fake."

Now, Yun Yici was almost certain of his identity; this was definitely the real Shen Huaichuan.

That is, the legendary sword cultivator who has already ascended to immortality.

"Why do people say you've ascended to heaven? Where are you now?" Yun Yici pressed.

So where exactly did the dog system dig people out of?

Shen Huaichuan chuckled and said, "I thought you should have asked me that the first time we met."

Yun Yici said embarrassedly, "That's because I didn't know who you were at the time."

Shen Huaichuan is known to everyone. She seems to have this person in her memory, but no matter how she thinks about it, she could never have imagined that the system would imprison an ascended immortal in her dream and give her a lesson.

"I did not ascend to immortality. As for other things about me, that's not something you should know right now."

Mentioning me in front of others will do you no good.

Shen Huaichuan and his sect have long since vanished into the dust of history, becoming figures untouchable.

Yun Yici said, "Senior Shen, please rest assured, I have never mentioned you in front of outsiders. But there is one more thing: is your sword with you?"

"I have information about your sword, but I can't tell if it's true or not."

Shen Huaichuan, who was sitting on a futon, stood up upon hearing this. He stretched out his right hand, and his inner energy condensed, forming a spirit sword exuding a murderous aura in his hand.

The sword's blade is as white as a fish's belly, its edge gleaming with a cold light, and the pattern on the hilt resembles the Chinese character "川" (river).

As Yun Yici looked at the sword pattern, she seemed to hear the roar of a hundred rivers rushing forward. Upon closer inspection, she realized it was the clear, ringing sound of a spirit sword.

Just looking at this sword made Yun Yici's heart surge with emotion.

Perhaps her gaze was too intense, for Shen Huaichuan actually stood up and handed her the sword he was holding.

He said, “My sword is also named Huaichuan. I became famous with this sword, so people call me Shen Huaichuan. The one in your hand is the real one.”

“I no longer need a sword. If you are certain that it is Huai Chuan, it would be your good fortune to acquire it.”

Holding Huai Chuan in her hand, Yun Yici couldn't help but ask, "Senior Shen, where exactly are you?"

Why would a sword immortal who has only recently ascended to immortality say that he no longer needs a sword?

Shen Huaichuan was about to speak when the system exclaimed first: "Host, something's wrong!! Wake up!!! Your Evil Beast has escaped, hurry, hurry, hurry!!!"

Ah? ? ?

Yun Yici stared blankly as Shen Huaichuan's figure gradually disappeared, and even the heavy Huaichuan sword in her hand vanished into nothingness.

The system's words were still ringing in her ears when she suddenly sat up in bed and lifted the bed curtains, just in time to meet the eyes of the E's Beast, which had already climbed to the window with the help of the soft blankets.