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At noon, the disciples of Tianyuan Sect returned to their residences after finishing their morning practice. It was very quiet, and even the usually bustling martial arts training ground had only three people left.

Among the various tall buildings, the dilapidated little house is quite eye-catching.

Sunlight streamed through the window and fell directly onto Chen An's face.

Fu Gui tilted his head slightly, leaned against Chen An's lap, and made even snoring sounds.

Chen An sat cross-legged on the bed, his expression constantly changing, but overall he was happy.

"Meow."

Fu Gui was pulled into an unknown space. Just as he was about to make a move while bent over, Chen An floated in the air with his hands on his hips.

"Where is this?" Fu Gui was unsure if this was an illusion, so he kept his eyes fixed on the person in front of him without letting his guard down.

For every step Chen An took forward, it took two steps back. After a long stalemate, Chen An had no choice but to pass on Fu Gui.

Looking up again, there was no light around, yet everything was clearly visible: fifty pounds of pure soil floated in the air, sprinkled with seeds of various precious medicinal herbs.

In just one afternoon, it sprouted and grew two inches taller.

At this rate, a batch of medicinal herbs can be grown in just three days.

Within this space, one can feel the passage of time, as well as the constraints of order.

If we were to inquire about the source of this order, it could only be Chen An. Her every move affects this place. The only drawback is that her body cannot enter this place; she is the only one among everyone who can only enter through her soul.

There was a knock on the door, two long and two short.

After circling Chen An three times, Fu Gui transformed into Qing Yue and poked his head out from behind the half-open door.

Xu Wuhen, as if it were a habit, greeted Fugui skillfully and squeezed in sideways.

Fu Gui rolled his eyes at him, transformed into a cat, jumped to Chen An's legs, and gently bit Chen An's fingers that were resting on his thigh.

"She broke through?" Xu Wuhen shook his head in disbelief. It was the first time he had ever seen someone break through without getting injured.

Chen An adjusted his breathing, and when he opened his eyes, fresh blood spurted from his mouth.

Not only Fugui, but even the usually calm Xu Wuhen was shocked. This amount of bleeding was comparable to losing a hand or foot.

Fu Gui looked exhausted and weakly opened his eyes, staring at Xu Wuhen with guilt: "Today, I'm afraid I won't be able to go to the back mountain with you."

Xu Wuhen's gaze flickered slightly. He felt that Chen An was acting strangely and wanted to see what Chen An was thinking, but Chen An keenly noticed it.

By the time his technique entered Chen An's body, Chen An had already entered a meditative state.

He was somewhat disappointed at not getting any information, but he didn't show it too obviously.

"You should rest and recover. We'll continue once you've fully recovered."

Chen An nodded, raised one hand, and said, "Please."

Xu Wuhen smiled and walked out. Three steps later, Fugui closed the door.

He turned to look at the door, shutting out his own presence.

The sun was blazing, and the shadows were exceptionally clear. He made a hand seal with his right hand, and the shadows actually started to move, even showing a faint tendency to rush outwards.

A moment later, the shadow broke free from the ground's restraints and transformed into a dark human figure, standing face to face with Xu Wuhen.

"Keep an eye on her." As he spoke, Xu Wuhen pointed at Chen An, his anger barely concealed in his eyes.

After he left, the shadow's body, like a melted candle, flowed smoothly downwards from head to toe until it turned into a pool of black water and merged into the earth.

The black water kept moving and entered Chen An's room.

At the same time, Fu Gui stood where Xu Wuheng had stood, and he stepped on the spot with his paw, skillfully marking it with his urine.

Inside the room, Chen An wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, stood up with the support of the bedside, and then fell heavily back onto the bed.

She breathed heavily, trying to make herself more comfortable, and slowly closed her eyes.

The shadow relayed the information to Xu Wuhen, who naturally did not believe it. If Chen An had nothing to hide from him, how could he have imagined that he would probe his thoughts and clear his mind in time?

He grew angrier the more he thought about it, smashed the jade cup in his hand on the ground, and muttered, "Keep watching."

Fu Gui pushed open the door and immediately noticed the dark shadow. He stood on it and started meowing.

No matter where the shadow went, Fugui could find it. He lay on it and called for a full quarter of an hour, managing to call the shadow away and also pulling Chen'an out of the space.

"Little Fugui, stop calling me that."

Chen An raised his right hand, gesturing for Fu Gui to come over. Fu Gui jumped onto the bed, buried his head in Chen An's arms, and fell asleep peacefully.

Inside the space, Chen An thought to himself, "Faking illness is really difficult."

But when she saw her achievements, she felt much better.

Some of the ethereal space was divided in two by her, in the style of Pangu creating the world. The lighter part became the sky, which slowly rose, while the heavier part became the earth, which continued to sink.

With the heavens and earth clearly defined, she created different weather conditions and landscapes, like a miniature Earth. The difference is that the Pure Land does not belong to the heavens and earth, but floats between them.

Aside from the lack of day and night, the space was perfect, but after the renovation, Chen An still felt a little empty inside.

After doing all that, I didn't get any extra benefits.

She let out a long sigh and simply fell asleep.

Both of them slept soundly, holding Fu Gui in their arms, but Xu Wuhen next door was anything but happy.

He cared deeply for all living beings and bore the responsibility of protecting his sect. He couldn't afford to make a single wrong step, especially when it came to matters concerning demonic cultivators. If Chen An was the mastermind behind it all, then he would become the biggest accomplice.

The shadow went three or four more times, and each time Chen An was sleeping.

He could tell that Chen An was faking his injury, but he couldn't figure out why Chen An was faking it.

Unlike Chen An, Xu Wuhen was born into the Xu family, the head of the eight great families and the youngest child of the family patriarch.

His exceptional talent made him one of the top experts.

After their father died, their eldest brother succeeded them. Although the Xu family is not as powerful as the Xue family now, it is still among the top families.

He never needed to hide anything in his life; he could do whatever he wanted.

There's no need to be on guard because no one dares to harm him.

In his eyes, lying is betrayal; there is no cooperation, only submission.

When Chen An appeared, he saw his younger self, and naturally assumed that Chen An's concealment and wariness were for some purpose. However, Chen An simply did not want Xu Wuhen to know that she did not undergo the Heavenly Tribulation when she broke through.

Fu Gui was snoring, but he was unusually awake. He noticed the shadow coming and going, and became even more dissatisfied.

It is the only otherworldly raccoon in the world. How could Chen An, as its little brother, be bullied like this? He opened his eyes and began to think of ways to take revenge.

At three o'clock in the morning, Chen An finally woke up. To be precise, she was woken up by Fu Gui squatting on her stomach.

"Get down quickly."

Fu Gui lightly jumped to Chen An's ear and said, "Xu Wuhen has his shadow watch over you. Be careful."

Chen An turned her head and placed her hand on Fu Gui's head, saying, "I understand, he's the head of a sect." After a pause, she looked into Fu Gui's eyes again, "I haven't betrayed him, so let him keep an eye on me."

Separated by a wall, Xu Wuhen stood up straight, wondering if he was just being paranoid.