Mortal: Dreams Arise Amidst a Chaotic Sea of ​​Stars

The night was as dark as ink, thick clouds obscured the moon, and the entire backyard was so quiet that even the chirping of insects seemed to be choked.

Han Xiaoliu crouched low, moving swiftly along the wall, his black clothes almost blending into the shadows.

Bubbles floated on his shoulders, and his small body, wrapped in a cloak, looked eerie.

Lu Xueqi followed at the back, her steps so light they felt like she was walking on cotton, but she kept looking back, afraid of being seen.

"Young master, come in quickly!"

The door creaked open slightly, and a drunken maid peeked out, her cheeks flushed, her eyes watery, and her gaze hazy yet cunning—she looked exactly like a little fox who had secretly drunk some wine.

Han Xiaoliu squinted at her, "Are you all drugged?"

"Hmm!" Little Milkie proudly raised her chin, her cheeks still flushed from drinking.

"They're all fast asleep! They won't wake up until noon tomorrow!" After she finished speaking, she deliberately shook the empty porcelain bottle containing the sleeping pills in her hand. The faint purple smoke remaining at the bottom of the bottle rose up, exuding an eerie sweet fragrance under the moonlight.

Han Xiaoliu's lips curled up slightly, secretly praising him: Not bad, he's already a capable henchman who can stand on his own and is skilled in using sleeping pills.

If Doctor Mo knew this in the afterlife, he would surely smile in his grave—his medical skills would ultimately be passed down through the hands of this little girl, spreading poison... no, it would be remembered for eternity!

"Alright, you go back to sleep first." He waved his hand, his tone relaxed.

"No!" Lu Xueqi immediately pouted, grabbed the doorframe, her eyes wide and staring intently at him. "I want to look at you!"

That look clearly said: You're definitely going to do something naughty! I have to keep an eye on you!

Han Xiaoliu was instantly furious. His brows furrowed, and he lowered his voice, angrily saying, "Are you questioning my character?"

"Hmph!" The little girl didn't back down, put her hands on her hips, raised her little face, and widened her almond eyes, looking like she was saying, "I just don't believe you."

The two stood there staring at each other at the door, one looking fierce and the other self-righteous, neither willing to back down an inch.

Bubble rolled her eyes on my shoulder, slapped her forehead with her little hand, and let out a barely audible sigh: "Sigh...childish."

Before the words were even finished, it had already transformed into a streak of light and "whoosh" disappeared into the room.

The two immediately stopped, exchanged a glance, and tacitly slipped inside, gently closing the door behind them.

The candles inside had long been extinguished, with only a sliver of pale moonlight shining through the window onto the bed—Yuan Yao and Yan Li lay side by side, breathing evenly, their faces serene, clearly deep in sleep.

Bubbles floated to the bedside, and with a wave of her little hand, Yuan Yao's body automatically turned over like a puppet, lying face down.

It leaped lightly and landed steadily on that firm, soft bottom, its little buttocks rubbing against it a couple of times, looking utterly delighted: "Ah...so soft! It feels almost like the breasts of those young ladies!"

"Cough cough!" Han Xiaoliu quickly cleared his throat and glanced anxiously at the door—Lu Xueqi was on the outer bed, her eyes wide open and her mouth stretched almost to her ears.

Han Xiaoliu quickly transmitted his voice: "Little ancestor! Keep your movements quiet! There's still a tattletale here! Don't let her notice anything!"

Bubble paused, her little face turned serious, and she instantly switched gears.

In a flash, its right hand transformed into a gleaming syringe, which, without hesitation, plunged deep into Yuan Yao's buttocks with a "plop"!

Yuan Yao frowned slightly, but did not wake up.

A moment later, a tube of dark red blood was drawn out.

Han Xiaoliu quickly took out the mission card, which glowed faintly in the darkness. Bubbles dripped blood into it.

"Ding! A trace of Yin-attribute law essence from the outside world has been collected! Merit +10000!"

"Ding! A portion of Yin-attribute creature's bloodline has been collected. The quest to summon the Spirit Bull-Head and Horse-Face has been activated!"

"It really worked!" Han Xiaoliu's eyes suddenly lit up, as if he saw the gates of hell opening for him, with golden summoned spirits lining up to recognize him as their master!

He immediately pulled out the Summoning Spirit Cultivation Card, his fingers trembling as he traced the gestation conditions of the Ox-Head and Horse-Face, so excited he almost jumped up on the spot.

We also need the bloodline of a special monster of the same attribute, which gives us something to look forward to!

But Bubbles didn't stop!

"Pfft!" Another needle pierced through!

"Ding! A piece of Yin-attribute spirit bloodline has been collected. The quest to summon spirit vampires, wandering ghosts, and millennia-old zombies has been activated!"

"It's still working! Keep going!" Han Xiaoliu's eyes blazed with fanaticism. With a wave of his hand, like a general on a battlefield, he shouted, "Stretch! Stretch as hard as you can! Don't stop!"

Even Jesus couldn't stop him! That's what he said!

"Pfft! Pfft!" The needles rose and fell, as precise as raindrops.

"Ding! A piece of Yin-attribute spirit bloodline has been collected. The quest to summon the Spirit Forgotten River Child has been activated!"

"Ding! A portion of Yin-attribute creature's bloodline has been collected. The quest to summon the Spirit Yaksha and the Ghost Firefly Doll has been activated!"

The system stopped responding after the seventh vial of blood was drawn.

Han Xiaoliu frowned, urging reluctantly, "Try again!"

Bubble was pricked with two more needles, but the Dreamy Little Three Realms didn't react at all, not even giving a "ding".

"Tsk..." He clicked his tongue regretfully, looking at Yuan Yao's pale face, feeling a little guilty, but he was quickly overwhelmed by the temptation of the summoned spirit. "Never mind, there's always another day."

He raised his hand and made a hand seal. A soft green light emanated from his fingertips and gently covered Yuan Yao's buttocks—the Rejuvenation Technique!

The wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even the pinhole disappeared without a trace.

Bubble skillfully took out a small celadon bottle from her sleeve, poured out two pills, glanced at Yuan Yao's weak appearance, hesitated for a moment, and then "snap" knocked out a third pill.

He stuffed all three pills into her mouth, then took out the water bottle, carefully pried open her lips and teeth, and slowly poured water into her mouth to help her swallow them.

The actions were rough and lacked the gentle compassion of a healer!

Everything was in order. The three of them exchanged a glance and nodded silently.

withdraw!

The three of them tiptoed out of the room, closing the door so quietly that they didn't even dare to disturb the wind.

Back in the courtyard, Han Xiaoliu suddenly turned around, his gaze sharp as a knife, piercing Lu Xueqi: "Go back to sleep and forget everything that happened today! If I hear even a whisper of it from anyone..."

He slowly curled the corners of his mouth into a sinister smile, "I'm never taking you out again!"

Lu Xueqi froze, her face turning deathly pale. Then she puffed out her cheeks and made an exaggerated face at him: "Hehehe—!"

After saying that, she took off running, her skirt fluttering, and disappeared at the end of the corridor in the blink of an eye, leaving only a string of suppressed giggles.

Han Xiaoliu shook his head and chuckled, while Bubble floated above his head. He put his hands on his hips, looking excited: "This girl is so radiant!"

Activate eight summoned spirits at once, whatever you say goes!

Unfortunately, apart from the Minotaur, Horse-faced Demon, Vampire, Millennia-old Zombie, and Wandering Ghost, which are all promising, it seems unlikely that other summoned spirits can be cultivated in the human realm!

True spirit bloodlines are a luxury even in the spirit world! If only I had Nangong Wan's luck, I could just pick up two true spirit corpses at will.

envy!

The following noon, sunlight slanted through the window, casting dappled patterns on the blue brick floor. The room was eerily quiet, save for the occasional tinkling of the wind chimes on the eaves, as if reminding us that time was still passing.

Yuan Yao frowned and slowly opened her eyes, her head feeling as if it had been stuffed into a stuffy drum—heavy, bloated, and buzzing.

The hangover hadn't subsided; my temples were throbbing, my throat was dry and itchy, and the strange taste of last night's alcohol—a mixture of bitterness and sweetness—still lingered on my tongue.

She tried to move, but her bones felt like they had been taken apart and then haphazardly put back together; they were sore and weak, and even raising her hand felt sluggish and dull.

She propped herself up, and as soon as she sat up straight, a subtle yet distinct stinging pain shot through her buttocks—not the sharp pain of an external injury, but more like… the lingering numbness and slight throbbing pain after being beaten.

"Hmm?" she hummed softly, instinctively reaching behind her. Her fingertips gently pressed and kneaded her soft skin, sliding from her lower back to her thighs, checking it repeatedly.

The skin is smooth and normal, with no abnormalities.

She frowned and pondered for a moment, finally attributing it to her drunken behavior—probably from falling or bumping into something last night, or perhaps from sleeping in a bad position and getting crushed.

After all, when you're blacked out from drinking, you don't even remember how you got back to your room, so it's normal to bump into something.

She shook her groggy head, trying to clear her mind, and turned to look out the window.

The sun was high in the sky, and the shadows of the trees shrank into small clusters, clearly indicating that it was already noon!

"Oh no!" she exclaimed, rushing to Yanli, who was still fast asleep beside her, and shaking her senior sister's shoulders vigorously. "Senior sister! Wake up! It's already noon! The door isn't open yet!"

Yanli rolled over, buried her face in the pillow, and mumbled, "Don't make a sound... let me sleep a little longer... even if the sky falls, I won't get up..."

Yuan Yao was so anxious that she kept pounding on the edge of the bed. Just as she was about to shout again, the door was gently pushed open.

Lu Xueqi peeked in, her cheeks rosy, her eyes bright, and she held a bowl of steaming hangover soup in her hands. She grinned and said, "Sister Yuan Yao, don't bother! We're closed today~"

"Not open for business?" Yuan Yao was taken aback.

"That's right!" The little girl skipped in, placed the soup bowl on the table, and proudly raised her chin. "I told the young master this morning that you two drank too much last night and needed to rest today!! The young master didn't say a word, just hung up a 'Closed to Guests' sign, and even made some red bean soup to help you replenish your energy!"

Yuan Yao was stunned, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

She gazed at the bowl of red soup, which was steaming with the aroma of medicine, then looked back at Yanli, who was still smacking her lips in her sleep. Finally, she gave up and leaned back against the headboard in despair.

only……

She secretly touched her buttocks again; that faint, strange feeling still lingered in her mind like a spider's web, impossible to shake off.