Look closely, this man is called Little Li.
By all accounts, as a proper gentleman, he shouldn’t be lingering in the ice block’s room like this.
But according to the Law of Erection Conservation, he currently cannot stand up.
The Cloud-Stepping Tower is bustling right now, and there are plenty of people who want to see him. If he heads back now, someone might block his door. Would it be appropriate for him to be seen violating the Law of Erection Conservation?
If word got out, what would become of the reformed "Hammer-Wielding Little Tyrant" he worked so hard to leave behind?
He didn’t even dare to imagine!
At the very least, he had to wait for the rowdy hammer enthusiast to calm down a bit...
Li Mo looked up, his gaze tracing along the slender legs wrapped in black and white. The ice block had closed her eyes at some point, her sleeping face serene and beautiful under the moonlight, which outlined her increasingly delicate figure. He couldn’t tell if she was truly asleep.
"Ice block?"
"......"
Li Mo scratched the back of her knee and noticed she only furrowed her delicate brows slightly. It didn’t seem like she was pretending to be asleep—her toes no longer tensed up when she accidentally stepped on the hammer enthusiast out of reflex.
Who could stay calm in this situation?
Frankly, Little Li felt it was impossible to remain composed. The fact that he hadn’t lost his rationality already made him a paragon among gentlemen.
......
"Little Ice has already fallen asleep."
In the gaps between countless dreams, Qin Yuzhi stood with her hands on her hips, her face brimming with pride.
"As expected of the Cult Master. You even managed to pull Little Ice into a dream without her noticing."
Shang Qinqing gave a thumbs-up.
No wonder the former high-ranking members of the Divine Calling Sect and the powerful figures of the Great Yu Dynasty were so desperate to keep her sealed away.
Dreams represent the deepest subconscious of one’s soul. Sometimes, even the dreamer can’t fully control what they dream about.
This meant that many secrets and things hidden deep within the soul—things even the dreamer wouldn’t remember after waking—could all be uncovered by Qin Yuzhi.
And it wasn’t just about entering dreams...
"Little Ice is only at the Third Realm, so pulling her into a dream isn’t too difficult."
Qin Yuzhi spoke, but a trace of solemnity flickered across her face.
"Her soul is quite unique. The real challenge is weaving a dream for her."
"I’ve heard that dream-weaving can even alter someone’s memories to some extent?"
Shang Qinqing stroked her chin and asked. Even she hadn’t witnessed the golden age of the Cloud-Dream Hall’s dream masters, so she only knew of this through hearsay.
"It’s possible, but the technique carries immense risks. It was later banned."
"I see."
Shang Qinqing nodded in disappointment upon hearing about the risks.
"By the way, where should we start weaving the dream?" Qin Yuzhi asked.
"Let’s begin from the last chapter of the picture book."
"Should we pull Li Mo in now?"
"I already tried, but for some reason, his mind is a bit too agitated. We’ll have to ease him in gradually."
......
The weather was clear, with a single sun hanging in the sky, casting a warm glow.
"I feel like I had a very long dream..."
Ying Bing woke with a start, catching the scent of firecrackers in the air.
She had dreamed of failing at the last step of her ascension to immortality and being reborn in Purple Sun Prefecture.
In the dream, she had experienced many things she had never encountered in this life.
But what left the deepest impression...
"Him..."
Ying Bing opened her eyes and froze for a moment.
The first thing she saw was a sea of festive red. Sunlight streamed through the bridal sedan’s window, casting the outline of the double-happiness character onto the tea table and illuminating her own phoenix crown and red wedding robes.
Am I getting married?
Ying Bing narrowed her ice-mirror-like phoenix eyes, sensing something off.
The Moon Palace forbade even its disciples from romantic entanglements.
She, the Moon Palace’s master, getting married?
Those words didn’t seem like they belonged together.
Buzz—
The dream’s illusory barrier rippled, showing signs of loosening.
"Palace Master, why did you fall asleep just now?"
"So you were talking in your sleep earlier? Even calling out for your junior brother in your dreams."
Two voices suddenly rang in her ears.
Ying Bing turned and saw her two closest disciples.
They were dressed in Moon Palace attire—one with panda-like dark circles under her round eyes, the other bright-eyed and already cracking melon seeds in her hand.
Ah, Little Qin and Little Qing.
Qin Yuzhi shot Shang Qinqing a look, signaling her to divert Little Ice’s attention.
Shang Qinqing finally snapped out of her daze, struck by the peerless beauty of the big ice block.
Good heavens, if Little Ice grew up just a bit more and shed her youthful naivety, she’d be downright lethal.
If she weren’t already a transcendent powerhouse, she’d probably go down in history as a femme fatale who toppled kingdoms...
"Palace Master, are you spacing out?" Shang Qinqing wiped her drool.
"I was dreaming just now."
Ying Bing shook her head, her voice distant.
"Ahem, you must be too excited. You rarely sleep this deeply."
Qin Yuzhi smiled.
Rule of Dream-Weaving:
Avoid mentioning the word "dream" too often in front of the dreamer. Doing so could trigger one of two outcomes.
First, the dream might collapse, sinking into an even deeper dream-within-a-dream. Second, the dreamer might realize it’s a dream and wake up.
"But that dream felt so real..."
Ying Bing lowered her gaze, instinctively reaching for her waist.
Her hand met empty air, and she paused. Why had she done that?
It felt like she had lost something important, but she couldn’t pinpoint why she felt so hollow.
As she sank into thought, the dream’s barrier began to ripple again.
Qin Yuzhi quickly interjected, "You’re about to get married. No matter how beautiful the dream was, how could it compare to today?"
"That’s right! Today’s the day you’re marrying Junior Brother Li!"
Shang Qinqing’s eyes sparkled with excitement.
"Why are you so happy about my marriage...?"
Ying Bing tilted her head slightly, her mind clearing as a faint smile tugged at her lips.
Yes, today was her wedding day.
Originally, as the Moon Palace’s master, she stood at the pinnacle of power, aloof and detached, single-mindedly pursuing martial ascension while dismissing mortal love as fleeting.
Until she passed through Purple Sun Prefecture and met that youth whose fate eerily mirrored her own.
On a whim, she broke precedent and allowed Li Mo to enter the Moon Palace.
Later, he confessed to her. He was locked in the back mountains for days, nearly freezing to death, yet he never took back his words. In the end, she reluctantly agreed to pretend to be his girlfriend, thinking she could guide him back from his misguided path.
Instead, she was the one led further astray, their fake relationship turning real.
Things escalated until marriage became the only way to settle it. Facing the rumors head-on, she charged forward without hesitation...
Yes, that’s how it happened. It made perfect sense.
The hollowness in her heart vanished instantly.
The dream’s barrier stopped rippling, solidifying like an impenetrable fortress.
Qin Yuzhi: "......"
She had just been brainstorming solutions.
After all, Little Ice’s mental fortitude and soul strength were unlike anything she’d ever seen.
Who would’ve thought that the moment Little Ice learned who she was marrying, she resolved everything in the blink of an eye?
Shang Qinqing: "...... Hehe."
"Little Qing, why are you suddenly smiling like... that?"
"It’s a bit pervy," Qin Yuzhi coughed lightly.
Well, well, well.
Experiencing this firsthand was oddly addictive...
igrating to the cultivation world for two hundred years, I've managed to lie low and reach the Nascent Soul stage. Only now does my golden finger arrive? ...
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e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
