The plan for a day is best made in the evening.

"What are you thinking about?"

Mu Qingyi's delicate brows slightly furrowed as she inquired.

An Yi snapped back to reality, only then realizing Mu Qingyi had drawn near without him noticing.

Her fresh, elegant scent was intoxicating, carrying an indescribably alluring note.

"Oh, nothing much."

Seeing Mu Qingyi looking preoccupied, An Yi couldn't help but ask curiously, "What's wrong? You look like you have something on your mind."

"Are you... returning to the mundane world next?"

Mu Qingyi asked in a low voice, a hint of reluctance between her brows.

An Yi chuckled lightly, "You could come back with me."

His initial reason for coming to the Immortal Sect was to save Shen Muxuan.

Then, the main quest involving Shangguan Qianqian had made him stay for a while longer.

Next, he indeed planned to return to the mundane world.

"The Azure Luan Pavilion is here. Qianqian is unwilling to inherit the position of Pavilion Master, so I have to take on the role for now. I can't leave."

Mu Qingyi sighed as she spoke.

The position of Azure Luan Pavilion Master had always been held by the Shangguan family, but since Shangguan Qianqian had no intention of taking over, she had no choice but to continue serving. Now that An Yi had overthrown the Heavenly Palace, his influence had expanded dramatically. With the Azure Luan Pavilion incorporated into the Asura Sect, there were countless matters to handle. She simply couldn't get away.

An Yi said, "Then visit the mundane world often. I'll also come to the Immortal Sect. It won't be that hard to meet."

Mu Qingyi's beautiful eyes fixed on An Yi. She gently bit her red lips and whispered, "Muxuan and Qingqing have gone to enjoy the mountains and rivers."

"Oh, I know that."

An Yi nodded, responding somewhat perplexedly.

Mu Qingyi gazed at An Yi with a faintly resentful look and continued, "Qianqian has gone to pay respects to her mother."

An Yi instinctively opened his mouth, "Hmm, I also know about that—"

Then, he couldn't speak anymore.

If he still didn't understand Mu Qingyi's meaning, his brain must have been kicked by a donkey.

The young lady was too shy to say it outright.

Watching Mu Qingyi's lovely face draw closer, An Yi's heart began to pound.

The style of a woman in her late twenties, mature yet youthful—very alluring!

Her graceful, curvaceous figure was outlined by a form-fitting long dress, showcasing her delicate, full, and soft form.

A pair of long, shapely, slightly plump legs; further up, a slender waist one could almost encircle with hands; and an impressive E-cup bust.

"Well... the plan for the day lies in the evening!"

An Yi cleared his throat, putting on a serious expression.

Mu Qingyi gave him a reproachful glance and gently undid the lotus-shaped clasp of her dress.

The dress slowly slipped down, revealing a stunning, jade-like, voluptuous figure.

The sound of a gulp echoed.

Seeing An Yi's reaction, a slight smile curled at the corner of Mu Qingyi's lips. She extended her slender hand and drew the bed curtains closed.

In a quiet room within the Azure Luan Pavilion.

Lin Chen sat cross-legged on the bed, meditating with his eyes closed.

Strands of tangible spiritual energy swirled around him, slowly being absorbed.

His handsome face remained cold and stern, commanding respect without anger.

It was just a pity that a thick layer of bandages was wrapped around his head, which made the scene somewhat comical.

At that moment, Lin Chen opened his eyes, concluding his cultivation. A gleam of sharp light flashed in his eyes as he slowly exhaled.

The aura of spiritual energy swirling around his body also dissipated.

"Congratulations, your strength has advanced another step."

From within the jade pendant on Lin Chen's chest, an aged voice sounded.

"Elder Long."

Lin Chen said slowly, "My apologies, I failed to obtain the Demonic Dragon's Blood for you."

The soul within his jade pendant was precisely that of the giant black dragon from the Tianluo Forest.

Not knowing its true name, Lin Chen could only address it respectfully as Elder Long.

The aged voice said leisurely, "It doesn't matter. After being imprisoned for thousands of years, the desire to escape has faded."

The Demonic Dragon's Blood was actually its origin essence blood, divided into three portions.

Two portions had already been consumed. Who would have thought the last portion would now be missing?

It seemed to have suddenly vanished from this world, its presence completely undetectable.

Lin Chen pondered slightly.

To be honest, he had already begun to guess the black dragon's identity.

Having traveled throughout Daxia since childhood, he was familiar with the legends of the three ancient ferocious beasts from Daxia's primordial era.

Like Hongtian, this black dragon was likely one of the three ferocious beasts!

And this Immortal Sect pocket dimension...

Lin Chen couldn't help but think of the Hongtian Secret Realm; the two had many similarities.

That place was also a vast, boundless alternate world, similarly abundant with spiritual energy, nurturing all living things.

The answer was obvious.

The so-called Immortal Sect pocket dimension was actually a sealing barrier set up to imprison the black dragon!

And the people of the Immortal Sect were originally ancient immigrants from Daxia.

They had arrived here through some unknown method.

Their clothing, food, housing, transportation—every aspect bore traces of ancient Daxia people from a thousand years ago.

The more he thought about it, the more a chill ran down Lin Chen's spine.

The implications were terrifying!

To go to such lengths, creating an entire world just for sealing!

How terrifying must the power of the three ferocious beasts be?

And who was the one who suppressed them?

Lin Chen faintly sensed that they had likely gotten involved in serious trouble.

Hongtian, that street-smart dog.

And the soul of this old-fashioned black dragon in his jade pendant—neither was simple!

Knock knock!

A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.

Lin Chen said calmly, "Who is it?"

Although through his wind sense, he already knew who was outside.

"It's... it's me."

Su Xue'er said nervously, quickly adjusting her black-framed glasses and mustering her courage. "A-Chen, are you asleep?"

Lin Chen opened the door and said flatly, "It's so late. What is it?"

"It's... it's nothing really."

Su Xue'er stammered, hesitating, "It's just... just..."

Today, she had clearly made an effort. She, who never wore makeup, had applied light makeup.

Dressed in ancient-style clothing, her originally not-low attractiveness now appeared quite bright and charming.

"Go back. I need to rest."

Lin Chen closed the door directly.

"Ah—"

Having the door shut in her face, Su Xue'er flushed red, stomping her foot in anger. "Blockhead! Poker face! I hate you!"

In a grand, majestic palace within the Immortal Sect.

"Witch Immortal, sir!"

The two attendants, Long Yang and Duan Xiu, bowed respectfully to a little child who appeared only four or five years old.

The little child wore a simply altered robe. However, in just two short days, the robe seemed to have grown larger again.

"Is it over?"

The Witch Immortal asked in a childish voice.

Long Yang and Duan Xiu exchanged a glance and said solemnly, "The Asura Sect is victorious! The Heavenly Palace's Lord, Murong Qinghong, has perished.

"Hah, I told her long ago..." The Witch Immortal sighed, speaking with melancholy.

"This was an irreversible outcome!"

"Only by abandoning everything was there a sliver of hope."

"Who would have thought she would rather die than abandon that man."

Gazing at the ethereal, mist-shrouded islands, the Witch Immortal slowly said, "Long Yang, Duan Xiu, we have a guest!"

"Impressive, as expected of the Witch Immortal."

A gust of violent wind swept in.

Black wings unfurled!

The two attendants' expressions changed, both stepping forward to intercept. "Who goes there!"

"Step back."

The Witch Immortal, with hands clasped behind his back, looked at the young man spreading his wings in the sky. He bowed respectfully and said gravely, "Greetings, Lord Night Emperor!"

The visitor was none other than An Yi!

"So you're the Witch Immortal."

An Yi retracted his wings and landed.

Looking at the Witch Immortal, who resembled a four or five-year-old child, he showed a skeptical expression.

The Witch Immortal nodded, "Indeed. I presume Lord Night Emperor has already met my grandmaster."

"Yeah, met him."

An Yi grinned, revealing a fierce smile. "And eliminated him in passing."