Chapter 31 Peach Blossom Spring

A maiden clad in the armor of the Women's Kingdom pushed Wei Yuan's wheelchair forward.

Beside them were Wei Yuanliang and the maiden A'Liu in her cotton dress. The Peach Blossom Spring was not the paradise of legend. Empty, jagged streets and peach trees that, when swaying, resembled surging waves, carried a natural air of gloom due to the dim light.

Now, the peach blossoms and trees had been obliterated.

The barren landscape appeared much cleaner.

"So... you also discovered this place while seeking immortal opportunities?"

Wei Yuan chatted with Wei Yuanliang, pondering the latter's experiences.

Wei Yuanliang said somewhat bashfully, "Yes... I used to read wuxia novels and Huanzhulouzhu's *Shushan Swordsman*, and after cultivating qi until I could feel it, I couldn't advance further. So, I came out for a change of scenery, hoping to encounter some immortal緣 (yuan, fate) if possible."

"My parents were quite supportive and gave me a lot of money to travel around."

The maiden beside him held his arm, remaining silent.

Wei Yuan nodded.

Peach Blossom Spring was vast. Wei Yuan let a wisp of wind circle, grasping the general layout. After a short while, Wei Yuan softly said, "Stop for a moment."

Jue stopped simultaneously.

Wei Yuanliang and A'Liu walked a few steps further before realizing it.

Looking ahead, they found three figures. The peach trees in that area seemed to belong to a different section than the one Wei Yuan had obliterated; at least, they hadn't turned to dust due to Wei Yuan's power but continued to grow lushly.

Qinyuan, also clad in the elite armor of the Women's Kingdom, sat on the ground, sound asleep.

Vines had already begun to entwine around her.

On the other side, an old Daoist reclined on a stone slab, his right hand propping up his head, his left hand holding a horsetail whisk, breathing slowly in slumber, his face as rosy as an infant's. Most of the peach forest's energy was drawn to the old Daoist, preventing the demon beast beside him from being completely entangled by vines.

At that moment, countless vines from the peach branches sought to wrap around Zhang Ruosu.

But they were kept at bay by the white qi released during his breathing, sometimes in front, sometimes behind, unable to approach within three feet of the Daoist, who appeared carefree and at ease. In the very center was something even more remarkable. Wei Yuanliang stared blankly, hesitating for a long time before saying, "That thing is a..."

"Egg?!"

Indeed, he couldn't help but think that.

Because what lay before them resembled two wings enclosing together, forming a standing feather egg, with faint, scorching flames rising around it. The vines, flowers, and leaves from the peach branches were scorched to ashes as they approached.

Now, it seemed that Qinyuan, in her armor, was the unluckiest.

Wei Yuan looked at Zhang Ruosu and Feng Siyu, helplessly raising his hand to his forehead, and said, "Why did they come too?"

"Let's split up and try to wake them up..."

He noticed something strange about the Women's Kingdom elite behind him, pondered for a moment, and said, "Your general isn't here; she must have broken free. If your general is truly her, then this illusion definitely can't trap her."

Although he didn't know how the old Daoist got trapped.

Wei Yuan silently glanced at Zhang Ruosu, who was sleeping comfortably over there, and his lips twitched.

How embarrassing.

Helpless, he moved his wheelchair closer, reaching out a finger to press against the bird egg that Feng Siyu had transformed into, while the Heavenly Maiden Jue walked lightly towards Qinyuan, who was almost completely bound by peach blossom vines. The latter was sleeping soundly, chuckling incessantly, not knowing what she was dreaming about.

Jue extended her finger, tapping it lightly.

Attempting to use the method of entering dreams to share and break Qinyuan's illusion.

This was Qinyuan's desire and unwillingness, her regrets and persistence.

Within the illusion—

Everything was bright, windows, desks.

Jue realized what she was seeing.

A classroom?

The maiden was stunned. What was this?

Then she saw a stern-faced man with a bald head sitting behind the podium. Qinyuan sat in front of the podium, writing furiously. She quickly finished a test paper and slammed it on the desk with an indifferent air.

Qinyuan said arrogantly, "Alright, old fart, here's my answer!"

She slowly stood up, then unfolded the coat draped over the back of her chair, draped it over her shoulders, and chewed on a lollipop. She said in a low and melancholic voice, "Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river."

"Don't bully a young man for being poor!"

The bald teacher, who looked like a head teacher, exclaimed in shock, "This, this is impossible!"

"It's actually—a perfect score!"

"You actually got a perfect score on this ideological and moral education exam!"

Qinyuan's voice was low and imposing:

"Hmph, it's too late to be afraid now!"

"From now on, I'll be a student you can never have, old man!"

The Heavenly Maiden, seeing this scene, thought of Qinyuan's gnashing of teeth and resentment towards her 59-point ideological and moral exam and couldn't help but smile. It seemed that Qinyuan's goals and desires were very simple; she was indeed just a demon beast who brewed honey at the foot of Kunlun Mountain.

At this time, Qinyuan kicked open the door and dragged out a tightly bound person, cheerfully saying:

"So, according to the agreement, this guy is mine!"

The Heavenly Maiden looked over.

It was a young man of twenty-three or four, wearing black and red clothes, a tactical glove on one hand, and yellow scarves on his cuffs. He was bound by a spider silk-like material, and his mouth was covered with a yellow tape that could almost be called a classic.

The maiden's elegant smile froze.

Qinyuan dragged the museum owner out, humming a song with a lollipop in her mouth.

"You're mine now."

"Hahaha, Wo Hu, scream, scream! No one will come to save you even if you scream your throat out, wahahahaha..."

"I'm going to put him..."

At this moment, the Heavenly Maiden decided to break this dream. She suddenly appeared on one side of the exam, then raised her hand with a swoosh, pointed to Qinyuan's seat, and said with a slightly flushed face, according to the standard template in movies and novels, "Teacher, I want to report!"

"She's cheating!"

Qinyuan's movements froze.

The rest of her sentence came out: "Off the Kunlun Mountains..."

She turned her head stiffly and saw the 'life-threatening bald head' slowly approaching, putting his hand on her shoulder: "Qinyuan, you actually cheated... I'm taking away your grade. Now go back and take a makeup exam, retake the course, and hand in all your homework!"

"No!!!!!"

"I want to see the principal, I want to check the surveillance, I didn't cheat, boo hoo hoo, I don't want to take a makeup exam!"

Qinyuan was dragged back.

Jue quietly slipped out of the back door, watching Qinyuan's beautiful dream turn into a nightmare, shattering the entire dream. This way, she could wake up. She breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Wei Yuan, whom Qinyuan wanted to throw off the mountain, and was slightly stunned—

Perhaps because Qinyuan was a bee, she instinctively feared the spider silk of some giant demon beast.

The current 'Wei Yuan' was tightly bound by white spider silk.

He was dressed even more tightly, but his muscle contours were strained, creating strange marks. He seemed to be struggling desperately, his face flushed, his eyes sharp and angrily looking ahead, even his collar was a little messy, but he was tightly bound, without any ability to fight back, as gentle as a lamb to be slaughtered.

The Heavenly Maiden looked at this kind of 'Wei Yuan' and fell into deep thought.

What had Qinyuan been watching in the human world?

How strange...

One more look.

……………………

Wei Yuan's eyes blurred, and he entered Feng Siyu's dream.

Then, he found himself in Old Street. It was normal at first, but then he discovered that the museum had become a Vintage Snacks Museum, the flower shop had become a Honey and Pastry Shop, and the painting studio had become a Bubble Tea Shop. Then, Wei Yuan also saw Xiao A'Xuan, sleeves rolled up, diligently drying melon seeds.

As for Feng Siyu.

Eating hotpot and listening to music.

Wei Yuan's lips twitched.

His fist hardened.

Today, he had to beat this little girl to death.

The sprouts of capitalism, the remnants of a feudal kingdom, must not appear in Old Street.

He should send a bunch of ideological and moral education textbooks to Zhurong and the Yumin Kingdom.

Just as he was about to hang Feng Siyu on a street lamp in his dream, she suddenly called all the people in Old Street over and patted her chest, saying, "Now we're going to start distributing snacks. Let's share the blessings. I won't mistreat you. We'll divide them equally."

Wei Yuan was surprised and stopped his movements slightly.

Then he saw Feng Siyu sitting in a row with the residents of Old Street, and then she picked up a mountain of snacks and began to divide them: "This is happy water, so A'Shui gets one, I get one, A'Xuan gets one, I get one, Brother Wei gets one, I get one, Sister Jue gets one, I get one..."

Then she picked up the melon seeds that A'Xuan had dried:

"These are melon seeds, so A'Xuan gets one, I get one, A'Shui gets one, I get one, Brother Wei gets one, I get one..."

The feather tribe maiden happily divided them.

She didn't realize that the adult shadow behind her was slowly raising his fist, and above his head was the death omen star called Online Classes and the *5-3*. After dividing everything, Feng Siyu happily hugged a large pile of snacks and opened her house.

Wei Yuan followed behind, slightly stunned.

Feng Siyu's house seemed to be a kindergarten, or rather, an orphanage. She sat down and distributed the snacks, raised her head, and said triumphantly, "I found a lot of delicious things again today. Everyone, let's share."

"Okay..."

"Sister Feng is the best."

The children crowded around Feng Siyu.

Wei Yuan's eyebrows slowly relaxed, and he looked thoughtfully at the happy maiden.

Regrets and wishes.

Finally, he retreated step by step and discovered a strange thing. Many people in this illusion, including himself and Jue, were very rigid, far less real and lively than those in his own previous illusion...

Without thinking too deeply, Wei Yuan formed a sword with his fingers and slashed lightly.

An invisible sword qi spread out.

The illusion created by Peach Blossom Spring began to show traces of ripples from the edges, and then shattered inch by inch, but not quickly. Wei Yuan looked at Feng Siyu's smiling face, turned around, and stepped out of the dream. This dream would wake up, but before that...

Good night, sweet dreams.

…………………

There was a legend of a yellow millet dream, and the time flow in the illusion was far faster than in the normal world.

Wei Yuan opened his eyes, and the Heavenly Maiden in armor completed the awakening at the same time.

But whether it was Feng Siyu or Qinyuan, they slowly awakened from the illusion and transitioned to normal dreams. This would take some time. Then Wei Yuan looked at the old Heavenly Master, who was sleeping peacefully, and withdrew his gaze without going over.

Wei Yuanliang asked incomprehensibly, "...Don't we need to help that old gentleman?"

"No need."

Wei Yuan rubbed his temples and said, "With his Daoist cultivation, these peach blossom forests can't do anything to him."

"And rashly entering his dream is actually quite dangerous..."

"Just confirming that he's okay is enough."

Wei Yuan formed a sword with his fingers and slashed, and the sword qi flowed, leaving his sword qi and sword marks near Qinyuan, Feng Siyu, and the old Heavenly Master. This way, if anything happened, the sword qi would spontaneously defend and prevent it, and that bit of movement would surely awaken the old Heavenly Master.

That was the strongest Heavenly Master of Longhu Mountain in the present era, and for thousands of years.

Wei Yuan rubbed his temples and said, "Time is of the essence. There should be ordinary people in front. I can sense a part of the Buddhist aura. It might be an old friend. We have to go quickly..."

This time, Wei Yuan directly controlled the wind, taking Jue, as well as Wei Yuanliang and A'Liu, who were unwilling to stay here, and went straight along that faint qi, finally arriving at the place where the aura came from, and saw the Buddhist pure land and the young monk who was trapped in the illusion.

"It's him."

Wei Yuan understood and said, "Then this time, leave it to me."

He reached out his hand and entered the dream.

Is it... Jiangnan?

Wei Yuan looked around and then discovered that the main body of the dream was a pharmacy, quaint and antique, and there was a handsome little boy, about six or seven years old, and in front of the little boy, a young man in a gray robe with a gentle and elegant demeanor smiled and said:

"Consider, how about being my disciple?"

"I will teach you all my medical skills and Daoist techniques."

"I will also help you fulfill your destiny."

And the little boy raised his head slightly, his face full of impatience, and said: "I said."

"I don't want to be your disciple at all!"

"Consider?"

"I won't consider this."

Wei Yuan watched with interest. It seemed that the little bean sprout was the former Daoguang Master. He didn't expect that he was a person of this era. In that case, he should have lived for almost five hundred years, and he looked gentle and elegant, but he was still a little tsundere?

Wei, the great museum owner, could already reverse deduce it.

It was estimated that the real history should be that Daoguang Master, in the little bean sprout version, tried his best to enter the master's sect, but the gray-clothed man only casually taught a part of the knowledge and then left, and even messed up Daoguang Master's destiny.

"Tsk tsk tsk."

"Scumbag..."

Wei, a melon-eating crowd member, sincerely sighed.

Then, it seemed that the people over there heard the movement.

The gray-robed man with a temperament as gentle as jade and black hair tied up with a jasper hairpin raised his eyes, turned his head to look in Wei Yuan's direction, and Wei Yuan also looked over with a smile, and his eyes met the gray-robed man's calmly, and then his pupils contracted.

A realization appeared—

That is...

Me!

It was originally Daoyan's dream illusion.

And in this instant, including Daoyan, the world instantly solidified.

The world was dead, the ancient road was long.

The falling rain froze in the air.

Only the two looked at each other calmly.

ps: Today's first update... four thousand and two hundred words~ Thanks to the leader who likes to read books, Xiao Hui Liyi