Why did this scene naturally turn into what he was seeing now?
Miss Kirin, her face hidden beneath a red veil, looked at his feet in red embroidered shoes, at the ground illuminated by the lamplight, and fell into silence.
She began to review her memories from earlier.
When Luo Wusheng suddenly brought up changing the content of the dream, she did feel a bit flustered.
Especially when he expressed doubts about whether the dream had any anomalies.
Almost subconsciously, she used the Red Dust Dreaming Art to control the dream, creating the night market in the royal city.
Because she knew that the reason behind the failure of Luo Wusheng’s ability to manipulate dreams was most likely that the current dream was only influenced by her.
After completing the scene change, however, she grew even more nervous.
She wasn’t sure what kind of appearance the city night market imagined by Luo Wusheng would take, nor did she know to what extent he could manipulate the dream.
Fortunately, the young man in front of her didn’t continue to show doubt; instead, he nodded in satisfaction and inadvertently revealed something.
He could only slightly manipulate the dream, and he couldn’t completely make the dream follow his thoughts. Even the people in the dream would naturally drive the dream’s progression with appropriate reasons, not everything went as he wished.
Upon obtaining this information, the flustered expression in Miss Kirin’s eyes gradually disappeared.
She is…
The mortal incarnation of the Immortal Nation Empress, the Golden-Ranked member of the Six Gate Bureau.
Having seen the world, her experiences were abundant, and coupled with her constant portrayal of three different roles as a solitary figure, acting according to the plot was effortless for her.
Thinking about this, she quickly got into character.
Well, as a generation of Nascent Soul cultivators and a representative heavenly genius, could she let a mere Golden Core cultivator like the Holy Saint of the Demon Sect see through her flaws?
At that moment, she looked at Luo Wusheng, who no longer questioned the abnormality of the dream. She couldn’t help but feel somewhat pleased.
As long as she could keep the Holy Saint of the Demon Sect entertained by having him wander through the night market a few more times, the effects of her Red Dust Dreaming Art would fade away.
By then, she could leave the dream and seal this spell away for good.
At least she wouldn’t use it on the Holy Saint of the Demon Sect again.
The development of the night market’s plot proceeded incredibly smoothly. The two of them strolled through the bustling streets.
(Returning to that point… it’s been a long time since I’ve strolled through the night market in the royal city like this. Everyday affairs have kept me busy, and my status hinders me. Perhaps only cultivators from the Daoist Sect could appear in such a night market…)
However, Daoist cultivators have been secluded on Daoist Mountain for a long time…
Miss Kirin sighed slightly and, when she felt a cold sensation on her wrist, couldn’t help but look at the young man in the dream.
It was her first time wandering through the streets of the royal city at night with a man.
And it was in such a peculiar state of mind.
Perhaps only in a dream could something like this happen…
As the young girl was marveling at this, she suddenly noticed that the young man in front of her had a contemplative expression.
“Returning to that point… marrying the younger sister of the Empress…”
“As for the matter of making love with my wife, I have yet to have any experience… Since I have a rare opportunity in this dream, should I try it out here first?”
Hearing the words of the Holy Saint of the Demon Sect, Miss Kirin’s hand trembled slightly.
…
Luo Wusheng swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
He had indeed gone a bit too far just now.
Mainly because Miss Kirin’s acting skills were really good. After walking through the night market, he was starting to enjoy himself.
He couldn’t help but appraise the girl across from him.
She’s really on point, even comes with a buy one, get one free offer. It would be even better if she wasn’t.
Then he suddenly recalled what he had casually made up earlier, the excuse he used to shift the blame to his master.
And that’s how trouble started.
He had casually described his impressions of weddings in this fantasy world. As a result, Miss Kirin thought he was really planning to experience a dream wedding.
The little hand beneath the sleeves of the Empress’s mortal form clenched into a fist.
However, she suppressed her emotions. Before Luo Wusheng had a chance to react, the scene within the dream instantly changed.
(Well… what should I do now? Can’t exactly say that I was just making a joke and didn’t actually intend to change the dream, right?)
Luo Wusheng held a red silk thread in his hand, following it to the other end where a snowy white wrist adorned with a star-moon jade bracelet rested. He felt a bit unsure of how to proceed.
So, should there really be a dream wedding?
What would happen after the wedding? If he continued to suggest a bridal chamber and candles, would the Empress directly come wielding the Human Emperor Sword to chop off the head of this rebellious scoundrel who dared to think of violating her?
And also…
Luo Wusheng’s gaze swept the surroundings.
The dim night was illuminated by lamplight, and outside the residence, there was a dense crowd of people, all wearing joyful expressions, offering congratulations from a distance.
And in front of the residence were all his acquaintances.
The various officials of the Demon Artifact Pavilion, his several wandering cultivator brothers including Long Dahai, the Golden-Ranked member of the Six Gate Bureau Night Crow, and Wutong, and so on…
Among them, the ones that made Luo Wusheng’s scalp tingle a bit were his junior sister and Little Yuli.
Especially the latter.
Looking at the smile on Little Yuli’s face, Luo Wusheng was reminded of the nightmare from a few days ago, and his body involuntarily shrank.
(Although it’s just a dream… getting married with the future member of her harem right in front of the protagonist herself is quite thrilling)
It felt like Little Yuli was going to draw her sword and come charging at him at any moment.
But all these people present were individuals who had at least some connection with Miss Kirin; most of them had appeared at the opening ceremony of the Demon Artifact Pavilion before.
And as if on that day, several artifact refiners who were still huddled on the fourth floor of the Demon Artifact Pavilion weren’t among the crowd.
(So…)
Listening to the waves of congratulations coming from all directions and being swept up by the atmosphere, Luo Wusheng felt like he had no choice but to go through with it even if it meant biting the bullet.
While Miss Kirin was trying hard to keep him from noticing the dream manipulation, he also had to make sure she didn’t realize that he knew she was dream-manipulating him.
Otherwise, given her intelligence, she would probably figure out very soon that he had guessed she was the mortal incarnation of the Immortal Nation Empress.
Luo Wusheng wasn’t clear about what actions she might take if this secret was exposed, but looking at how she was currently tolerating his unreasonable requests…
Could he end up being silenced?
As a mere Golden Core cultivator, Luo Wusheng knew his puny arms wouldn’t be able to twist around the thighs of someone like her.
Given this situation, he could only obediently follow the plot.
Even if he had to face the bridal chamber and candles later, he would endure it. It would just be a small loss.
With these thoughts in mind, Luo Wusheng took hold of the red silk thread.
“Ah, my wife…”
Just as he started speaking, he felt the hand at the other end of the red silk thread tighten.
This grip was enough to split open the head of the Holy Saint of the Demon Sect.
Feeling the terrifying power that emanated from it for a moment, Luo Wusheng realized he had accidentally gotten too deep into character.
It was a problem that even experienced actors faced.
Just as he was thinking about how to dissolve the tense atmosphere, he suddenly felt that something was amiss.
The scene within the dream began to gradually blur…
He only needed a moment of dazedness to understand the reason.
The effect of the Red Dust Dreaming Art had finally ended.
Why did this scene naturally turn into what he was seeing now?
Miss Kirin, her face hidden beneath a red veil, looked at his feet in red embroidered shoes, at the ground illuminated by the lamplight, and fell into silence.
She began to review her memories from earlier.
When Luo Wusheng suddenly brought up changing the content of the dream, she did feel a bit flustered.
Especially when he expressed doubts about whether the dream had any anomalies.
Almost subconsciously, she used the Red Dust Dreaming Art to control the dream, creating the night market in the royal city.
Because she knew that the reason behind the failure of Luo Wusheng’s ability to manipulate dreams was most likely that the current dream was only influenced by her.
After completing the scene change, however, she grew even more nervous.
She wasn’t sure what kind of appearance the city night market imagined by Luo Wusheng would take, nor did she know to what extent he could manipulate the dream.
Fortunately, the young man in front of her didn’t continue to show doubt; instead, he nodded in satisfaction and inadvertently revealed something.
He could only slightly manipulate the dream, and he couldn’t completely make the dream follow his thoughts. Even the people in the dream would naturally drive the dream’s progression with appropriate reasons, not everything went as he wished.
Upon obtaining this information, the flustered expression in Miss Kirin’s eyes gradually disappeared.
She is…
The mortal incarnation of the Immortal Nation Empress, the Golden-Ranked member of the Six Gate Bureau.
Having seen the world, her experiences were abundant, and coupled with her constant portrayal of three different roles as a solitary figure, acting according to the plot was effortless for her.
Thinking about this, she quickly got into character.
Well, as a generation of Nascent Soul cultivators and a representative heavenly genius, could she let a mere Golden Core cultivator like the Holy Saint of the Demon Sect see through her flaws?
At that moment, she looked at Luo Wusheng, who no longer questioned the abnormality of the dream. She couldn’t help but feel somewhat pleased.
As long as she could keep the Holy Saint of the Demon Sect entertained by having him wander through the night market a few more times, the effects of her Red Dust Dreaming Art would fade away.
By then, she could leave the dream and seal this spell away for good.
At least she wouldn’t use it on the Holy Saint of the Demon Sect again.
The development of the night market’s plot proceeded incredibly smoothly. The two of them strolled through the bustling streets.
(Returning to that point… it’s been a long time since I’ve strolled through the night market in the royal city like this. Everyday affairs have kept me busy, and my status hinders me. Perhaps only cultivators from the Daoist Sect could appear in such a night market…)
However, Daoist cultivators have been secluded on Daoist Mountain for a long time…
Miss Kirin sighed slightly and, when she felt a cold sensation on her wrist, couldn’t help but look at the young man in the dream.
It was her first time wandering through the streets of the royal city at night with a man.
And it was in such a peculiar state of mind.
Perhaps only in a dream could something like this happen…
As the young girl was marveling at this, she suddenly noticed that the young man in front of her had a contemplative expression.
“Returning to that point… marrying the younger sister of the Empress…”
“As for the matter of making love with my wife, I have yet to have any experience… Since I have a rare opportunity in this dream, should I try it out here first?”
Hearing the words of the Holy Saint of the Demon Sect, Miss Kirin’s hand trembled slightly.
…
Luo Wusheng swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
He had indeed gone a bit too far just now.
Mainly because Miss Kirin’s acting skills were really good. After walking through the night market, he was starting to enjoy himself.
He couldn’t help but appraise the girl across from him.
She’s really on point, even comes with a buy one, get one free offer. It would be even better if she wasn’t.
Then he suddenly recalled what he had casually made up earlier, the excuse he used to shift the blame to his master.
And that’s how trouble started.
He had casually described his impressions of weddings in this fantasy world. As a result, Miss Kirin thought he was really planning to experience a dream wedding.
The little hand beneath the sleeves of the Empress’s mortal form clenched into a fist.
However, she suppressed her emotions. Before Luo Wusheng had a chance to react, the scene within the dream instantly changed.
(Well… what should I do now? Can’t exactly say that I was just making a joke and didn’t actually intend to change the dream, right?)
Luo Wusheng held a red silk thread in his hand, following it to the other end where a snowy white wrist adorned with a star-moon jade bracelet rested. He felt a bit unsure of how to proceed.
So, should there really be a dream wedding?
What would happen after the wedding? If he continued to suggest a bridal chamber and candles, would the Empress directly come wielding the Human Emperor Sword to chop off the head of this rebellious scoundrel who dared to think of violating her?
And also…
Luo Wusheng’s gaze swept the surroundings.
The dim night was illuminated by lamplight, and outside the residence, there was a dense crowd of people, all wearing joyful expressions, offering congratulations from a distance.
And in front of the residence were all his acquaintances.
The various officials of the Demon Artifact Pavilion, his several wandering cultivator brothers including Long Dahai, the Golden-Ranked member of the Six Gate Bureau Night Crow, and Wutong, and so on…
Among them, the ones that made Luo Wusheng’s scalp tingle a bit were his junior sister and Little Yuli.
Especially the latter.
Looking at the smile on Little Yuli’s face, Luo Wusheng was reminded of the nightmare from a few days ago, and his body involuntarily shrank.
(Although it’s just a dream… getting married with the future member of her harem right in front of the protagonist herself is quite thrilling)
It felt like Little Yuli was going to draw her sword and come charging at him at any moment.
But all these people present were individuals who had at least some connection with Miss Kirin; most of them had appeared at the opening ceremony of the Demon Artifact Pavilion before.
And as if on that day, several artifact refiners who were still huddled on the fourth floor of the Demon Artifact Pavilion weren’t among the crowd.
(So…)
Listening to the waves of congratulations coming from all directions and being swept up by the atmosphere, Luo Wusheng felt like he had no choice but to go through with it even if it meant biting the bullet.
While Miss Kirin was trying hard to keep him from noticing the dream manipulation, he also had to make sure she didn’t realize that he knew she was dream-manipulating him.
Otherwise, given her intelligence, she would probably figure out very soon that he had guessed she was the mortal incarnation of the Immortal Nation Empress.
Luo Wusheng wasn’t clear about what actions she might take if this secret was exposed, but looking at how she was currently tolerating his unreasonable requests…
Could he end up being silenced?
As a mere Golden Core cultivator, Luo Wusheng knew his puny arms wouldn’t be able to twist around the thighs of someone like her.
Given this situation, he could only obediently follow the plot.
Even if he had to face the bridal chamber and candles later, he would endure it. It would just be a small loss.
With these thoughts in mind, Luo Wusheng took hold of the red silk thread.
“Ah, my wife…”
Just as he started speaking, he felt the hand at the other end of the red silk thread tighten.
This grip was enough to split open the head of the Holy Saint of the Demon Sect.
Feeling the terrifying power that emanated from it for a moment, Luo Wusheng realized he had accidentally gotten too deep into character.
It was a problem that even experienced actors faced.
Just as he was thinking about how to dissolve the tense atmosphere, he suddenly felt that something was amiss.
The scene within the dream began to gradually blur…
He only needed a moment of dazedness to understand the reason.
The effect of the Red Dust Dreaming Art had finally ended.
