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Chapter 238: Destroying the Heaven (10)

The shadow passed through the box without any obstruction.

Shi Xuanying was slightly stunned: Could it be that my feeling is wrong?

When she reached out her hand again, the other hand suddenly overlapped with hers, and the two hands overlapped and pressed on the box. Her hand still couldn't touch the entity, but Xiao Hongfan followed this movement and opened the wooden box, but after opening the lid, he didn't move further.

Shi Xuanying's mind moved, and she concentrated her mind and mobilized her mental power, and a ball of white light fell on Xiao Hongfan.

The ball of telekinetic light made Yan Cui's eyes exceptionally bright. He knew what Shi Xuanying was going to do, but did not stop her.

The dream that was forcibly tampered with by telekinesis suddenly became very fragmented - Xiao Hongfan's expression was clearly still full of doubt, but his hands opened the wooden box without hesitation, took out the secret scroll, and untied the scroll.

When the scroll was spread out, one could see the four huge characters "Secret Art of Guarding the Soul" written on the paper. The powerful aura burst out from them, and even Master Xuanying felt the pressure.

She read ten lines at a glance, imprinting the tiny words one by one into her mind.

jingle--

The clear and melodious sound of the dream catcher seemed to come from the sky, mixed with slight cracking sounds.

Inside the tent, both of them opened their eyes at the same time.

Yan Cui groaned and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

Shi Xuanying stood up and walked quickly forward, pressing two fingers on Yan Cui's brow. Just as she was about to check on his spiritual injuries, her wrist was grasped by a slender hand.

"Master." His voice was slightly hoarse, "I'm fine."

"You don't look like you're okay." Shi Xuanying withdrew her hand and did not force the probe.

Yan Cui wiped his lips with his slender fingers, trying to wipe off the remaining blood, but blood continued to flow out from the corners of his lips. The more he wiped, the more blood appeared, flowing down his chin onto his white clothes.

Shi Xuanying's expression changed slightly. She held his hand and forcibly checked his soul.

"Are all of you sword cultivators so lacking in sense of boundaries?" Yan Cui knew that if he struggled forcefully now it would only hurt himself, so he had to accept the examination obediently. However, he had a past that he did not want to reveal to others, so he could not help but make a final struggle.

Once Shi Xuanying invades the Divine Mansion, he will no longer have any secrets in front of her, and Yan Cui resists from the bottom of his heart.

"Is it possible that..." Shi Xuanying stood in front of him, looking down at the pale, bloodstained face, without a trace of emotion in her eyes, "You drew the boundary too wide?"

If there is a problem, it must be someone else's problem. Overconfident sword practitioners are so annoying.

Yan Cui pulled the corner of his mouth coldly.

However, unexpectedly, Shi Xuanying did not take advantage of his misfortune to investigate everything about him. Instead, she used some special method to quickly scan his soul, found the place where his soul was torn, then bent down and pressed her eyebrows against his eyebrows.

Foreheads pressed against each other, their breaths intertwined.

Yan Cui opened his eyes slightly, and felt a warm current flowing along his eyebrows, soothing the severe pain in the wound. His mind was blank, staring at her slightly drooping eyelashes, his lips tightly pursed, and his hands clenched involuntarily.

It was unknown how long it had passed before the warmth slowly faded away, and Shi Xuanying moved away from his forehead.

Yan Cui saw the dense beads of sweat on her forehead, and countless questions surged in his mind, but when they came to his lips, they turned into a "thank you".

Shi Xuanying healed his wounds at the cost of weakening her own soul. Such a great favor made him feel heavy in his heart.

As a "Sword Son", Yan Cui has enjoyed the dedication of the entire sect since he was young, from the sect leader and master to the outer sect servants, everyone has given him the best things regardless of whether he wants it or not. But over the years, he has never taken this dedication for granted, and even gradually began to resist accepting other people's kindness.

Because he increasingly understood that with all these sacrifices, his life no longer belonged to himself.

"The dream catcher is broken." Shi Xuanying's attention had already been drawn to the fragments on the ground, and she didn't notice the change in his expression at all.

Yan Cui came back to his senses from the shock, stood up holding the edge of the couch, walked to the fragments, took out a white handkerchief, picked up the fragments of the dream catcher bell one by one and placed them on the handkerchief.

"I'm sorry. If I hadn't used my telekinesis to forcibly change the dream, your dream catcher wouldn't have shattered, and your divine palace wouldn't have been injured." Shi Xuanying was full of apologies. Yan Cui had a complicated expression: "Besides my master, I didn't expect that there would be other people in this world who would rather weaken their souls to save me."

"You're a little worried! It's not a big deal." Shi Xuanying treated Yan Cui for no other reason than that it was the trouble she caused and she had to clean up the mess. She never expected to get a thank you.

Yan Cui never expected that such a big thing would be so light in her mouth. How difficult it is to cultivate the soul! And the slightest damage may make the cultivation stop.

But when I thought about how she treated the Purple Mansion space as a garbage dump and could still chat and laugh even when the Purple Mansion was cracked, I knew that she might really not think this was a serious matter.

"This dream catcher has a special meaning to you, right?"

The dream catcher bell is just an ordinary object. It has no other function except weaving dreams and entering dreams. However, Yan Cui is deeply bound to it. There must be some other reason.

Shi Xuanying scratched her head. Everything else was easy to deal with, but damaging something that had special meaning to someone else was difficult to deal with.

"If I didn't want to, I would have stopped you at that time." Yan Cui wrapped up the fragments and stuffed them into the storage bag. "I also want to see the contents of the secret scroll."

"Oh." Seeing that he didn't seem to be reluctant at all, Shi Xuanying let the matter go in an instant.

As for the meaning of the dream catcher to Yan Cui, she did not ask any further questions.

Yan Cui was choked by her overly carefree attitude and stared at her expressionlessly for a while: "You still have to fight against the power of rules. Will it be a problem to weaken your soul at this time?"

"Don't worry." Shi Xuanying lazily lay on the couch, and took out the soul furnace that had not been used for a long time. She closed her eyes due to sleepiness and said vaguely, "I know what to do."

Seeing her like this, Yan Cui couldn't help but say, "You know what's going on, but I don't."

It was not known whether Shi Xuanying heard it or not. She snorted through her nose and fell asleep holding the soul furnace.

Most high-level cultivators replace sleep with practice. Master Xuanying has not slept since entering this world of dust. Now she has fallen into a coma and is obviously very weak.

Yan Cui recalled that he had not felt any discomfort from the invasion of his divine palace just now, and that the method of healing the divine soul was unheard of, and he could not help but mutter: "Aren't you a sword cultivator..."

Saber cultivators, like sword cultivators, focus on swords and knives, and mostly master some common techniques. Generally, very few people will invest their time, energy and limited resources into practicing other Taoist techniques.

Shi Xuanying always breaks his stereotype about sword practitioners.

He sighed, grabbed the cloak by the door, wrapped it around himself, lifted the curtain and went out.

"call!"

In the darkness, Xiao Hongfan sat up with the quilt, his back wet with sweat.

This was not the first time she had a "precognitive dream". She often felt desperate and exhausted because of the dream, but those emotions were caused by what happened in the dream, and she did not feel abnormal when she woke up. However, this time was different...

That rosewood box... She was sure that her dream self did not want to accept it, let alone open it, but she was forced by a strange force to open it and see what was inside.

She lowered her head and rested her forehead on her knees, her mind flashing back to the last dream she saw before waking up.

In the empty palace, strips of yellow satin and cinnabar hung from the beams. The queen was lying on the bed with disheveled hair wearing only a middle-length dress. The bloody marks from the whip wounds on her body almost dyed her white dress red.

"Your Majesty, Prime Minister Liu wants to kill Xiao Hongfan." The Queen grabbed Chen Xuan's hand and said earnestly, "General Xiao is loyal to Your Majesty and has made great contributions to Dazhao. Your Majesty must not allow Prime Minister Liu to kill loyal people..."

"Queen, Queen..." Chen Xuan hugged her and cried, "You have violated your father's taboo and have been punished and severely injured. Don't think about it anymore. Please don't think about it anymore... You will die!"

"If I can protect General Xiao and bring peace to Dazhao, why would I care about my life?!" The Queen looked directly into Chen Xuan's eyes. "Given the current situation in Dazhao, you have a chance to take back your rights! People are suffering outside the palace walls, Your Majesty, please open your eyes and take a look!"

Chen Xuan couldn't understand why someone would sacrifice their life for someone who had nothing to do with them. The fire in the Queen's eyes almost burned him. He avoided her gaze and said hesitantly, "You, you should have a good rest. I'll come to see you tomorrow, tomorrow."

He broke free from the queen's hand and staggered around.

“Those who carry firewood for the public should not be allowed to freeze to death in the snow!” The queen leaned over the bed, watching the figure fleeing in a panic. She closed her eyes in despair, her words barely uttered a whisper. “You will be punished, we will all be punished!”