A night passed, and Xiao Yuchen was listless, his hair disheveled, his face pale, holding tightly, as the night was truly too cold. Xiao Yuchen painstakingly crawled and rolled his way back home, but due to exhaustion, he fainted in front of his own door, which drew a crowd of onlookers.
Guard A: Look! It's the young master! Quickly inform that old man (the words 'that old man' were spoken particularly quietly, but Guard B still heard them).
Xiao Yang paced in the main hall, thinking it over and worrying about Xiao Yuchen's life. Just as he fretted, good news arrived. Xiao Yang laughed heartily, so excited that he could not speak, then hurried toward Xiao Yuchen's room.
(In Xiao Yuchen's dream)
"Where am I?" Xiao Yuchen asked.
It was pitch dark all around, not a sound, only his own echo.
"Could it be that I really died? This hell doesn't seem as terrifying as I imagined."
???: You are not dead, this is just your dream.
"You are..." Xiao Yuchen remained silent for a long time, then suddenly shouted, "Qinglong!"
Qinglong let out a bitter laugh and said: So you haven't forgotten me; I thought... haha...
"I'm not good at anything, except memory. Weren't you blasted away by Mo Yan?"
"Being blasted away and being killed are two different things. Being blasted away doesn't necessarily mean death; being killed means it's over."
"That's true," Xiao Yuchen thought for a moment and then continued, "Last night I encountered a bug just like you, but it was gray."
Qinglong pondered for a while, remaining silent. Xiao Yuchen could no longer sleep and left the dream. Rubbing his eyes, he turned over and fell to the ground, "My cultivation... how did it drop from Phantom Qi to Ancestral Qi…" Xiao Yuchen sighed, "Everyone must remember, all medicines have side effects."
Xiao Yuchen struggled to crawl toward the door.
"Phew, finally here, and the beautiful sunlight is waiting for me!"
The historical record did not cover this, but outside the door, a dark shadow appeared. It seemed Xiao Yuchen noticed too, shouting: "Oh no! I dodge!"
Xiao Yang excitedly pushed open the door, running and shouting Xiao Yuchen's name. Due to a great decrease in cultivation, his movement became sluggish. Stepping on Xiao Yuchen's body, Xiao Yang thought all the way: Why does the ground feel so soft? Could it be the carpet made from western silkworm ice toxins and pears, willow, and plum my son bought… (the numerous material names are omitted here)?
"Huh? Where's that little brat?""Ran to the bedside, full of confusion.
Xiao Yuchen lay on the ground groaning in pain, only saying: 'Ouch, I'm here, it hurts so much…' but secretly cursing.
'Son, why are you sleeping here? It's easy to catch a cold. Look at you, so skinny like a monkey. It really makes one feel heartbroken,' Xiao Yang said, pinching his face.
Xiao Yuchen's face turned red. Unable to bear it, he kicked Xiao Yang in the chest, sending him flying a few meters.
Xiao Yang wasn't angry; instead, he was very delighted: 'Son, promising! It seems your cultivation has greatly improved. You should go through some training.'
Xiao Yuchen ignored him and went to the front yard to enjoy the scenery. Seeing this, Xiao Yang sent a few elite guards, dressed in night outfits, to 'kill' Xiao Yuchen.
Xiao Yuchen was doing the legendary broadcast exercises when several shadowy figures appeared before him.
Leader of the black-clothed men: Kill!
Xiao Yuchen smiled and said: 'Hmph, a bunch of losers.' Then he shouted: 'Dad, help!'
Xiao Yuchen ran around in panic, the black-clothed men chasing closely behind. Xiao Yang intervened, but unexpectedly, someone threw a cold sword from behind, piercing his chest, blood gushing, and hanging on the ground. Xiao Yuchen ran through the hall to the right—a tower hill with about nine floors, the doorway blocked by a huge rock.
'It's over, it's over, I've run into a dead end,' Xiao Yuchen panicked for a moment but then tried to appear calm: 'Based on my knowledge of games, the protagonist usually survives from the brink of death, so I'm not afraid.'
Black-clothed man: You think this is still an ordinary game or fantasy novel? Bro, you're out!
Another black-clothed man appeared behind, drawing his sword so fast that when you blinked, the person was already dead.
Only one black-clothed man remained. Suddenly he laughed: 'Hahaha! Based on my study of games, the protagonist will definitely be saved at the last moment. Fortunately, I've prepared early and wore bulletproof armor. No weapon can hurt me!'
Xiao Yuchen thought: Absolutely crazy! I believe the protagonist will not die, because I am the one!
The other black-clothed man was speechless. He grabbed Xiao Yuchen's hand, activating a mechanism, and hurried in. The rock closed the entrance; the black-clothed man couldn't get in on time and could only shout outside the cave: 'Run? If you've got guts, come out and fight me, damn it!'(With a sinister smile in his heart) Inside the cave, the man in black said: This is the first level of the Xiao family's restricted area. The monsters here are below the fifth level of Zong Qi. With your strength, you can barely handle them. Xiao Yuchen, hearing the familiar voice, remembered someone, but it was vague. Who could it be? Xiao Yuchen patted his head, and the more he patted, the more it hurt. He could only recall one word: Lin.
