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Sixteen turned to look at Sister White Dragon and said, “And if he’s going to extract energy, shouldn’t he be drawing your energy?”

Song Shuhang nodded in agreement. “Yeah. After all, Sister White Dragon is an actual dragon.”

Sister White Dragon fell silent.

She lowered her head to look at Song Shuhang and stared at him for a good while.

In the end, she shook her head gently and sighed. “Sure enough, it’s very tiring to communicate with a young man like you who has sharpened his sword for ten years but has never actually used it. You’re given opportunities, but you can’t grasp them.”

I was trying to help you, but you want to stab me with your tentacles in return?!

Song Shuhang: “???” He kept on getting the feeling that Sister White Dragon was laughing at him.

“Creak-“

At this time, the door to his room was pushed open again.

“It’s already so late and you two still haven’t gone to sleep. Are you having trouble sleeping?” Senior White came in with an empty water bottle and handed it to Song Shuhang

After taking the empty water bottle, Song Shuhang teleported it to the living spring in his Inner World, filled it with water, and brought it back before handing it to Senior White. “I just finished working.”

Sixteen replied, “I saw that the lights in Shuhang’s room were still on, so I came over to take a look.”

Senior White smiled and said, “Since you haven’t slept yet, allow me to invite you to drink some tea. I bought some scented tea when I was shopping around the Beast Realm earlier. Drinking this tea can enhance the quality of one’s sleep. It’s pretty effective.”

In a small pavilion under the moonlight, Senior White began to boil water and make tea.

Senior Turtle, Lady Onion, Sixteen, and Song Shuhang lined up.

They did not know which ingredients Senior White used for the tea, but they had to admit that it smelled really good.

After having a drink, Shuhang felt his eyelids become heavy.

After another sip, he fell straight asleep.

In his sleep, Song Shuhang dreamed of a familiar scene.

He was in a world of pure white clouds.

Song Shuhang walked among the clouds, feeling as if he was walking on cotton.

In front of him, a figure was leading the way, and he followed.

They walked and walked until the figure suddenly turned around.

It was the Scholarly Sage!

The eyes of the Scholarly Sage lit up like the rising sun. Song Shuhang felt a dull pain in his lower back when he saw the familiar figure of the Sage. He had researched this subject in the past and knew that pregnancy was likely the cause of this back pain.

Anyway, what surprise was the Sage going to give him this time?

After studying spiders and learning to use three eyes with three pupils each, was the Sage going to start studying flies?

Unexpectedly, the Sage did not talk about eyes this time. Instead, he asked, “Do you know what a Nascent Soul is?”

Song Shuhang replied, “I do. During the Seventh Stage Venerable Realm, the Lotus Formation births a Nascent Soul.”

“Wrong.” The Sage’s eyes shone, and he rebutted, “Without experiencing pregnancy, how can a Nascent Soul come to be?”

Song Shuhang: “…”

After taking a huge detour, the topic still returned to the Impregnating Gaze…

Some things never change, I guess.

“No pregnancy, no baby. Do you understand?” The Sage’s eyes shone brightly.

F*ck! It’s the Expert’s Appraisal!

Song Shuhang was startled. A chilling sensation filled his soul, and he woke up from his dream.

Song Shuhang murmured to himself, “It’s just a dream. It’s just a dream…”

While he was speaking, he discovered that his consciousness was still floating among the clouds.

Is the dream not over yet?

Could it be a series of dreams? Or a dream within a dream?

Do I have no option to log out of this dream?

Inside the dream.

His consciousness drifted among the clouds until he arrived at a familiar building. It was a building located in his old school, one of the teaching buildings of Wenzhou City’s No. 2 Middle School.

Inside this teaching building, the students listened carefully.

At the podium, there was a teacher who looked both familiar and unfamiliar to him, imparting the knowledge of life to the students.

This included: the process of conception and the birth of a baby.

In the end, everything still went back to pregnancy. Song Shuhang: “…”

Is this nightmare still not over?

A lovely voice said in dissatisfaction, [It’s not over yet? Why do you, a grown-up man, keep dreaming about pregnancy over and over again?!]

Song Shuhang: “???”

Who is that?

Is this person influencing my dreams?

I was wondering why I suddenly started having nightmares related to pregnancy. It turns out that someone was secretly messing with me…

Now that I know that someone is causing trouble, things have become a lot easier to resolve.

Dreams and the subconscious were among Song Shuhang’s strong points.

Even putting aside his innate ability to enter dreams, the virtuous lamia, Fairy Creation, the black-skinned Soft Feather, and the black Scarlet Heaven Sword all had the ability to influence and resist abilities related to dreams.

“(True Self Meditation Scripture)!” Song Shuhang took the initiative to open up his “consciousness space”.

Speaking of which, I haven’t paid much attention to my true self recently. I wonder what my true self looks like now. Song Shuhang summoned his true self.

During the period of time in which he hadn’t checked his true self, he had been possessed by the Scholarly Sage, so he must have acquired a bit of scholarly temperament, right?

Soon, his true self emerged inside the consciousness space.

Song Shuhang guessed right this time. His true self had been influenced by the Scholarly Sage.

For example, on the top of his head, there was the typical hat of a Confucian scholar!

Looking further down… there was nothing.

The true self was a reflection of his main body, and there was nothing left of his body at the moment. There was only a head, which remained suspended in the air while giving off a pitch-black metallic luster.

Song Shuhang closed his eyes in pain, unable to keep looking at his true self.

Fairy Creation appeared. She reached out to touch Song Shuhang’s true self, and sang, “ISong- Dumb~ Use your tongue-“.

The virtuous lamia said, “In the sky, one stroke at a time.”

The black-skinned Soft Feather thought for a moment and added, “How about writing down the word miserable?”

“Miserable indeed.” Song Shuhang did not refute them.

The black Scarlet Heaven Sword asked, “Stop messing around. Anyway, who’s the fellow influencing your dreams?”

Despite being an inner demon, it had not sensed the person secretly affecting Song Shuhang’s dreams.

The virtuous lamia, a materialization of light of virtue, had also failed to detect any mental attack.

“Show yourself.” Song Shuhang turned his head.

Inside the consciousness space, a figure was forced out of its hidden state. The figure had shoulder-length hair, a pretty little face, and well-trimmed eyebrows.

It was the grown-up version of Sixteen.

“It’s you!” Song Shuhang’s eyes narrowed.

He did not expect that it was her who had affected his dreams.

The adult Sixteen looked back at Song Shuhang calmly.

“Tell me, who are you? And why were you influencing my dreams?” Song Shuhang flung his hair backward, and the symbol of his scholarly aura, the Confucian hat, was sent flying.

The adult version of Sixteen replied slowly, “I’m… Su Clan’s Six-“.

“She’s lying,” the black-skinned Soft Feather said.

“-teen.” The adult version of Sixteen waited for quite a while before spitting out the last syllable.

Song Shuhang: “…”

The black Scarlet Heaven Sword stared at the adult Sixteen and said solemnly, “If you are Sixteen… then you must have expired.”