It feels like returning to the beginning, except without the Grandmaster leading the way, and I no longer need to hold a censer in my hands.

Moreover, this cold sensation is something I can easily bear now.

The road on the plaza is easier to walk than last time, no longer the uneven footing by the river, and while Li Zhiyuan is walking ahead, he can sense Little Huang Ying following along and moving.

She loves beauty, and she is indeed flirtatious.

In truth, there's nothing wrong with showcasing one's grace and charm, yet despite the gradually opening trends, society hasn't reached that level; if Little Huang Ying had been born ten or twenty years later, she might still fall into the conservative category.

Entering the first floor, the snoring of Run Sheng and Tan Wenbin remains unchanged; as long as it's Li Zhiyuan's footsteps without cries for help or other noises, their sensitive nerves won't be triggered.

But one person sits up from the coffin in his sleep.

His eyes open, pupils vertical.

It's the White Crane Child!

Perhaps it's because Lin Shuyou, despite not formally initiating divination today, repeated the entire set of warm-up actions many times, resulting in a bizarre success in divination during sleep.

It's no wonder Lin Shuyou is regarded as a genius of the Official General Lineage at the hometown temple.

Behind him, Little Huang Ying's hand on Li Zhiyuan's shoulder began to exert force.

Her body trembles too, displaying the 'charming and vibrant' attributed to the dead.

Under the peach trees, the Child doesn't dare to look.

But Little Huang Ying is evidently not included, and the Child feels she can handle it.

Li Zhiyuan looks at the Child, mouths:

"Sleep."

The Child attempts to rise from the coffin.

Li Zhiyuan's eyes sharpen, carrying a clear warning.

Enhancing and reforming the Official General system had only ever been an incidental task, not the main objective, especially when he'd already doubled the divination for Lin Shuyou and the Child had shown submission; Li Zhiyuan had no motive to continue with confrontation.

But if you're disobedient and insist on going against me, then I'll focus all my energies on studying it thoroughly.

The Child, halfway risen, sat back down, then lay back again.

It's genuine fear.

In the past, even when encountering other river walkers or facing the Dragon King, honestly, as a Yin God, he had nothing to fear — at worst, the Divination Child would be killed, the temple destroyed, affecting their pace of earning merit.

But this person before him truly has the ability to turn their Yin God lineage from being revered deities into beast of burden within the Divination Child's grasp.

It's harder to accept than being slain.

Little Huang Ying seems pleased, not only ceasing her trembling but resuming a subtle swaying.

Perhaps truly because the one under the peach trees helped share her pain, her temperament seems much like when she was alive.

Li Zhiyuan took two bottles of drinks from the living room, then led her up the stairs, past the Grandmaster's room, and into his own room.

Walking to the bedside, Little Huang Ying released the youth's hand and lay down on the bed.

She lay very neatly, hands folded over her chest, face pale as though thickly powdered, lips vividly crimson and unsettling.

If this overly eye-catching black tight cheongsam were replaced with a more somber outfit, then this bed would be a standard lying-in-state position.

Li Zhiyuan stood by the bed, watching water droplets continuously fall from the bed corner.

He pointed to the board above the bed, indicating that she could go up there.

You've soaked the bed thoroughly, making it impossible for me to sleep.

Little Huang Ying kept her eyes closed, unmoved.

Li Zhiyuan nodded, decisively pulled the chair from behind the desk, set it by the bed, and sat down, leaning back, then.

"Snap!"

He snapped his fingers loudly.

In accordance with the principle of helping others completely and escorting Buddha to the west, here was a new dream.

A broad stage, a massive banner, beneath it sat an audience dressed appropriately as if in an auditorium.

Behind, there were dancers appearing, and the expensive sound equipment started up too.

Li Zhiyuan relocated the venue of the unit's entertainment evening that his parents took him to as a child here.

No choice, his memory is excellent, enabling him to recreate all the layout and design.

Moreover, he has long mastered the cultivation technique in Wei Zhengdao's black book.

Now, it's akin to Li Zhiyuan altering Little Huang Ying's memory.

Except this time, not to control her.

Because whatever he wanted her to do, there's no need for control, she is also defenseless against him.

If Wei Zhengdao knew his ultimate technique was being used this way, perhaps even in death, he might be infuriated enough to kick open the coffin lid, resurrect, and fight with him.

Still,

given his character, it's truly uncertain.

Perhaps after rising from death, he'd voluntarily come over and join in listening to the concert, even proactively sing duets with Little Huang Ying on stage.

At this moment, Little Huang Ying stood on stage, facing the microphone stand.

In the dream, she completely restored her appearance when alive.

She began to cry, constantly wiping tears from her eyes.

She used to wipe tears in a straightforward manner, directly using the back of her hand or her fingers, but here, after all, it's a grand stage now, she's beginning to act delicately.

She began to sing, her body swaying with the rhythm.

The dance moves had become subtler, she started to restrain them, even her singing began to emphasize on nuances, sometimes intentionally handing the microphone to the audience below when she knew the notes would break.

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