Chapter 36: Lost in It

Hearing Yan Hua’s voice, Mu Chenxi finally snapped back to her senses and hurriedly said, “Thank you, Senior Sister Yan Hua.”

At this moment, she finally understood that the fear she felt the first time she saw Yan Hua wasn’t without reason.

It was an instinctive premonition of “danger”—after all, Yan Hua’s state was inherently dangerous.

But on second thought, Yan Hua treated her with genuine kindness, which gradually eased the tension in her heart.

“Since you’re thanking me, I’ll share another good thing with you.”

Yan Hua spoke, pointing to the Great Stomach not far away.

At this moment, the pulsating organ was bathed in moonlight from Bai Yue, not only changing but also making “gulu gulu” sounds as it throbbed, appearing even more bizarre than before.

But Mu Chenxi knew Yan Hua wouldn’t harm her, so this time, without the slightest hesitation, she reached out and placed her hand on the throbbing Great Stomach. It felt warm and strangely comforting.

The next second, her consciousness merged into Yan Hua’s memories once more.

But this time, what appeared before her eyes wasn’t Liu Ruyan’s cruelty, but the figure of Senior Master Bai Yue.

She saw Bai Yue squatting in front of a Dan Furnace, frying round Sugar Beans inside.

The sweet aroma filled the air, making her nose itch.

Mu Chenxi couldn’t help but drool, raising her hand to wipe her mouth.

Strange, she never drooled before, did she?

Soon, Mu Chenxi realized that at this moment, she was inside Yan Hua’s consciousness—it was Yan Hua’s small body drooling by instinct.

The existence that could endure terrifying torture was actually rendered helpless by a pot of Fried Sugar Beans.

This surprised Mu Chenxi.

“Master, is it done yet? Can I eat it now?”

The next second, Mu Chenxi’s voice rang out uncontrollably.

She deeply inhaled the sweet scent in the air, leaned over to stare at the Fried Sugar Beans in the Dan Furnace, swallowed hard, and her little hand couldn’t help but reach toward the furnace.

“Hey, careful, it’s hot!”

Bai Yue quickly slapped away the small hand about to touch the furnace wall, her tone full of helpless yet gentle reproach.

“You little glutton, wait a bit longer. It’ll be ready soon. Otherwise, you’ll get burned.”

Yan Hua could only sulkily put her finger in her mouth, obediently leaning against Bai Yue and waiting, her eyes fixed on the Dan Furnace.

Finally, Bai Yue smiled and spoke.

“Fried Sugar Beans are ready!”

As soon as she finished speaking, she picked up a Sugar Bean with chopsticks, brought it to her mouth, and gently blew on it—clearly intending to feed Yan Hua first.

But Yan Hua couldn’t wait any longer. Her long tongue suddenly shot out.

In an instant, the Fried Sugar Bean on the chopsticks vanished.

Bai Yue hadn’t even seen what happened.

She froze, then asked, “Was that your tongue just now?”

“Yes!”

Yan Hua proudly lifted her little face, sticking out her long tongue to lightly lick her small jade nose.

“Master, am I amazing?”

Seeing Yan Hua’s slightly mischievous gesture, Bai Yue couldn’t help but laugh.

“Don’t lick your nose with your tongue. It’s unhygienic.”

“Okay.”

Yan Hua obediently retracted her tongue, but after a moment, she asked softly,

“Master, is my tongue so long because I’m a Monster?”

Bai Yue was stunned for a moment, then rubbed her head with a helpless smile, her tone gentle and comforting.

“Of course you’re not a Monster. It’s a rare talent. A long tongue will be very useful in the future.”

“What kind of use?”

Yan Hua asked curiously.

Bai Yue was about to answer, but then some inappropriate images flashed through her mind—the long tongue between women…

She quickly cut off her thoughts and made up a reason.

“For example… it makes eating more convenient.”

“Oh, that does seem convenient!”

Yan Hua accepted this explanation and nodded.

Then, she stuck her tongue out again to roll up another Fried Sugar Bean from the Dan Furnace—her tongue was really too long.

Bai Yue was stunned, worried that she might end up hurting her own tongue.

“Hey, don’t eat like that.”

Bai Yue quickly stopped her, sighing.

“Use chopsticks. I’ll teach you.”

As she spoke, Bai Yue took Yan Hua’s small hand, helping her hold the chopsticks steady, and patiently taught her how to pick up Sugar Beans and gently bring them to her mouth.

Yan Hua wasn’t stupid.

She quickly learned how to use chopsticks, but she was reluctant to leave Bai Yue’s embrace.

With her master’s soft arms wrapped around her, a faint fragrance lingering at her nose, and the taste of sweet Fried Sugar Beans in her mouth, she felt utterly content.

Bai Yue didn’t rush her, patiently accompanying her, feeding her Sugar Beans one by one until the whole pot was empty.

Mu Chenxi, merged with Yan Hua, was completely immersed in this warm memory. Only when the Sugar Beans were gone did she suddenly snap out of it.

Realizing she had wasted so much time in Yan Hua’s memories, she couldn’t help but feel a bit frustrated. How had she become so absorbed?

It was just eating Fried Sugar Beans—how had she been so captivated…

In truth, Mu Chenxi had always been too harsh on herself.

She had no childhood at all, only endless, tedious sword training.

Since she could remember, she’d practiced the Taishang Forget-Emotion Sword Art, never knowing such gentle companionship.

Now, accidentally experiencing Yan Hua’s childhood, witnessing Bai Yue’s meticulous care, she couldn’t help but feel a bit envious.

She found herself wishing that, when she was young, she could have met such a master.

“How was it, junior sister? Fried Sugar Beans are delicious, right?”

Yan Hua smiled.

“You treated me before, so now I treated you to a whole pot. Not bad, right?”

“Mm, it really was delicious.”

Mu Chenxi nodded earnestly, a hint of sweetness lingering in her voice.

But she quickly composed herself and got back to the main topic.

“Senior Sister Yan Hua, can I enter the Great Stomach’s illusion again? It really helps improve my spiritual sense.”

“You can, but you need to be careful, Chenxi. The danger is still there. Last time, your Soul almost collapsed.”

Yan Hua reminded her, putting on a stern face like a master.

“I know, but I feel like I can endure it this time.”

Mu Chenxi raised her hand to touch her Soul.

The exhaustion had mostly faded after being nourished by Bai Yue’s moonlight in the Sea of Consciousness.

And she had another thought: if her Soul took more damage, and she returned to her master, having her real master nourish her with the Sea of Consciousness would be even more effective than the moonlight here.

Deciding instantly, Mu Chenxi didn’t hesitate.

She placed her hand on the throbbing Great Stomach again, took a deep breath, and focused her mind.

The next moment, the familiar, painful illusion engulfed her.

Even with her previous experience and mental preparation,

The burning and slicing torments still far exceeded her limits.

She didn’t have Yan Hua’s extraordinary endurance.

In just moments, her Soul felt torn apart, and her consciousness couldn’t hold on any longer—she was forcefully ejected from the vision.

“Pu chi ——”

The instant she returned to her body, Mu Chenxi coughed up a mouthful of fresh blood, splattering on the ground like a glaring red flower.

“Chenxi!”

Bai Yue had already been waiting nearby.

Seeing this, she rushed forward to support Mu Chenxi’s trembling body.