Chapter 99: The Detached Master Reading the Dragon Proud Sky’s Heart and Going Crazy (Part 7)

Chapter 99: The Detached Master Reading the Dragon Proud Sky's Heart and Going Crazy (Part 7)

Song Chuyi held Xiao Bai's meat pad and gave it a gentle squeeze.

"Xiao Bai, your meat pad feels so cold. Are you feeling too cold?"

"Daddy's here to warm you up."

Si Yuanye couldn't take it anymore and pressed his paw against Song Chuyi’s mouth.

Song Chuyi took the opportunity to kiss the paw. "Xiao Bai, you’re such a spoilt brat, even offering your paw for me to kiss, haha."

He stood up with Xiao Bai in his arms and took the opportunity to pick up the elixirs from the ground.

"Yesterday, when I was looking for you, I heard a secret realm nearby is about to open. Do you want to check it out?"

"There are definitely treasures in the secret realm. I can sense a treasure calling out to me!"

"But Master definitely won’t let me go in. Do you have any ideas on how I can convince Master to let me go?"

…………

As Song Chuyi spoke, he heard Xiaotong’s voice in his mind.

"Host, the old man has woken up."

Song Chuyi was stunned. "Old man?"

That's not right. In the backstory, didn't the old man in Dragon Proud Sky’s mind die?

Xiaotong appeared to know what Song Chuyi was thinking and explained in a quiet voice, "I gave the old man a tiny bit of energy, just a tiny bit."

Song Chuyi suddenly realized and mentally petted the little white ball.

"Xiaotong, you’re awesome!"

The little white ball in his arms narrowed its eyes slightly.

Xiaotong? Who’s this?

At this moment, Song Chuyi was already chatting with the old man.

"Grandpa, you're awake? How are you feeling now?"

Dan Wen hadn't expected that he was still alive, even if it was merely in the form of a soul.

He should have dispersed into the universe, so why was he still here?

Dan Wen was somewhat shocked but still replied to Song Chuyi.

"Not bad."

Song Chuyi smiled, "I'm glad to hear you're doing well. Grandpa, you should rest a little longer. I'm playing with Xiao Bai."

Dan Wen always felt something was off. This child seemed more cheerful.

At that moment, able to hear only Song Chuyi’s thoughts, Si Yuanye felt a hint of confusion.

Little Barrel? Grandpa?

Was the old man called Little Barrel or Xiao Tong?

And…

Si Yuanye lifted his claw and pressed it to Song Chuyi's forehead.

A faint white glow flashed.

Song Chuyi held Xiao Bai’s paw, "Xiao Bai, what's wrong?"

Si Yuanye released the paw, his eyes reflected a hint of seriousness.

There was actually a foreign soul in his disciple’s mind.

Although weak, the soul clearly didn’t belong to Song Chuyi.

No wonder the disciple found his sword path so quickly and mastered pill refinement. It must be thanks to that old man.

He didn’t know which great expert had left this wisp of soul after their body perished.

The highest cultivation level in Xuan Tian Continent is called Huashen. No one knows what lies beyond the Huashen realm.

Huashen cultivators can live for one thousand years, but nowadays, there are no longer any Huashen cultivators in Xuan Tian Continent.

This divine soul fragment might be the last remnant left behind by the demise of a Huashen expert.

But why did it seek out his disciple?

A strange feeling rose in Si Yuanye's heart. He clearly realized that he didn't want his disciple to take a second master.

It's just a divine soul fragment; how could it teach Song Chuyi better than me?

Si Yuanye's expression slowly turned solemn.

However, he forgot that he was still in his cat form. A serious expression on a cat’s face—how could that be taken seriously?

It was just acting adorable!

Unable to hold back, Song Chuyi hugged the cat and planted a big kiss on it.

"Good boy, Little White, why are you being so adorable today?"

"Do you feel how good Daddy is?"

"Why don't you leave Master and come with me?"

"Let's sneak off to that hidden realm."

"I heard the hidden realm opens tomorrow. Tomorrow morning, I'll pay my respects to Master and tell him I'm preparing to enter seclusion!"

As Song Chuyi laid out his plan, he didn't notice that Little White's serious expression had gradually turned to disbelief.

As always, Si Yuanye suddenly appeared behind him.

Song Chuyi turned around and immediately saw the immortal-looking Master. He quickly presented the excuse he had prepared the night before.

Si Yuanye gave him a casual look and seemed to hum in response before disappearing again.

After seeing his master had left, Song Chuyi returned to his thatched hut and crouched down to touch the tender sprouts of the Moonlit Grass.

"My little one, I'll feed you when I come back tonight."

Small White had somehow appeared behind him.

Sensing its presence, Song Chuyi spun around and immediately hugged it.

"Small White, I knew you’d come down the mountain with me."

"Let's go, we're heading to the secret realm now."

"We still need to come back by midnight to feed the Moonlit Grass."

As he spoke, he stood up and started down the mountain.

Si Yuanye, perched on Song Chuyi's shoulder, gazed at the sprouting tender buds with a hint of confusion in his eyes.

The secret realm that had appeared near Xuan Tian City this time was open to everyone, meaning anyone could enter. Even ordinary people could enter, but whether they could survive depended on their own abilities.

Generally, there were very few precious treasures in such realms. Even if there were, they weren't particularly valuable.

For this reason, the realm wasn’t considered very dangerous.

Song Chuyi, too, entered with the intention of just looking around and didn’t expect to find any treasure.

Soon after entering, he and Small White fell into a hole.

At that moment, Song Chuyi realized.

As a dragon protagonist, how could the secret realm lack treasure?!

And he was determined to claim it!

Song Chuyi stroked Little White's head, "Little White, we're going to look for a treasure."

He held him as he moved forward, passing through a narrow gap before entering a stone cave.

In the center of the cave stood a sword, covered in dust, looking like something carelessly forged and discarded in a blacksmith’s shop.

But familiar with the routine, Song Chuyi understood that this was definitely not an ordinary sword!

This was very likely a divine sword!

"Little White, we’ve found a treasure! Haha!"

Si Yuanye: ...

It's just a broken sword.

There's even some rust on it; only his naive disciple would consider it a treasure.

Song Chuyi walked over and pulled the sword out, with some rust falling onto the cold ground.

With a boom, the entire cave began to shake.

A three-headed dog rushed out, charging straight at Song Chuyi.

A strange fire rose in the cave, scorching hot, as if it sought to consume both flesh and soul.

Si Yuanye's eyes tightened, a flash of white light, and a sword entirely black stabbed straight into the three-headed dog’s heart.

The fire gradually died out.

Dressed in white, holding the black sword, Si Yuanye walked forward.

On the ground, Song Chuyi, holding the rusty broken sword, was already unconscious.

Si Yuanye approached, frowning slightly, a touch of helplessness rising on his handsome and aloof face.

"What a foolish disciple."