Category: A Girl Dies Every Day in Her Dream Life

Chapter 4: Accepting as Disciples

Although Sir’s tone was quite gentle, completely different from the Immortal Master’s cold indifference, it was indeed the same voice.

Before losing consciousness, Luo Xue had witnessed the scene of the Immortal Master killing the traffickers; the horrific image of insects gnawing on flesh was still vivid in her mind.

More importantly… Luo Xue knew very well that the Immortal Master was the mastermind behind their abduction.

…What on earth was he planning?

Sir smiled at Luo Xue, his gentle gaze as if trying to melt her.

If Luo Xue hadn’t seen his hidden side, she might have mistaken him for a good person.

Now fully awake, Luo Xue gradually calmed down.

Since Sir perceived her as timid, Luo Xue decided to continue the act.

She simply nodded woodenly at Sir, without saying a word.

This reaction deepened the malice in the eyes of the other little girls. More than disgust at Luo Xue’s ugly appearance, it was jealousy of the special attention Sir showed her.

Even more infuriating was that this ugly freak didn’t respond to Sir’s concern, not even uttering a word of thanks.

“Uncouth ugly monster! Sir will definitely hate her!”

“I don’t know what Sir is thinking, actually taking in such a little monster…”

Luo Xue could clearly see the undisguised looks from the children, but in front of the terrifying and unpredictable Immortal Master, these were insignificant.

“By the way, where’s Xiao Yao?”

At this moment, Luo Xue remembered Su Yiyao, who had woken up earlier than her in the carriage, and she instantly became tense again.

There had been at least twenty little girls in the carriage, but now only three were present with the Immortal Master.

Needless to say, Su Yiyao wasn’t among them.

So… where was Xiao Yao? Where were the other little girls?

Could they have… met with misfortune?

Just as Luo Xue’s worries spiraled, a soft groan came from beside her.

“Mmm…”

Luo Xue instinctively turned her head and saw a delicate and beautiful girl lying next to her.

The girl’s exquisite features were breathtaking. Though still young, she already possessed a captivating allure.

She slowly opened her eyes, her brown eyes like a clear autumn pool. Her dazed and bewildered expression evoked an instant feeling of protectiveness.

“It’s Xiao Yao!”

Luo Xue immediately recognized Su Yiyao. Although she couldn’t see Xiao Yao’s face clearly in the dim carriage, she wouldn’t forget those beautiful big eyes.

She secretly breathed a sigh of relief. At least for now… Xiao Yao was safe.

After waking up, Su Yiyao first showed a hint of panic, but upon meeting Luo Xue’s gaze amidst her confusion, she suddenly calmed down.

She seemed to recognize Luo Xue as well.

However, unlike Luo Xue’s relief, the other little girls’ expressions instantly changed upon seeing Su Yiyao.

If their attitude towards Luo Xue was undisguised disgust, towards this excessively beautiful little girl, it was pure jealousy.

At the same time, they were also worried that Sir would favor her because of her beauty.

After all… this was a rare opportunity for immortality!

“You’ve all been unconscious for quite a while… but it’s alright, you’re awake now.”

Sir nodded, seemingly not paying extra attention to Su Yiyao’s stunning appearance.

“I’ve already explained the situation to these few. Now I’ll explain it again for you.”

Sir stood up, his long robe fluttering, his appearance quite like that of an immortal.

“This one is known as Daoist Ziyang, a carefree cultivator from Mount Ziyang. I happened to pass by this place and rescued you from the hands of evildoers.”

Daoist Ziyang waved his sleeve, and a dilapidated carriage appeared out of thin air, filled with the stench of decay and filth, scaring the girls back.

Seeing the carriage, Su Yiyao’s small body trembled instinctively.

However, Luo Xue immediately took her cold, soft hand under the covers and, just like in the carriage, wrote on her thigh,

“Don’t be afraid.”

After hesitating for a moment, Luo Xue added a few more words,

“Don’t let him see.”

…What did she mean?

Su Yiyao was puzzled but obediently followed Luo Xue’s words, naturally changing her terrified expression to one of avoidance.

They absolutely couldn’t let Daoist Ziyang realize they recognized the carriage.

The girls’ reactions didn’t escape Daoist Ziyang’s notice, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Luo Xue and Su Yiyao’s somewhat unusual reactions weren’t strange to him; in fact, he thought Luo Xue was being overly cautious.

No one would look at a ten-year-old girl and think of her as deeply calculating, and Daoist Ziyang was no exception.

“But don’t worry, the evildoers have already been subdued by this one.” Daoist Ziyang put away the carriage, still smiling gently. “Since in this vast world, this one has formed a karmic connection with you, it means this is your destiny with immortality.”

“The path to immortality is long and arduous. This one has wandered alone for decades, but now I suddenly have the intention to take on disciples…”

He paused, looking around, taking in the surprise and excitement of the other three girls, Luo Xue’s timidity, and Su Yiyao’s vigilance, before continuing,

“I wonder if you…”

Before Daoist Ziyang could finish, one of the girls immediately knelt down, kowtowing repeatedly.

“Disciple greets Master!”

A smug look appeared in her eyes as she glanced at the others.

The other two girls, realizing what was happening, also knelt down and said in unison,

“Disciple… greets Master!”

Daoist Ziyang nodded with satisfaction and turned his gaze to Luo Xue and Su Yiyao.

The two of them were still lying on the bed…

Luo Xue sighed inwardly. She knew very well that this wasn’t a choice.

Or rather, her choices were to accept him as master, or be forced to accept him as master.

“Agree first,” Luo Xue quickly wrote on Su Yiyao’s thigh, then struggled to get up.

“Disciple…”

Perhaps from lying down for too long, Luo Xue’s legs were a bit numb…

“There’s no need for that,” Daoist Ziyang quickly took a few steps forward and said with concern, “Since you are unwell, there’s no need to adhere to these worldly formalities.”

He looked at Su Yiyao. “The same goes for you.”

His gentle and considerate demeanor made Luo Xue momentarily dazed, giving her the illusion that he was truly a noble and virtuous immortal.

But after snapping back to reality, Luo Xue felt a wave of fear.

What was this guy up to…

Daoist Ziyang’s eyes crinkled into crescents with his smile, giving him a gentle and refined air. But Luo Xue only felt that this person was probably far more terrifying than she imagined.

After all… those with perpetually smiling eyes were never good news!

Chapter 3: The Eerie Immortal Master

“You are too slow.”

This abnormally soft voice seemed to ring in everyone’s ears, gentle yet overwhelmingly oppressive.

Even Luo Xue, for a moment, thought he had detected her awakening, and her body instinctively tensed.

However, she quickly realized that this must be some kind of sound transmission method. If she had truly been discovered, it certainly wouldn’t be this calm.

“We… we apologize, Immortal Master. Recently, the government has been strictly investigating, and it’s difficult to bring so many people out unnoticed…”

“That is no excuse.” The soft voice interrupted their explanation.

As soon as the words fell, two thuds were heard, presumably the two traffickers falling to their knees. Even their voices revealed barely concealed terror.

“It is our fault for being ignorant and delaying the Immortal Master’s important matters. Please spare our lives!”

The sounds of kowtowing rose and fell, but soon the Immortal Master’s voice rang out again, laced with impatience.

“Noisy.”

In an instant, the two traffickers fell silent, as if muted, making no further sound.

Could they have been… killed?

Having experienced the apocalypse, Luo Xue always viewed others with the utmost suspicion, especially in this Immortal Martial World where mortals were like ants.

“Oh… right, didn’t you want to step into the Innate Realm?” The Immortal Master’s gentle laughter came. “I promised you. I will help you now.”

At the same time, a subtle chewing sound accompanied his words, as if some kind of insect was gnawing on flesh bit by bit.

In the otherwise silent surroundings, this subtle sound was particularly jarring, particularly terrifying.

Luo Xue didn’t even dare to breathe. She huddled in the corner, suppressing the fear surging within her as much as possible, afraid that even the rhythm of her heartbeat might betray her to this “Immortal Master.”

“What kind of luck do I have… What kind of world is this…”

It seemed the world of cultivators was no less cruel than the apocalyptic world.

And at this moment, Luo Xue had another question. Why did this Immortal Master go to such lengths to gather these little girls?

Moreover, they all seemed to be around the same age…

Was it for some kind of ritual? Or to refine magical treasures? Or perhaps cultivation cauldrons?

Luo Xue didn’t know whether such actions were considered evil cultivation or normal for immortals in this world.

But in her current situation, even knowing the answers wouldn’t help.

Able to effortlessly eliminate a few traffickers, this Immortal Master could do anything he wanted to Luo Xue and the others, and they had no power to resist.

“…Such a bother. I’m almost out of time. I’ll just pick a few here.”

The Immortal Master muttered to himself. Then, the tightly sealed carriage exploded open, and blinding sunlight poured in.

Luo Xue’s eyes, accustomed to the darkness, were momentarily unable to adapt, but she resisted the urge to close them, risking a peek through a narrow slit.

She finally saw the environment outside the carriage. Endless green mountains filled her vision.

Two figures knelt in front of the carriage, their human outlines vaguely discernible.

But these figures were now covered in small insects, the dense gnawing sounds making her scalp tingle.

The Immortal Master stood suspended in the air beside the kneeling figures, a thin, cruel smile on his soft face, his sharp, snake-like eyes gazing indifferently at the shattered carriage.

Whether he hadn’t noticed Luo Xue’s peculiarity or simply disdained to pay attention, the Immortal Master merely waved his sleeve. Purple-red mist spread out, enveloping all the girls.

“What… what is this…”

Intense dizziness assaulted Luo Xue, her conscious mind once again suffering a heavy blow.

The scene before her eyes became distorted, bizarre illusions interweaving like a revolving lantern.

Only a line of bright red text remained exceptionally clear:

[New Abnormal Status: Yin Breath Poison]
[Allocating Survival Points: Yin Poison Resistance +10]
[…Survive]

Just as Luo Xue lost consciousness, the Immortal Master’s cold voice echoed in her ears once more.

“I wonder how many ‘seeds’ will remain from this batch…”

…

“Sir, she seems to be waking up.”

A faint, childish voice came from somewhere unknown. Luo Xue slowly opened her eyes.

She instinctively curled up but found herself covered in a soft, comfortable silk quilt, a sensation she hadn’t felt in a very long time.

Luo Xue looked up and saw several pairs of large, watery eyes staring at her. Beside them sat a gentle and refined man.

She was no longer in the dark carriage. Bright sunlight streamed into this antique room, and she was lying on a soft, comfortable bed.

“You were unconscious for quite a while, but thankfully you pulled through.”

The man, addressed as “Sir,” smiled gently. Despite his caring gaze, Luo Xue couldn’t help but feel goosebumps.

“But Sir, she’s so ugly! Like a monster!”

One of the little girls pouted, undisguised disgust on her face. Children of this age were mostly very straightforward.

Luo Xue turned her head blankly towards a dressing table not far away and saw herself in the mirror.

Indeed… very ugly.

Her small face was bumpy and uneven, as if melted pieces of flesh had been piled together. Twisted scars covered half of her face, only her eyes remaining clear.

Luo Xue could barely recognize herself beneath the scars.

“Now, now, children, you mustn’t mock others.” Sir gently stopped them with a smile, then looked at Luo Xue, observing her carefully. “However, from the appearance, it seems to be burn scars. But the internal flesh and tissue are perfectly formed, more like it’s… congenital…”

Hearing this, Luo Xue stiffly turned her head towards Sir, a trace of shock lingering in her eyes.

Sir paused, assuming Luo Xue’s expression was due to her ugly appearance being revealed, and comforted her.

“But you needn’t worry. Congenital appearance isn’t unchangeable. As long as you embark on the path of immortality and step into the Innate Realm, you can reshape your mortal body. Then… any kind of beauty will be within your reach.”

Before Luo Xue could reply, the other girls started chattering.

“Really? Sir, I want to be beautiful too!”

“Hmph… I’ll definitely be prettier then.”

“Can we become immortals like Sir?”

Faced with such a noisy environment, Sir merely smiled gently, nodding repeatedly.

“It’s all possible. Sir also started from a mortal body, step by step, to reach where I am today.”

With that, he cast an encouraging glance at Luo Xue, but noticed her eyes darting around.

“Is she… that self-conscious?”

The thought flickered through Sir’s mind, but he didn’t dwell on it.

How could it be self-consciousness…

Luo Xue had experienced so much; a little mockery wouldn’t shake her.

Appearance wasn’t worth mentioning in the apocalyptic world. No matter how ugly she became, Luo Xue wouldn’t feel anything.

However, her reaction wasn’t feigned either.

Because Luo Xue had realized something.

The Sir in front of her… was the Immortal Master who had killed the traffickers!

Chapter 2: A Glimmer in the Solitude

“Thump, thump, thump…”

The sound of wooden soles striking the wooden planks echoed, the footsteps gradually approaching the carriage door.

Luo Xue’s heart skipped a beat. She had sat up to observe her surroundings, not expecting that even a slight movement would attract the traffickers’ attention.

What kind of traffickers had such sharp ears…?

From the few words she had overheard, these traffickers didn’t want the girls in the carriage to know they had been kidnapped, so she absolutely couldn’t let them discover she was awake.

If they found out… what these scumbags might do was unthinkable.

As for whether this was a dream, whether death meant true death or a return to reality, she didn’t know. Luo Xue didn’t dare to gamble.

This kind of inexplicable experience of suddenly arriving in an inexplicable place wasn’t new to her. The most urgent matter was to deceive these traffickers.

Luo Xue looked around. When she first woke up from her coma, her mind was a bit foggy, and she hadn’t carefully observed her surroundings.

Including Luo Xue, there were at least ten little girls in the carriage, all around ten years old, about the same age as her.

The style of their clothing looked ancient, but Luo Xue wasn’t an expert and couldn’t tell which dynasty it belonged to.

—Of course, if the small text that had appeared earlier, [Immortal Martial World], was correct, this should be another fictional world, and possibly a high-martial world where immortals might appear.

Besides these little girls, there was nothing else in the empty carriage, and an unbearable stench permeated the air.

Fortunately, Luo Xue’s sense of smell seemed to have been greatly weakened, and the foul odor didn’t make her faint again.

“Is this considered a dream’s protection?”

The thought flashed through Luo Xue’s mind. The footsteps outside had stopped; the trafficker was standing at the door.

She quickly closed her eyes, leaving a sliver of vision open, and leaned against another little girl’s shoulder.

Whether it was due to the bumpy carriage or just an illusion, the shoulder Luo Xue leaned on seemed to tremble slightly at that moment.

“Creak—”

With a grating sound of turning axles, a small figure entered the carriage.

“Damn, how can it be so stinky!” He covered his nose and mouth, cursing. “I should have let you come. You haven’t even reached the ‘Nose Sensitivity’ realm!”

“Stop mentioning that I’m one minor realm behind you. The Immortal Master said that after the deed is done, he’ll bring us into the Innate Realm. By then, this small gap won’t matter much.” Another voice sounded from outside the carriage.

Hearing these words, Luo Xue’s heart stirred. So there really were cultivators in this world.

So… it wasn’t a dream?

Dream or not, Luo Xue couldn’t tell anymore.

But clearly, whether it was or wasn’t, she had to get through this ordeal first.

The trafficker inside the carriage held a small bamboo pole, casually poking at the girls lying haphazardly on the floor. His gaze fell on the depths of the carriage, his brow furrowed.

Perhaps because the filth inside the carriage far exceeded his imagination, he didn’t venture further in.

“Alright, it’s nothing. They’re all dead asleep!”

The trafficker spat and retreated, as if afraid of being soiled by the filth.

“Ha, I told you, they’re just a few little girls. What trouble could they cause?”

“You never know…”

The two continued their chatter, but they no longer paid attention to the situation inside the carriage.

Luo Xue secretly breathed a sigh of relief and sat up slightly, glancing at the little girl she had just leaned on.

This glance startled her. She saw the little girl’s large eyes staring right back at her, a trace of lingering fear in their depths.

Clearly, the trafficker entering the carriage had also frightened her.

“Besides me… someone else is awake!”

Luo Xue’s breathing grew heavier, but the little girl quickly blinked nervously, as if signaling Luo Xue not to make a sound.

The little girl pressed close to Luo Xue and, with difficulty, managed to free a finger from her bound hands, drawing something on Luo Xue’s thigh.

Luo Xue was stunned for a moment but quickly realized she was writing.

In this environment where they couldn’t speak, this was the only way to communicate.

“What’s your name?”

Luo Xue hesitated. She wanted to say her real name, but she vaguely remembered the traffickers calling her Ah Chou while she was unconscious.

Out of concern for her current unknown situation, Luo Xue decided to use a different name for now.

“Ah Chou.”(ugly)

Perhaps surprised by Luo Xue’s name, the little girl paused for a moment before continuing to write,

“Su Yiyao.”

It seemed that Su Yiyao, like the other little girls here, was around ten years old.

She seemed to have woken up before Luo Xue. It was hard to imagine the psychological impact a ten-year-old girl would experience upon waking up to this scene.

Even more unimaginable was that Su Yiyao had endured it.

At least before Luo Xue made a noise, she hadn’t attracted the traffickers’ attention.

Luo Xue felt a pang of pity for this little girl, though her own situation wasn’t much better.

“Can I call you Xiao Yao?”

Luo Xue clumsily drew the unfamiliar characters, her touch brushing against Su Yiyao’s soft yet cold skin. Another sigh escaped her heart.

She remembered someone.

Luo Xue wasn’t the only one left behind in the settlement. There were a few other children who had depended on each other for survival.

But in the nightmarish disasters… many had already perished.

“Yes… Ah Chou.”

Su Yiyao’s fingers trembled slightly. She… was happy.

Waking up alone in this dark, confined carriage, surrounded by peers who looked like corpses, with monstrous traffickers outside…

She didn’t know how long this had been going on. Su Yiyao had almost lost track of time, only loneliness and fear constantly accompanying her.

At this point, Su Yiyao was on the verge of collapse. If Luo Xue hadn’t woken up, she might have chosen to end her own life soon.

The two young girls huddled together in the dim carriage. Su Yiyao, who had been holding on for so long, finally relaxed a little, her eyelids drooping with exhaustion.

She tilted her little head, leaning against Luo Xue’s shoulder. A few faint rays of light filtering through the cracks in the carriage gently sprinkled on her cheeks, her long eyelashes shimmering.

It seemed that Xiao Yao would grow into a very beautiful little person.

“She’s asleep…”

Luo Xue’s lips curled up involuntarily, but thinking of their current situation, the faint smile turned bitter.

Just then, the carriage suddenly stopped, accompanied by the slightly trembling voice of a trafficker,

“Immortal Master?! You… why did you personally come here to receive them?”

Volume 1

Chapter 1: The Beginning of the Dream

The cold wind howled, and heavy snow swirled. A petite girl huddled, shivering in the corner of a wooden hut.

How long… had this been going on?

She couldn’t remember.

“If only the instant noodle soup I used to just dump out could appear here…” Luo Xue couldn’t help but fantasize.

This was a world that had experienced an apocalyptic disaster. Less than a tenth of humanity had survived.

Some humans, relying on the legacy of the past, had built superstructures called “Suspended High Towers,” capable of avoiding and resisting the natural disasters and calamities left by the apocalypse.

However, more humans could only wander in the endless wasteland, still permeated with the aura of destruction.

“Tower People” and “Wastelanders,” both human, yet with vastly different fates.

Luo Xue was one such Wastelander. Since she had memories, she had never seen the splendor of the Suspended High Towers. Everywhere her eyes fell, there was only destruction and disaster.

There were many, many Wastelanders like her. They gathered together, struggling to survive in the endless wasteland.

The Wastelanders built settlements to support each other, relying on each other’s strength to eke out an existence in this world.

But these settlements couldn’t last. Remnants of catastrophic aftershocks frequently appeared in the endless wasteland. The settlements were powerless to resist and could only passively relocate.

Or, due to resource shortages, they couldn’t sustain the survival of the Wastelanders within.

Unfortunately, the settlement where Luo Xue lived encountered the latter situation.

All the able-bodied adults in the settlement chose to leave, leaving behind all remaining resources for those who remained.

“We’ll go find a better place, Little Xue’er. You just wait here, we’ll be back soon.”

Luo Xue still remembered how the uncle who had always taken care of her had patted her shoulder and told her this before leaving.

But…

A very, very long time had passed. So long that the uncle’s face in her memory had become blurred, yet she still hadn’t received any news of their return.

The blizzard that had lasted for many days continued to rage outside the wooden hut. Food reserves were exhausted, and only a little fuel remained in the entire settlement.

Calling it fuel was a stretch; it was just barely flammable firewood.

“So cold… If only there was heating…”

Luo Xue’s lips were already frozen blue-purple. Hunger and cold attacked simultaneously, and her frail body was nearing its limit, unable to hold on any longer.

“Light a few pieces of firewood,” Luo Xue thought. “At least, it can be a little warmer.”

The few remaining pieces of firewood were carefully placed in the middle of the wooden hut, meticulously covered with several layers of coarse burlap.

The burlap had been soaked by the wind and snow, and Luo Xue’s frozen, stiff little hands had difficulty pulling it aside.

It was conceivable that without the burlap covering, even this last bit of firewood would have been ruined.

Luo Xue picked up the smallest piece of firewood, a twig only the thickness of two fingers, and took two goose-egg-sized flint stones. Her trembling little hands struck them together several times before finally producing a few sparks.

The splashing sparks landed on Luo Xue’s arm with a slight burn, but her frozen arm couldn’t feel a trace of warmth.

This remaining firewood seemed to be quite good. With just a few sparks, it began to burn faintly.

At first, there was only a tiny flame, seemingly about to be extinguished the next moment. But as a gentle breeze blew past, the few flames gradually coalesced into a small fire.

Luo Xue hugged her knees, huddled beside this small fire.

The warmth of the flames made her frozen blood begin to flow slowly, and the rare warmth caressed her skin.

She even felt a little hot, wanting to take off her thin clothes to cool down.

The small flames flickered gently, the fire gradually spreading, and all the remaining firewood burned.

The scorching heat from the red flames, now half a person tall, began to melt the surrounding ice.

The petite girl leaned against the blazing fire and slowly closed her eyes, about to fall asleep forever.

In a daze, Luo Xue seemed to see a closed door, standing quietly in front of her, as if waiting for her to push it open.

“Is this a dream? Or… the gates of heaven?”

She had a premonition that if she stepped through this door, she would be lost forever.

But now…

“It seems… it doesn’t matter anymore.”

As the thought of pushing the door surfaced in Luo Xue’s mind, the closed door suddenly creaked open.

Blinding white light radiated out, enveloping Luo Xue’s entire body.

…

“Her name is… Luo Xue? Tsk, such a filthy, ugly thing doesn’t deserve such a name. Change it to Ah Chou (Ugly)!”

“How can such trash be sent here? What if this angers the Immortal Master?”

“There’s no helping it. Girls born in the yin year, yin month, yin day, and yin hour are hard to find, especially those under ten. Anyway, this is the last batch, so let’s make do.”

“But why does the Immortal Master need so many yin girls? Could it be…”

“Shh! Be careful what you say! The Immortal Master has great powers and is always watching us!”

“Understood, understood…”

Luo Xue slowly opened her eyes. Noisy voices seemed to be constantly ringing in her ears, but her head felt like it was splitting open with pain.

What was going on?

Luo Xue looked blankly at the unfamiliar surroundings. She seemed to be inside a carriage, her hands and feet bound.

The bumpy carriage was filled with the stench of some kind of excrement. Looking around, Luo Xue saw many girls about her age lying haphazardly.

The conversation she had just heard seemed to have faded from her memory, but Luo Xue could still vaguely recall a little. It sounded like she had been trafficked.

Wait… trafficked?

Did Wastelanders even have value to be trafficked?

As Luo Xue gradually regained consciousness, she became aware of more anomalies.

The calamities in the endless wasteland rarely ceased, usually only extreme heat or cold.

But now the surrounding temperature was clearly quite stable and mild. This was clearly a different place.

There was something even stranger. The snippets of conversation she had just heard were in a language Luo Xue had never heard before, yet she could somehow understand their meaning.

Luo Xue struggled to sit up, shuffling her feet and leaning against the wall of the carriage.

It wasn’t easy to make such movements with her limbs bound.

After calming down a little, Luo Xue’s expression revealed a hint of confusion.

“This seems like a dream…”

She recalled the door she had seen in her hazy consciousness. Was this the world behind the door?

However, the soreness and numbness in her arms felt incredibly real. Could this really be a dream?

Could it be… another transmigration?

Just then, Luo Xue noticed a line of bright red text appear in her field of vision.

[Survival Points: 10]

What… did this mean?

A puzzled thought flashed through Luo Xue’s mind, and the red text began to change, transforming into several lines of small text like instructions.

[Dream Life: Immortal Martial World]
[Survival points will increase after experiencing dangerous events. The higher the degree of danger, the greater the number of survival points gained.]
[“May you remain conscious even within the dream.”]

…It really was a dream?

Luo Xue was dumbfounded. But could a dream really reach such a level of realism?

Just then, several voices came from outside the carriage, identical to the voices Luo Xue had heard in her daze.

“There seems to be some movement in the carriage? Could it be… someone’s awake?”

“Impossible. Those little brats, I gave them a full dose of Soul-Bewildering Powder. They wouldn’t wake up even if you poured boiling water on them!”

“It’s better to be careful. If something goes wrong… No, I have to go take a look.”

“Ha, go ahead if you want. They’ve been unconscious for days. Haven’t even dealt with their piss and shit. It stinks to death in there.”

The voice fell, and footsteps followed.