Chapter 127: Reality Is Sometimes More Absurd Than Dreams, for Reality

Su Mengyao didn’t know how long she had slept; when she finally blinked open her eyes, the first thing she saw was a crystal chandelier, and she was lying on a soft leather sofa, covered by a thin blanket.

“Young Lady Su, you’re awake?”

Lin Miao, seeing Su Mengyao open her eyes, spoke first, then walked over from the kitchen carrying a cup of steaming honey water.

Su Mengyao pushed herself up, rubbing her temples.

“Did I fall asleep?”

She looked around; Ye Xuan’s villa living room was unnaturally quiet—had he left?

But if Ye Xuan wasn’t here, why was Lin Miao?

Su Mengyao shook her head, dismissing it, and took the honey water from Lin Miao with a bitter smile:

“I just had the strangest dream—I dreamed Ye Xuan not only made the Changhong Sword recognize him as its master, but also obtained the Zhanlong Sword from the Zhu Xian world, the Insect Device from Kamen Rider Kiva, and worst of all, the Qilin from the Hongmao Lan Tu world.”

“What a ridiculous dream—I don’t even know how I dreamed that.”

“Even if Ye Xuan has acquired many celestial treasures, this dream is absurd.”

“Fine, the Changhong Sword recognizing him as its master—that’s plausible enough; in the dream, it made sense—he’s the master of the Yanlong Armor, so the Changhong Sword recognizing him was natural.”

“But the Zhanlong Sword from the Zhu Xian world? The Insect Device from Kiva? And the Qilin from Hongmao Lan Tu?”

“Ye Xuan is just one man—how could he possibly possess so many celestial treasures?”

Lin Miao listened to Su Mengyao’s complaints, her expression turning strange:

“Um… Young Lady Su…”

“Ugh~”

A soft whimper came from behind the sofa.

Su Mengyao turned stiffly—and met a pair of wet, wide eyes. A small Qilin with twin horns on its head tilted its head at her, a half-eaten cucumber dangling from its mouth.

Su Mengyao: “…”

She silently set down the honey water, gently lay back on the sofa, and pulled the blanket over her head.

“I’m not awake yet.”

A muffled voice came from under the blanket.

“I must still be dreaming.”

More absurd than having an absurd dream was realizing this wasn’t a dream—it was real!

Su Mengyao yanked the blanket off, startling the Qilin, which dropped its cucumber; she stared fixedly at Lin Miao, her voice grave:

“Do you know Ye Xuan has the Zhanlong Sword, the Insect Device, and this little Qilin?”

Lin Miao, startled by Su Mengyao’s sudden intensity, instinctively sat up straight.

“I knew about the Zhanlong Sword and the Insect Device, but I only saw the Qilin today.”

She glanced secretly at the Qilin, now picking up the cucumber from the floor and shoving it back into its mouth, then added:

“Brother Ye said this little thing showed up on its own last night—insatiable eater. I just made enough food for three people, and it’s still snacking on cucumbers.”

Su Mengyao’s temples throbbed; suddenly she remembered something and reached for her space ring—the Mammoth Fruit was still safely inside.

“So… why didn’t you ever tell me about any of this?”

She took a deep breath, sounding weary.

“Should I have told you?”

“I thought you already knew.”

Lin Miao spoke, genuinely puzzled—she truly believed Su Mengyao was aware.

Because Ye Xuan never hid any of these things, and Su Mengyao came every month to deliver spiritual energy potions and other cultivation resources—so Lin Miao assumed she knew.

“…”

Should I have known?

Su Mengyao collapsed back onto the sofa, pulling the blanket over her head, eyes vacant.

So Ye Xuan never concealed anything—she just never asked, never thought to look?

“Ding-ding-ding”

At that moment, Su Mengyao’s phone rang; mechanically, she pulled it out, didn’t even glance at the screen, and pressed answer.

“Hello?”

“Did you complete the Mammoth Fruit transaction? The director of the Jiangcheng Tian Shu Bureau sent you twenty messages and called thirteen times! He suspects you fled with the fruit—do you know that?!”

Wang Shouguo’s voice came through the line; from tone alone, his mood was clear.

Not just the Jiangcheng Tian Shu Bureau director—even he’d sent so many messages, and Su Mengyao hadn’t replied to a single one.

If Tian Shu Bureau personnel hadn’t contacted her driver and confirmed she was still at Ye Xuan’s villa, he’d have thought she got hit by a car on the way back.

Su Mengyao jolted—only now noticing the time on her phone: 3:27 PM; she’d arrived at Ye Xuan’s at eight in the morning—meaning

But it didn’t matter.

“I know. I’ll contact him right away.”

“You have no idea what I just saw—if you knew—”

Su Mengyao sighed, and Wang Shouguo on the other end was instantly hooked:

“Saw what? Tell me clearly—”

“Dial tone—”

Su Mengyao hung up decisively, tossing the phone onto the sofa; she could picture Wang Shouguo clenching his fists, wanting to punch her—but she simply had no energy to explain.

Should she say she’d fainted from shock at Ye Xuan’s pile of celestial treasures and slept for nearly seven hours?

“Young Lady Su…”

Lin Miao stared at her, hesitant to speak.

She knew Su Mengyao didn’t seem well—but speaking to the director of the Imperial Capital Tian Shu Bureau like that… was it really okay?

“It’s fine.”

“If I told him any single thing I saw today, he wouldn’t be angry—he’d praise me for coming here, for staying so long.”

Su Mengyao waved her hand.

Changhong Sword recognized as master, confirmed to contain the Seven Swords’ legacy; Zhu Xian world’s Zhanlong Sword; Kamen Rider Kiva’s Insect Device; Hongmao Lan Tu world’s Qilin.

Any one of those facts told to Wang Shouguo would make him rejoice—not scold her—but commend her for visiting Ye Xuan, for staying so long.

He’d never imagine Ye Xuan never hid any of this—he’d assume she’d painstakingly extracted the information from him.

The Qilin, curious, ambled over, snatched her phone, and tried to run off; Lin Miao snatched it back in time, tapped its head, and handed it her own phone instead.

“You’ve already watched for an hour—only one more hour allowed.”

“Otherwise it’ll hurt your eyes.”

“If you don’t listen, I’ll tell Ye Xuan when he gets back.”

“Understood?”

Lin Miao tapped the Qilin’s head with her finger.

“Wu-wu-wu~”

The Qilin grumbled at first, but when Lin Miao mentioned telling Ye Xuan, it nuzzled up to her hand, begging her not to say anything about the phone.

“…”

Humans get eye strain from too much phone use—do Qilin too?

But why is this Qilin so special to Ye Xuan?

Because of the Changhong Sword?

Or because you’re fire-aligned too, so you’re suppressed by the Yanlong Armor?

(End of Chapter)