Long Aotian’s Beautiful Butler Has Run Away chapter 134

Chapter 134: Dreaming of the Heavenly Demon

“I did it for myself.”

When these words were spoken, it was like a heavy iron hammer striking an anvil—with a buzz, the reverberation caused a brief blankness in Shen Bingsi’s consciousness.

In dreams, Rong Xie found it easier to speak the truth. There were pleasant truths and unpleasant truths. If pleasant truths were delightful like honey, then unpleasant truths were like an abyss—dooming one to eternal damnation.

The two were not equal at all. Shen Bingsi had just realized this, but it was already too late.

He swayed slightly, the tremor in his Sea of Consciousness making him unsteady. He heard himself ask, “What do you mean, for yourself?”

Rong Xie didn’t answer him because he had already turned and walked away. The surrounding environment rapidly collapsed and reassembled, transforming into another scene.

The main peak of the Spirit Mirror Sect, the Immortal Worship Terrace.

Vast clouds swirled around the peak. Under the moonlight, the Immortal Worship Terrace looked as if it were built of silver, glistening brightly. A robustly built old Daoist sat in the center of the terrace in the lotus position, facing the sky. Four elders sat in the four cardinal directions around him.

The Lotus Demon-Expelling Array!

Shen Bingsi’s pupils dilated, and he looked at the Immortal Worship Terrace in disbelief. This array consumed an immense amount of spiritual power and required the combined efforts of the Sect Leader and the elders. It would only be activated to counter a great calamity threatening the future of the Spirit Mirror Sect… Shen Bingsi had only seen a brief introduction to it in the sect’s scriptures. When he saw it, he had even made a fuss discussing it with Rong Xie. Of course, with their limited abilities, they didn’t reach any profound conclusions, but it left a deep impression on Shen Bingsi, enough for him to recognize it at a glance now.

What kind of sect-threatening calamity had the Spirit Mirror Sect encountered? The Sheng Xie Sword unsheathed with a clang, slithering around Shen Bingsi like a small golden snake.

Wait.

Shen Bingsi suddenly realized this wasn’t happening in reality; it was in Rong Xie’s dream.

Shen Bingsi breathed a slight sigh of relief, his back relaxing a bit.

Then, he began to wonder: why would Rong Xie have this kind of dream? A cultivator’s dreams were different from a mortal’s; they usually held significance. Why would Rong Xie have thoughts about the Spirit Mirror Sect facing a future calamity?

Thinking this, Shen Bingsi began looking around for Rong Xie. Surprisingly, Rong Xie was not nearby.

Shen Bingsi flew around the main peak. After circling halfway, he still saw no sign of Rong Xie.

Suddenly, the moonlight was blocked by something, and the Immortal Worship Terrace turned an ominous crimson!

The moment Shen Bingsi looked up, he saw a blood-red moon creating a strange effect with the surrounding clouds, resembling a giant bloody eye staring eerily at the Immortal Worship Terrace.

“What… is that?”

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The scene before him was so shocking that Shen Bingsi momentarily forgot this was Rong Xie’s dream. He instinctively gripped the Sheng Xie Sword.

Buzz—

The Sheng Xie Sword vibrated violently, almost flying out of his hand.

Shen Bingsi hadn’t encountered such intense demonic resonance in a long time. His feelings were complicated. On one hand, the crisis before him made him instinctively tense, wanting to fight. On the other hand, he knew clearly this was a scene from Rong Xie’s dream, “imagined” by Rong Xie. For Rong Xie to conceive such a realistic scene of a demon descending—whether due to a vivid imagination or inspiration from seeing something similar elsewhere—this scene was simply too realistic.

Shen Bingsi gripped the Sheng Xie Sword tightly, staring warily at the blood moon in the sky. Suddenly, the blood moon moved. It was as if a blood-red membrane swept across the moon’s surface, or perhaps a giant bone wing was covering the sky and obscuring the moon.

The next moment, a massive dark red shadow descended from the sky, shattering the Spirit Mirror Sect’s mountain-protecting array with a boom. Countless fragments, condensed from the painstaking effort and spiritual power of the Spirit Mirror Sect’s ancestors, drifted down like spectacular snow.

Shen Bingsi had no power to parry. He could only watch helplessly as the dark red shadow covered the Immortal Worship Terrace like a disgusting, living membrane, trapping Old Sect Leader Xue and the four elders underneath.

“Monster, stop your rampage!” Shen Bingsi let out a long roar. Man and sword united into one, transforming into a streak of golden light that slashed straight at the dark red membrane.

Boom—

Shen Bingsi felt he had struck something slimy and hot. The thing seemed to have a consciousness of its own; as he struck, it dodged to the sides, then squirmed upward to wrap around his sword, trapping him so he could neither advance nor retreat.

In all his years of slaying demons, Shen Bingsi had never felt this way. He didn’t know what his opponent was or how deep its power ran. He had zero chance of winning this contest.

Whoosh whoosh! The dark red membrane lunged at him, surrounding him completely. Shen Bingsi barely managed to prop open a space with his protective spiritual power, preventing the membrane from sticking directly to his body.

Crack, crack crack! Tiny fracturing sounds came from all directions. The barrier was shattering. Under the membrane’s strangulation, Shen Bingsi’s protective spiritual power couldn’t even last a moment!

This sense of powerlessness was unprecedented, but Shen Bingsi still didn’t give up. He summoned the Sheng Xie Sword to slash and stab repeatedly, trying to cut an opening in the membrane. The rapidly attacking Sheng Xie Sword gradually turned into a golden blur.

Just then, a beam of azure light shot into the sky.

The membrane contracted violently, retreating rapidly from Shen Bingsi and falling weakly into the deep valleys surrounding the main peak.

“Sect Leader!” “Sect Leader, we succeeded!”

On the Immortal Worship Terrace, the four elders opened their eyes one after another, joy on their faces, looking toward Spirit Mirror Sect Leader Xue Baoshan sitting in the center.

Xue Baoshan’s face was pale; clearly, the Lotus Demon-Expelling Array had consumed much of his spiritual power. However, the effect was excellent, dispelling the great demon descending from the sky in one fell swoop. The joy of defeating the great demon lifted his spirits. “Being able to defeat the World-Destroying Heavenly Demon is all thanks to the elders’ efforts. I—”

Before Xue Baoshan could finish speaking, a golden light suddenly illuminated his vision. A familiar voice came from the golden light, causing him to look up.

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“Careful!” Shen Bingsi shouted furiously.

Reflected in Shen Bingsi’s eyes were the blood-red Immortal Worship Terrace, the five people sitting on it, and a swarm of dark red bats that had appeared around the mountain peak unnoticed.

The bat swarm rushed toward the Immortal Worship Terrace with a crash, swallowing the five people in an instant.

“Stop—” Shen Bingsi united with his sword again, turning into a streak of golden light and charging into the blood-red bat swarm.

Darkness fell around him, and the scene shifted again.

This time, the Spirit Mirror Sect was draped in black banners.

On the main peak of the Spirit Mirror Sect, the lintel of the Meeting Hall was covered in black gauze, and the plaque had been replaced with a large character: “Mourning.”

In the sky directly above the main peak, a place every Spirit Mirror Sect disciple could see when looking up, the mountain-protecting array had a gaping hole. Black qi swirled around the hole. The originally natural and harmonious distant view was suddenly cast with a layer of shadow and cracks. Everyone could feel that oppression and helplessness.

“Old Sect Leader Xue has fallen.”

“The World-Destroying Heavenly Demon destroyed the Spirit Mirror Sect’s mountain-protecting array. Old Sect Leader Xue and the elders failed to defend against it.”

“The Spirit Mirror Sect has fallen too. Now, the only hope is the Mirror Palace…”

Chaotic voices constantly brushed past Shen Bingsi’s ears. He felt himself speeding through the mourning crowd, flying alone toward the Huanxue Valley.

Rong Xie. He had to find Rong Xie immediately!

End this dream and return to reality quickly!

Shen Bingsi crashed heavily at the entrance of Huanxue Villa like a fiery rock launched from a siege engine, smashing a large crater into the ground before the gate.

He didn’t stop but strode quickly into Huanxue Villa.

“Rong Xie!” Shen Bingsi called urgently. “Rong Xie, come out!”

No one answered him.

A strange feeling suddenly rose in Shen Bingsi’s heart. Hadn’t Rong Xie already moved out of Huanxue Villa? Why was he still coming to the villa to find him? He should have gone to Lanyuan.

However, in the next moment, a familiar figure appeared at the inner gate.

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Rong Xie’s face was pale as snow, his eyes full of panic. Only upon seeing Shen Bingsi walking over did he breathe a sigh of relief and walk quickly out from the inner gate.

Rong Xie threw himself at Shen Bingsi, hugging his arm with both hands. His jet-black hair fluttered in the air, and a familiar fragrance filled Shen Bingsi’s nose again, calming his mind.

Shen Bingsi wrapped one arm around Rong Xie, pulling him into his embrace, his chin resting tightly against the top of Rong Xie’s head.

The two hugged tightly in the courtyard for a while before parting reluctantly.

“Bingsi… thank goodness you’re alright.” Rong Xie pulled at Shen Bingsi’s sleeves, checking him up and down before relaxing. But the panic on his face didn’t diminish. “I heard… heard that Old Sect Leader Xue has fallen, and it was that World-Destroying Heavenly Demon again. Is this true?”

Such big news could be heard even by Rong Xie in a remote place like Huanxue Villa. Besides, one look up revealed the shattered mountain-protecting array in the sky. Even a recluse would know the Spirit Mirror Sect had met with a great calamity.

Shen Bingsi lowered his head, gazing at Rong Xie’s expression. As the dream progressed to this point, he began to worry about Rong Xie’s mental state. Rong Xie’s fear was so deep that he hallucinated such a terrifying “World-Destroying Heavenly Demon” in his dream. Shen Bingsi didn’t know what kind of pressure in reality had caused Rong Xie to create such a dream…

He only knew that if he let this dream continue, Rong Xie might suffer mental trauma, or worse—in a place he couldn’t protect, the World-Destroying Heavenly Demon might swallow Rong Xie just as it had swallowed Sect Leader Xue… The consequences were unthinkable.

When that bizarre and terrifying scene occurred on the Immortal Worship Terrace, Shen Bingsi had thought this: he must find Rong Xie immediately and tell him:

“This is all fake. You are dreaming!”

“If only Lu Yingqi hadn’t died. It’s all my fault…”

The two spoke almost simultaneously, but their words were completely unrelated, stunning each other into silence.

“What… dreaming?” Rong Xie looked at Shen Bingsi blankly.

Shen Bingsi opened his mouth, intending to wake Rong Xie, but hesitated again.

“What does this have to do with Lu Yingqi?” The words changed as they left his mouth. “You don’t think that if Lu Yingqi were still here, he could get rid of that… World-Destroying Heavenly Demon, do you?”

“He could,” Rong Xie said firmly.

“…”

Shen Bingsi released Rong Xie and took a step back.

“Why do you think he could?” Shen Bingsi’s voice carried a hint of sourness. “Just because he lost to me? Oh, and was beaten to death by me. Even I don’t have the confidence to defeat that World-Destroying Heavenly Demon in a head-on confrontation. Why do you think Lu Yingqi could?”

Rong Xie looked troubled. “This… is hard to explain to you. Just treat it as a premonition.”

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Shen Bingsi found it hard to accept such a premonition.

“By the way, last time you said you paid so much attention to Lu Yingqi for your own sake,” Shen Bingsi suddenly thought of something, his gaze fixing on Rong Xie. “What did that mean? Did you foresee long ago that he could defeat the World-Destroying Heavenly Demon and save the world?”