I, the transmigrated villain, please wait, gentle master.

Chapter 197 The Truth Will Be Revealed Again (6)

Li Tingyun used his mental power in a disguised way to invade Mei Shiyu's dream, which unexpectedly affected his consciousness. The dream scene changed again and again, becoming upside down and chaotic.

One moment Mei Shiyu was luring Yuanbao to the edge of the cliff with murderous intent, and the next he was being tied up and thrown into the courtyard to be soaked in the rain and forced to kneel.

A little while later, Ren Pingsheng was alarmed and came out of seclusion ahead of time. He picked and chose from a pile of jade materials and barely managed to select a few usable pieces. He then asked Yun Songxuan to operate on him to remove bones and replace his spine.

In the same dream, the two people's different perspectives and memories intertwine and complement each other, presenting a strange effect and fully restoring the truth of what happened back then.

Li Tingyun knew that Ren Pingsheng possessed a Kunwu sword. Later, this sword was fused together with the Qingshuang sword, and Qingshuang had already recognized its master, so there was no need to worry about it falling into the hands of others.

But it was only then that he learned that Ren Pingsheng's eldest disciple had once "accidentally" injured Mei Shiyu with this Kunwu jade-cutting knife!

Yuanbao had been in the Bodhi Precepts for a full two hundred years, but he knew nothing about this matter because Mei Shiyu had never mentioned it to him.

From another perspective, Mei Shiyu also found answers to some of his misunderstandings. It turns out that his senior brother had disguised himself as him and tricked Yuanbao behind his back. This was what his senior brother called "punishment".

Yuanbao never mentioned this matter to him.

Because it is not necessary.

The moment he was murdered and fell off the cliff, he realized that the person who harmed him was definitely not Mei Shiyu. He had been blind and had mistaken the person for someone else! He deserved to die, he deserved to die.

He's so stupid, utterly foolish.

Li Tingyun felt it was unnecessary, but Mei Shiyu was feeling extremely uncomfortable.

In my dream, I couldn't distinguish between illusion and reality. When I saw Yuanbao being pushed off a cliff by "myself," my heart was in turmoil: If this is real, why didn't Yuanbao tell me? Why didn't he come and ask me? And why did he trust me as always?

In his eyes, it was clearly "I" who killed him, yet he acted like a heartless little dog, forgetting everything in the blink of an eye. For two hundred years in the Bodhi Precepts, he was so clingy, so affectionate, without the slightest suspicion towards me. He was happy to see me come and sad to see me leave, throwing tantrums and acting mischievously…

Mei Shiyu's emotions fluctuated wildly in her dream, and she got stuck in a rut, unable to get out. She didn't know what was bothering her, but she couldn't control her emotions and the more she thought about it, the deeper she went.

Even though it's been so long since Yuanbao's incident, he still occasionally dreams of the early years. He can't even achieve the most basic "peace of mind and tranquility." His cultivation of the ruthless path has reached a point where he is showing signs of complete failure and there is no way to reverse the situation.

Li Tingyun exited his dream and looked up at the sky.

Night fell quietly, and tiny ice crystals still drifted in the misty sky, while the Snow-Avoiding Spirit Barrier emitted a faint glow that appeared and disappeared.

Looking down, I saw Mei Shiyu's brows furrowed, as if she were trapped in a nightmare.

Li Tingyun felt complicated. She couldn't help but lean close to his trembling body and stroke his spine inch by inch, not daring to use any force, just supporting him lightly. At the same time, she pressed her forehead against his and once again entered his dream.

Inside the Bodhi Ring was a small zombie covered in green hair. Its body was more rotten every day than the day before. It was dirty, smelly, and pitiful... The key point was that it was dirty and smelly. Even Li Tingyun himself couldn't stand looking at it. He really didn't know how Mei Shiyu had managed not to throw it out and bury it back then.

Yun Songxuan found Yuanbao at the foot of the mountain. The corpse had already "moldied" and mutated. He thought Mei Shiyu would hesitate.

Hesitant about what method to use to completely eradicate this evil spirit.

Unexpectedly, Mei Shiyu did not hesitate for a moment, putting the little zombie into the Bodhi Ring and sealing the Blood Spirit in the sword.

This is a deception.

Yun Songxuan couldn't understand.

He looked at Mei Shiyu as if he were looking at a thief. He was dumbfounded to see a decent person engaging in petty theft. But he had no choice. He was a righteous person, and Mei Shiyu was his best friend. After thinking it over, he could only jump on the thief's ship and help cover up the stolen goods.

He also noticed with his sharp eyes that a dead golden silkworm gu was hidden on Yuanbao's body—

Yun Songxuan was quite puzzled. This thing was the masterpiece of his cousin Yun Songhe, but due to some "uncontrollable" factors, it had never been used by anyone.

I wonder where this child came from?

Given that Mei Shiyu begged him to keep the secret, even though he had doubts, he could only keep quiet and not utter a single word.

They also tried every means to purify the Golden Silkworm Gu, turning it into a spiritual medicine, and the silk it produced could be made into pieces of snow silk.

Yun Songxuan and Yun Songhe, one a doctor and the other a poison master, are natural rivals who are both experts in medicine and poison production. They are always one step ahead of the other. Yun Songhe sells countless deadly poisons that harm people, most of which have corresponding antidotes, all of which were made by Yun Songxuan.

Yun Songxuan was originally a benevolent and righteous man who provided the antidote to innocent fellow cultivators in the martial arts world without compensation. However, Yun Songhe used the name of the sect leader to suppress him, forcing him to hand over all the prescriptions to the sect. He also stipulated that all poisons, pills, and elixirs made by Yunlan sect members must be clearly priced and that free use is prohibited!

Good things should be brought to the forefront and sold openly.

Want it? Then pay for it.

Now that's great! The poison originated from their house, and the medicine was also produced by them. The Yunlan Sect is not worried about anyone getting poisoned, nor about anyone not buying the medicine—a perfect closed loop.

The seller made money from both sides, while the buyer bore the pain of poisoning and the cost of money. That's top-notch business acumen.

Aside from being immoral, he has no other faults.

Yun Songxuan, under immense pressure, spent several years secretly preparing the Golden Silkworm Gu. Under the cover of darkness, he secretly met with Mei Shiyu in the grove and stealthily slipped the item to him...

Mei Shiyu looked at him as if he were a notorious womanizer, a seasoned thief. It was the skill he had honed through countless late-night rendezvous with his wife that made him the epitome of thievery. Mei Shiyu admitted his inferiority.

Bandaging the wound with silk cloth was naturally very effective, but Yuanbao would never allow Mei Shiyu to come near him. He would silently hide in a corner and subject himself to slow slicing. Only when he was in so much pain that he fainted would Mei Shiyu have a chance to touch him.

There wasn't a single good piece of flesh left on his body. No amount of magic pills or medicine could help. The only hope was that he could slowly shave himself clean, leaving only a bare skeleton, so that he could be wrapped up with layers of white silk and have flesh grow back.

As Buhuagu grew, he became increasingly thirsty for blood and resented Mei Shiyu for confining him to a virtual world where he could not even see a living person. So Mei Shiyu would cut his palm to come see him and leave him a bowl of fresh human blood.

Later on, it wasn't so complicated. I would just pull open my collar, bring it to his mouth, and let him bite and suck.

He can do whatever he wants, but he's not allowed to go out and harm people.

The process of growing from an uncorrupted bone into a drought demon is extremely difficult. It's unknown how much blood it takes to complete the transformation. In any case, even if Yuanbao squeezed every last drop out of Mei Shiyu, it would still be far from enough.

It doesn't dissolve bones and sucks people's blood. It can drain a person dry in one go. It can barely be considered a full meal after draining a person dry. It's the time when a person is "growing up", so of course they need to have a full meal every time.

But Yuanbao went hungry for three days and ate nine meals.

I was absolutely starving.

Every time Mei Shiyu came to see him, he wanted nothing more than to pin her against the wall and devour her alive. But each time, he restrained himself, taking only a bite and sucking a little bit. When Mei Shiyu felt uncomfortable, he would kick him, and he would stop. Then he would have to wait another ten days or half a month before he could have his next meal.

In this way, let alone physical growth, it would be a miracle if he could even maintain his mental clarity.

Sparrow food is awesome.

Sigh, let's not talk about these things anymore, none of them are important.

Yuanbao preferred to stay by Mei Shiyu's side. Even though Mei Shiyu couldn't visit him often, he waited every day and was happy to wait. He waited for a hundred years, two hundred years, but Mei Shiyu couldn't wait any longer and insisted on driving him away.

The last scene Li Tingyun saw in Mei Shiyu's dream was Buhua Gu lowering his head and burying his face in the crook of Mei Shiyu's neck. He wanted to kiss Mei Shiyu's neck, but Mei Shiyu mistakenly thought he wanted to suck his blood. He was conflicted and helpless, and let out a sigh.

Yuanbao compromised, and the Undying Bone and the Sword Spirit disappeared one after another, ending Mei Shiyu's memories of him.

It's time to wake up from this dream.

Li Tingyun didn't dare linger in his dream and quickly withdrew, fearing that she might accidentally expose her identity.

Mei Shiyu rested his head on his shoulder, showing no signs of waking up, his eyelashes slightly damp—the more distressed he was, the more mixed feelings Li Tingyun felt, unable to discern exactly what he was feeling.

If Mei Shiyu knew the truth, would he still be so conflicted and heartbroken? He would probably regret it to death, regretting that he didn't destroy that little green-haired zombie!

In the crystal world of Bodhi Precepts, Mei Shiyu is both a teacher and a friend to Yuanbao. Zombies are inherently evil, yet Mei Shiyu is willing to put in the effort to teach Yuanbao, instructing him in cultivation methods and Taoist principles. He also teaches him to be virtuous and avoid evil, fulfilling the duties of a teacher despite not being his formal teacher.

But all this earnest advice ultimately proved utterly useless.

Later, in the Taiji Hall, Buhua Gu and Jian Ling simply immersed themselves in places like the Blood Swamp, recuperating completely without any psychological burden, "pickled" themselves like pickled cabbage.

Li Tingyun has an endless supply of people to kill, so why would they worry about not having enough to eat? They'd probably just overeat! He's sucked the blood of countless people, and in just a few years, his bones and blood have completely fused together, bringing the dead back to life and healing flesh and bones.

Thus, the drought demon came into being.

Doing good deeds is like the grass in a spring garden; you cannot see it growing, but it increases every day.

Evil deeds are like a whetstone; they are not worn away unseen, but they diminish daily.

Mei Shiyu often said these two phrases.

In the past, Yuanbao might have been able to listen to it.

Now, Li Tingyun has completely lost the ability to learn it.

For 130 years in hell, he experienced not a heavy snowfall or a storm, but an endless blizzard that raged through an entire winter. He didn't even know where he was buried, or whether he was alive or dead. What's the point of talking to him about "spring garden grass"? Forget it, he's forgotten what spring looks like!

However, even though Li Tingyun regained his physical body and his soul merged with it, he did not completely eradicate any trace of the drought demon's intelligence.

Yuanbao, who had been "disciplined" by Mei Shiyu, was probably the only remaining goodness in his heart.

Occasionally, on a whim, he would do a few incredible good deeds.

Don't be too surprised; it's just that sliver of intelligence and that bit of kindness at work.

The ice and snow that had been pressing down on him never melted. He only unexpectedly discovered a red plum blossom that defied the cold and frost, blooming in the ice and snow, and also on him, allowing him to glimpse a long-lost touch of spring.

In dreams, one is unaware of the lateness of the night; upon waking, one realizes that spring has come too late.

The early spring snow came gently and briefly, only lasting for about half an hour in the evening before stopping after nightfall.

A thin layer of frost covered the treetops. Under the fallen petals, a person, seemingly drunk and oblivious, lay among the flowers, leaning against another person. The other person picked up the hand that had fallen to the side and took it into their palm. Their fingers intertwined, their foreheads touching, their ears rubbing together, their breaths almost mingling.

It's truly a beautiful and enchanting scene; who wouldn't exclaim "A match made in heaven!" upon seeing it?

If only that were true.

Li Tingyun thought idly: If that's really the case, what more could one ask for?

Within the spiritual barrier, he knelt on one knee, embraced Mei Shiyu's waist, and gently rubbed his forehead.

Release your spiritual power to soothe his mind, gradually calm his disappointment and sadness, and pull him out of the nightmare.