Thinking of Guhong Fairy, this Aunt Luo, gave Xia Changsheng another headache. Because for the past few nights, as soon as he fell asleep, he had all sorts of bizarre nightmares and erotic dreams that left him mentally exhausted. That was why last night he had unusually kept Liu Qingyue with him in the courtyard to sit and discuss the Dao for the entire night, until both of them were utterly exhausted and the sky was already growing pale.
Strictly speaking, cultivators did not actually need to rest every night; the higher their cultivation level, the more this held true. Many ascetic practitioners spent every night in meditation, absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, unwilling to waste too much time on sleep. Of course, there were plenty of exceptions. He and his beloved wives and concubines were like this; every time they finished dual cultivation, they would fall asleep tightly embracing each other.
Having managed to skip sleep last night, the only advantage naturally was that, free from the disturbance of nightmares and erotic dreams, he could finally let out a slight breath of relief. However, when he saw Guhong Fairy this morning, her icy glare—which looked capable of killing him—still made him shudder with cold fear.
Chapter 41