CHAPTER 547: CHAPTER 547: DOES THIS COUNT AS CROSSING THE LINE?

When Fang Zhou graduated from college, not only did he have to face the harsh attack of society, but also the cruel reality of his father’s passing after years of hard work and eventually falling ill.

Fang Zhou thought his mind had been tempered enough to be resilient, but still couldn’t help cursing, "CNMD."

Looking back on his ordinary and miserable past life, he still found it hard to remain calm.

What followed was just the ordinary story of a college student becoming a corporate slave, trying hard to accept the blows of society.

He had done all sorts of jobs but ultimately achieved nothing. At nearly thirty-five, he left the company from which he had just been laid off, wandering aimlessly on the streets late at night.

Until a roaring sports car sped towards him, sending Fang Zhou flying.

The Fang Zhou who silently watched his entire life unfold got jolted back to consciousness after the hit.

"Huh!"

Fang Zhou awoke from his coma, sat up with a start, and found himself drenched in sweat, panting heavily.

He had detached himself from the influence of the Moon in Water illusion, feeling deeply fearful of that eerie state. The excessively rational and apathetic person seemed not to be himself.

Upon revisiting the memories of his past life, it also seemed strange, making Fang Zhou think it was a life-flash moment before death.

He surveyed his surroundings, which resembled an underground cave; however, both the ground and walls bore signs of artificial carving.

Ming Aoshuang lay across from him, unconscious, drenched in sweat.

Fang Zhou carefully walked over and found that most of Ming Aoshuang’s hair was deep blue, with a small portion turning black.

"Hey, are you okay?"

Fang Zhou asked, then reached out and slapped Ming Aoshuang on the face.

"Smack!"

As soon as he made contact with Ming Aoshuang’s body, Fang Zhou felt his consciousness instantly sucked in.

"Again? No way!!"

Fang Zhou’s consciousness was absorbed into Ming Aoshuang’s body in an instant. Losing control, his body went limp and collapsed onto Ming Aoshuang.

"Ahhhhh!"

Fang Zhou screamed, feeling as if he was being stuffed into a spin cycle of a washing machine, spinning rapidly, bringing dizziness and nausea.

He didn’t know how much time had passed until Fang Zhou, dizzy and disoriented, finally fell out of the washing machine, landing on a soft yet icy ground.

It’s snow!

Fang Zhou lifted his head from the snow and discovered himself in a pitch-black space, with nothing around but thick snow on the ground.

He tried summoning the Xuanyuan Sword or a substitute, but there was no response, and his body contained nothing, not even True Qi.

Only the system remained, though it was of no use now.

"Is anybody there?"

Fang Zhou shouted into the void, his voice echoing far away, but there was no response, leaving the space immeasurable.

Fang Zhou had no choice but to pick a random direction to walk, while pondering where he now might be.

It was after he touched Ming Aoshuang’s body that his consciousness was absorbed; could this place be inside Ming Aoshuang?

Without evidence, Fang Zhou dared not make a hasty judgment.

After walking for an unknown length of time, some ice sculptures suddenly appeared ahead.

These ice sculptures depicted vibrant young women, their expressions varied, seemingly masterpieces crafted with lifelike precision.

Fang Zhou observed with considerable surprise, continued forward, and soon saw an unexpected person.

Amidst the ice sculptures, Ming Aoshuang stood in the snow, looking up at the sky with a dazed expression.

Upon hearing footsteps, Ming Aoshuang snapped back to reality and looked towards Fang Zhou, instantly displaying a shocked expression.

The two of them stared at each other for a while until Ming Aoshuang exclaimed in astonishment, "How did you get here?"

Fang Zhou curiously responded, "Aren’t you here as well? Why ask me?"

Ming Aoshuang, somewhat annoyed, retorted, "This is my Divine Soul Realm, of course, I’m here. How did you get in, you punk?"

"So it’s your Divine Soul Realm."

Fang Zhou suddenly realized his earlier guess was correct, indeed having been drawn into Ming Aoshuang’s body.

The Divine Soul Realm is equivalent to a spiritual space, usually formed after the solidification of the Divine Soul. For Cultivators in the Golden Core Realm, they can freely enter and exit their own Divine Soul Realm.

In theory, a Cultivator in their own Divine Soul Realm is invincible because it’s their mental space—as if they’re dreaming, they can do whatever they please.

However, Fang Zhou keenly noticed that Ming Aoshuang’s legs were actually frozen by ice.

Feigning ignorance, he asked, "Can you let me out?"

Ming Aoshuang initially felt a bit of relief mixed with surprise upon seeing Fang Zhou.

If Fang Zhou could come in, it meant there might be a way out, and if he could help her leave this wretched place, she could potentially regain control of her body.

However, hearing Fang Zhou’s question, Ming Aoshuang immediately realized he couldn’t leave either, and retorted with annoyance, "If I could release you, I wouldn’t be trapped here myself. Just wait to die obediently!"

Fang Zhou caught a peculiar note from her words and asked curiously, "Wasn’t it you who fought me just now?"

Ming Aoshuang fell silent, unwilling to reveal her identity as the reincarnated Beiming Heavenly Phoenix to this annoying man.

Upon seeing Ming Aoshuang remain silent, Fang Zhou instead displayed a warm smile and approached her happily.

Detecting a hint of danger from Fang Zhou’s smile, Ming Aoshuang felt a bit panicked. Now she had no power to resist.

Pretending to be composed, she asked, "What are you going to do?"

Fang Zhou walked tsk-tsking to her back and suddenly asked, "Are you immobilized?"

Panicking inside, Ming Aoshuang gritted her teeth, "I advise you not to mess around."

Fang Zhou patted her buttocks, "Does this count as messing around?"

Ming Aoshuang shivered, her face flushed with shame and anger. She turned her head and scolded Fang Zhou, "You’re courting death!!"

She didn’t dare move too much, afraid of breaking her legs that were already covered in cracks.

She could only glare at Fang Zhou, with eyes full of anger.

Fang Zhou was completely immune to her non-threatening glare. Seeing Ming Aoshuang could only curse but couldn’t act, he realized she was indeed trapped here, and this Divine Soul Realm seemed no longer under her control.

Once again, Fang Zhou slapped Ming Aoshuang’s buttocks, relishing the excellent tactile feedback.

Ming Aoshuang’s entire face turned red with anger, and unable to bear it any longer, she reached out to hit Fang Zhou.

Fang Zhou easily grabbed Ming Aoshuang’s arm, her skin was delicate and smooth, and the touch was soft.

Ming Aoshuang’s arm was quite strong, but it was no match for Fang Zhou, who held it tightly, rendering her unable to move.

Ming Aoshuang struggled a few times without breaking free, angrily shouting, "Let go of me!"

Fang Zhou gave her another slap and taunted, "You hit me so hard just now, and now you want me to let you go when you fall into my hands? Dream on."

With shame and anger, Ming Aoshuang tried to explain, "That wasn’t me; I was trapped here from the beginning."