Chapter 1301: Conquest "Hey, what's going on?"薛华英 was completely puzzled as her cousin stormed out of the room, clearly annoyed. "Wait a minute, Xiao Yun—I'll be right back," said薛华英, quickly jumping out of bed. Before she stepped out, she didn't forget to wave a friendly greeting to Lu Yun. What a woman! Lu Yun chuckled and waved her off. Now that the lively room had gone quiet again, Lu Yun suddenly felt a wave of boredom settle over him. Whenever he was alone, the cold voice of the ancient-dressed figure from his dream kept echoing in his mind. "Take the blade!" "Take the blade!" "Take the blade!" I'll take your blade, you cold-hearted statue! I've never even dreamed of building my life through bloodshed—take it, and be done with it! Once again, a wave of frustration washed over him. He didn't know if he'd go completely mad if this continued. Was it truly going to be his fate to bow down to that ancient figure? But what if he actually took up the sword? Though it was within a dream, Lu Yun could clearly feel the fierce, aggressive energy radiating from the blade—would he truly be able to control this blazing, deadly long sword? Yet, what if he refused to take it? He had hoped that Xinlan would come up with a solution, but from the look on her face that day, it seemed she too was completely unaware of the matter—leastwise, she had no immediate plan or remedy. Then, everything else would have to fall squarely on his own shoulders. The more he thought about it, the more restless he grew. Lu Yun truly wished he could find a place and shout out loud—had he known the In-Dream Divine Fist was so strange and unpredictable, he would never have chosen to train at all. He had originally thought he had stumbled upon a precious treasure, that a heavenly feast had just fallen from the sky—only to find himself completely at the mercy of this ancient, elegant figure. What on earth was going on? A dragon slumbers within his body, and now, in his dreams, a quaint ancient figure has emerged—threatening to challenge him. Fortunately, Lu Yun is unaware that his body harbors not just one modest dragon, but also a divine demon god, each controlling one half of his physical form. His sister, Xinlan, who has gifted him his martial arts manual, cannot assist him further. Who else could possibly help? Zhang Yi? Though the black bear possesses solid combat prowess, he still clearly falls short of Xinlan’s strength. A challenge that even Xinlan cannot overcome seems unlikely to succeed with Zhang Yi. A sudden inspiration strikes Lu Yun—someone named Yang Yanping! Yanping’s tears, which have never ceased to flow, may well be no ordinary phenomenon. Moreover, given her longstanding rivalry with Xinlan, it is no surprise that she has risen as a formidable opponent to such a master. Should he seek her out and take a chance? At this thought, Lu Yun's eyes lit up, as if a drowning man had suddenly grasped the last lifeline—his entire spirit surged with renewed energy. "Good heavens! We're not exactly weak men, are we? How can we be intimidated by a mere phantom figure appearing in a dream?" Lu Yun murmured to himself. He wasn't certain that Yang Yanping could resolve this matter, but hope was better than despair—better than being stuck in constant hopelessness. After all, why not try to save the dying horse by treating it as if it were still alive? Zhang Yunqian spoke with strong conviction, cutting straight to the point—clearly determined not to leave her cousin any face at all. "Uh... Auntie, I... I really don't know what to do anymore," said Xue Huaing, who had indeed lost her sense of direction, looking earnestly at Zhang Yunqian. "I actually don't want Lu Yun to shave my hair, but once something's been said, how can I possibly back out? And you yourself mentioned that during your time with Lu Yun, there's a very intimate, magical sensation—so if I don't let Lu Yun shave all the hair on my lower body, won't he still insist on making love to me tonight?" Zhang Yunqian paused, surprised that she hadn't thought of this before. Though she had considered it at all, her thoughts had always centered on herself, never stepping into her cousin's perspective. I had several times before found myself reaching for the scissors, eager to reveal Lu Yun's true intentions to Hua Ying—didn't I also worry about this very issue? Just now, however, I truly couldn't bear it anymore. Not only was Lu Yun treating Hua Ying so casually, but if they continued to delay like this, when would they ever again find themselves under Lu Yun's dominance, experiencing that intense sensation of being forcefully pierced and stabbed through with a large rod right inside their snow cave? The situation suddenly became quite tricky, and Zhang Yunqian herself didn't know how to explain it to Xue Huaing. After a moment of hesitation, she sighed gently and said, "Huaing, let me tell you the truth. Lu Yun actually intended to use scissors to trim all the hair on your lower body—there was absolutely no herbicide or anything like that. All those things were just stories he invented to fool you. You believed him, didn't you? Well, I'm sorry..." Hearing her aunt's words, Huaing's eyes flashed with a hint of cunning, and she smiled softly, saying, "Aunt, really do you think I'd believe Lu Yun used any herbicide to get rid of my hair?" Zhang Yunqian stared at her cousin, who looked so suspicious, and was astonished, "Wait—so you already knew it was Lu Yun deliberately playing a trick on you?" Huaing nodded, saying, "Of course. After all, I've been around the school for years—how could I be fooled by some little trick from a student?" Zhang Yunqian suddenly realized—it seemed her cousin’s sister actually knew better than she did. All those things had merely been acts, carefully staged. Well, if that were the case, why had she bothered getting involved at all! "As for Teacher, hasn't she also been pinned down by the students, being repeatedly poked and prodded with that big stick, gasping for breath all the while?" Zhang Yunqian said, giving a slight scoff. Xue Huaing didn’t care at all what her cousin had to say. The fact that her cousin was upset only proved that her own performance had reached the highest level. With a smile at Zhang Yunqian’s visibly frustrated expression, she said, "Cousin, I did all that simply to satisfy Lu Yun’s sense of vanity—so that when he joins us later, he’ll be more enthusiastic and committed. Think about it—don’t men generally appreciate this kind of atmosphere? Isn’t it natural for them to love the feeling of conquering a woman? In doing so, don’t you think I’ve already been conquered by Lu Yun in a different way?"