1313 Awakens the Shy Dragon—Frightened? Really frightened! You're kidding! Well… It seems Xu Huaying is my cousin. After hearing Huaying's cousin remark, Zhang Yunqian instantly went into a state of disarray—perhaps she truly was afraid, otherwise how could one sentence from Huaying have left her so flustered? While pondering this, she secretly observed Lu Yun and her cousin, who was resting on her legs, feeling a whirlwind of emotions. After all, it was just her voice that had been too loud. Because of that, she had been thoroughly looked down upon by her cousin, and how could she possibly be content with that? "Chew!" Suddenly, Zhang Yunqian erupted—her voice rising like a lion's deep roar—then immediately fell silent. What's the big deal? Isn't it just my cousin chewing on my lower lip? Chew away! Chew as hard as you can! The more enthusiastic, the more comfortable I'll feel! As if suddenly enlightened, Zhang Yunqian underwent a remarkable transformation in her overall spirit and vitality, instantly catching Xu Huaying off guard. She knew she would have to keep chewing—definitely keep chewing—but the way her cousin looked at her stirred doubts in her mind. As a woman, Xu Huaying understood that her cousin was now fully committed, determined to make one final, decisive push. Yet, the experience of a woman chewing on another woman simply didn’t compare in satisfaction to the way she herself had been chewing on Lu Yun’s sturdy stick. After all, wasn’t her very purpose in doing this to distract Lu Yun and her cousin, so that they’d forget about tending to the grasses she needed to be taken care of? As soon as Zhang Yunqian uttered the word "chew," Xu Huaying’s mind raced—this woman was used to being nimble, and her reaction in this situation was unusually swift. As soon as Zhang Yunqian finished speaking, Xue Hua Ying merely paused slightly, then with a keen interest glanced at Zhang Yunqian before silently lowering her head into Zhang Yunqian's legs, using her mouth to firmly comfort her sister's already overflowing sanctuary. Thus, Xue Hua Ying brought out her true strength, while Zhang Yunqian desperately tried to hold back the stirring emotions within her, creating a most entertaining scene before Lu Yun. Though it was unclear exactly what Xue Hua Ying was doing, from Zhang Yunqian's very strong yet deliberately restrained expressions, it was evident that this time Xue Hua Ying's assault was more intense than before. Even more distressing, Zhang Yunqian did not utter a single sound. For a woman already deeply stirred, to enjoy an unusual pleasure while being unable to convey her bodily responses through any means—this was undoubtedly the most cruel and relentless form of self-torment. Lu Yun wanted to see just how long Zhang Yunqian could endure the relentless attacks, and how long Xue Huaing could withstand the intensity. With one shield and one spear, one spear and one shield, one attack and one defense—this was all about the brutal, relentless nature of a siege battle. Watching the two, Lu Yun couldn’t help but smile faintly. These two women were truly interesting. The main reason he had chosen to engage them tonight was to escape the ancient woman who appeared in his dreams, holding a sword that seemed full of murderous intent. While practicing swordsmanship wasn’t particularly difficult, Lu Yun most dreaded the sword that the ancient woman always handed him in his dreams—so charged with vitality and menace that even while asleep, he felt as though it were surrounding him, almost consuming his consciousness. Death is not frightening; what is truly terrifying is not knowing how one dies when the moment comes. Lu Yun fears that, once he takes the knife, he might go mad in reality, slashing people to pieces—only to have no idea how he himself will die. He knows well that even with Zhang Yunqian and Xue Hua'ing by his side, he may survive tonight, but tomorrow he may still find no solution. For now, he has no better course of action. Must he really take the knife? If— if he could weave a vision of a beautiful woman into his dreams, and if that ancient figure in the costume were also a smoker of cigarettes, then everything would seem less daunting than it currently does. The key issue, however, is that although this sudden idea is promising, Lu Yun wonders how he could create such a vision of a beautiful woman within a dream that is so vivid and grounded in reality. Besides, would the ancient-style figure even know how to smoke? Even if she did, Lu Yun could easily have a beautiful woman appear in his dreams while he slept, yet how could he ensure that the smoke he held—laden with Huan-Huan Powder—would trigger a surge of animal instincts in the figure when she inhaled it? Lu Yun’s headache intensified, as though every solution he had imagined were utterly futile in addressing the threat posed by the ancient-style figure in his dreams. While watching his sister-in-law Xue Hua Ying’s relentless attacks, Lu Yun’s mind flashed with various eccentric ideas. Yet no matter how creative the solutions, none could fully resolve his dilemma, and even Lu Yun himself lacked confidence in their effectiveness. Now, Lu Yun no longer wanted—nay, dared not—enter his dreams. How could a living person possibly avoid sleeping? At a loss, Lu Yun began to communicate with the awkward dragon through his mind: "Hey, little dragon, really, you can't enter my dreams?" After calling out several times, the dragon finally responded—much like someone just wakening up, he yawned and said to Lu Yun, "Boss, didn't I already tell you this? It's not that I lack the ability; it's just that my current strength has significantly declined, and I can no longer perform the special feats I used to." This time, the awkward dragon didn't complain about being roused from his sleep, as if he too sensed that Lu Yun was now facing an exceptionally difficult challenge. His tone became notably serious. The more the Humble Dragon insisted, the less confident Li Yun felt—especially after hearing the resigned tone. He lowered his head and asked, "Then, is there any way you can regain your former powers? Brother, you must know, if I'm gone, even if you grow another claw, you'll still be nothing but dust in the wind." "Stop pressuring me," the Humble Dragon muttered, then fell into a quiet silence, as though deep in thought. By now, Li Yun decided to let the Humble Dragon be. He realized that the very fact that a dragon could reside within him meant that the world had already changed beyond what he once knew. He simply waited, hoping that the dragon hidden somewhere inside his body would eventually offer him a solution he could accept. Waiting… is undoubtedly long and tormenting, but Lu Yun now had no other choice but to wait. Oh, good—there were still two other sounds that women make when they are lively in the room, which had prevented Lu Yun from feeling utterly monotonous.