"You're still here? If you don't wake up soon, you'll forever remain useless." The handsome man suddenly said.

"I don't quite understand… Even if I want to wake up, I cannot wake up until I finish this dream. It's been like this for many weeks now." Yuan said.

The handsome man sighed and snapped his fingers, suddenly changing the scenery from the jade tablet to the peak of some unknown mountain.

On this mountain, there were countless swords stabbed into the ground, looking like a graveyard for swords or something of that sort.

"Where are we?" Yuan asked.

"You don't remember?" The handsome man asked him.

"Why would I remember something I have never seen before?"

"..."

The handsome man silently looked at him with a pondering look.

He then spoke in a sighing voice, "Looks like the curses had affected you worse than I'd anticipated."

"Huh? You know about the curses?" Yuan's eyes widened with surprise.

"Of course."

"Then can you tell me more about it?"

However, to Yuan's surprise, the handsome man said, "Nah."

"Eh?"

"Learning about the curses in your current condition won't do you any good. In fact, it might even harm you. Therefore, I won't say anything for now."

"Then can you at least tell me who you are?" Yuan asked for his identity again.

The handsome man smiled, and he began approaching Yuan.

Once he was standing right in front of Yuan, he said, "You really have no idea?"

Yuan frowned, and he proceeded to stare at the man's face while trying to figure out if he'd seen this man before.

However, no matter how hard he thought, he was unable to remember anything.

He eventually shook his head, "I don't know you."

"You don't know me, yet I somehow appeared in your dreams. You don't dream about people you have never seen before, you know? Somewhere deep in your mind— your soul remembers me. That's why I am here."

"Even if you tell me that, I can't remember what I don't remember." Yuan sighed.

"Then why don't I nudge your memories a little?" The handsome man suddenly retrieved a beautiful sword from thin air and pointed it at Yuan.

"Fight me."

"What?" Yuan looked at him with wide eyes.

"Fight me." The handsome man repeated.

"I don't even have a weapon."

"This is your dream. Just imagine one."

Hearing his words, Yuan imagined the Empyrean Overlord.

When the handsome man saw the large sword in Yuan's grasp, he smiled and said, "So you decided to use his sword, huh?"

"You know this sword?" Yuan asked.

"Of course. You don't?" The handsome man asked him, once again implying that he should also know about it.

"I—"

However, right as Yuan opened his mouth to speak, the handsome man suddenly stepped forward and attacked.

Yuan quickly reacted to the strike, blocking it.

"Not bad… But you're still too weak."

The sword in the man's hand suddenly disappeared, reappearing right next to Yuan's neck.

Yuan subconsciously used his movement technique to barely dodge it, but the sword had managed to reach his neck and created a small cut on it.

Yuan could feel his blood dripping down his neck; it was an incredibly realistic feeling, almost like he wasn't dreaming at all.

The handsome man then continued to attack Yuan, giving him no time to breathe.

The onslaught continued for a few minutes until Yuan's entire body was filled with superficial cuts.

"You're weak. Too weak. How will you protect your loved ones when you're in such a pathetic state?" The handsome man eventually stopped attacking him and asked.

"Y-You're just too powerful…" Yuan responded in an exhausted manner while kneeling on the ground.

Compared to Feng Yuxiang, this handsome man was on another level. Although he felt hopeless when he sparred with Feng Yuxiang, this mysterious man gave him a feeling of dread and despair.

"Of course, I am powerful." The man didn't deny it, even confirming it in a somewhat narcissistic tone.

He then continued, "You can only survive when you're powerful. That's why if you continue to remain that weak, you'll die."

"Anyways, we have wasted enough time. If you don't wake up soon, you'll really regret it."

"I can't control when I wake up." Yuan shook his head.

"I know— because you're weak. However, I am different. I am strong, so I will wake you up."

The handsome man suddenly took a stance that Yuan had never seen before, yet he found it very nostalgic for some reason.

"It's a sword technique…" Yuan subconsciously muttered in a low voice.

The handsome man responded with a profound smile on his face, "Yes, you're right. It's a sword technique, and it's called the Immortal Rending Sword Strike. Remember it well."

The next moment, Yuan watched as the man moved his hand and swung the sword, sending a massive wave of energy that felt like Sword Qi at him.

Yuan's vision blackened instantly after the attack consumed him, and he could feel his body again.

'I am awake?' Yuan quickly realized this.

'Hmm? What's this soft feeling?' Yuan then noticed a soft and round sensation in his hand, and his body subconsciously commanded his hand to squeeze it.

"Mmm…"

A weird noise suddenly resounded beside him.

In a daze, Yuan squeezed it a couple more times.

"Aaah…"

A gentle moan responded.

Then—

"Y-Young Master…?" Meifeng's shocked voice resounded the next moment.

Yuan frowned at the situation. He decided to use his Divine Sense to see what was happening, and to his surprise, he noticed that his left hand was directly on top of Meifeng's large assets on her chest.

"Whoa! I am so sorry! I didn't mean to do that!" Yuan's body subconsciously reacted and quickly removed his hand.

However, Meifeng didn't care about that at all. In fact, her mind was occupied by something else.

"Y-Young Master… You… Your body..."

Meifeng stared at him with her eyes as wide as saucers.

"What?"

It was at this moment Yuan realized that he was no longer lying in the bed.

Instead, he was sitting on it.

Furthermore, he was doing it effortlessly, almost as though there was no longer anything restricting his body.

However, he wasn't in Cultivation Online, so he shouldn't be able to achieve such a feat.

'A-Am I actually still dreaming?' Yuan wondered to himself, as that was the only logical explanation for this phenomenon.