Transcending the Nine Heavens

Chu Yang was filled with immense apprehension and cautiously asked, “Are you Xiao Wu or Qing Wu?”

This question completely baffled the master strategist Mo Tianji. In an instant, this top three sage of the Nine Heavens found himself utterly confused in the wind.

Mo Tianji simply didn’t understand what this question meant.

Regardless of whether it was Xiao Wu or Qing Wu, weren’t they both my sister?

Did Chu Yang ask this question out of sheer madness, or was it something else entirely?

However, while Mo Tianji was at a loss, Mo Qingwu clearly understood.

Tears welled up in Mo Qingwu's eyes, her snow-white teeth gently biting her lip, which was trembling slightly as she said, “Isn’t that a dream?”

Her long eyelashes flickered like a startled deer. Chu Yang felt a surge of excitement and stepped forward, saying, “Yes, it was a dream!”

At that moment, his heart surged; a bittersweet feeling rose from his chest, instantly engulfing his entire being.

He realized the crux of Mo Qingwu's turmoil: ever since he left, Mo Qingwu must have been having that strange dream every day, and now, she had no one to confide in, no one to help her understand.

This was a nervous breakdown caused by the repetition of a nightmarish dream, leading to a shift in her temperament toward memories of her past life, yet it was not a true awakening of former memories.

Otherwise, Mo Qingwu would not be reacting like this.

Thinking of how Mo Qingwu bore the heart-wrenching memories of her dreams alone, that heavy pressure like a mountain, filled with sadness and despair…

How could a little girl like her possibly endure all of that?

Chu Yang suddenly felt a wave of heartache.

“That was a dream…” Mo Qingwu said, her eyes turning red, biting her lip, feeling wronged as she added, “But you’re so fierce… you don’t want me anymore… Am I less beautiful than a sword in your eyes…”

This remark finally restored some of the tone and shadow of Xiao Wu from this life.

Chu Yang inhaled deeply and said gently, “Silly girl, do you know? Dreams are all illusions, and in dreams, reality is absolutely opposed. The worse I treat you in a dream only means that in reality, I treat you better!”

Mo Qingwu's eyes brightened, and she could no longer contain her joy as she asked, “Really?”

“Really!” Chu Yang affirmed.

Mo Qingwu scrunched her little nose and then her eyes curved like a crescent moon as she laughed joyfully, tilting her head. Wanting to act cute, but feeling her emotions change too quickly to adapt, she feigned anger and said, “Hmph… hmph hmph… hmph hmph hmph hmph…”

Finally, after the rain, the sky cleared. Although Chu Yang had concerns, he felt relieved for the time being and laughed, “What are you huffing about? Have you turned into a pig?”

Mo Qingwu rolled her eyes and retorted, “You’re the pig!”

Chu Yang replied, “Pigs go ‘huh-huh’!”

With a displeased expression, Mo Qingwu wrinkled her nose and huffed twice. Suddenly, her brows furrowed, and she suspiciously asked, “But you just asked me if I was Xiao Wu or Qing Wu? This…”

The little girl recalled the dream.

In the dream, Chu Yang always called her ‘Qing Wu’… She began to overthink again.

Chu Yang was unwilling to give her a chance to return to that topic. He immediately put on a serious face and asked, “Who is Xiao Wu?”

Mo Qingwu stared blankly and replied, “Of course it’s me.”

Chu Yang continued asking, “Who is Qing Wu?”

Mo Qingwu: “Of course, that’s also me.”

“Hmph hmph hmph…” Chu Yang snorted twice, squinting his eyes, “So are you Xiao Wu or Qing Wu??”

The poor little girl was instantly confused by these two questions, simply saying, “Xiao Wu is me, and Qing Wu is also me… Ah!”

Suddenly leaping up, her little pink fists pounded on Chu Yang’s chest like drums, as she playfully pouted, “Brother Chu Yang, you’re so bad! I really hate you, Xiao Wu hates you…”

In a warm embrace, Chu Yang felt like a heavy stone had finally fallen from his heart: it was all a false alarm.