Xueyan felt as if she’d had a nightmare. Within the dream, fists that were large like pots were everywhere. She was running madly, yet those fists whistled over like raindrops, causing her to be unable to escape nor avoid them, so she couldn’t help but cry out in terror.

After that, she let out a muffled groan and woke up abruptly.

How many years has it been? Why am I dreaming again?

Xueyan let out a long sigh of relief before her body stiffened. Wait, I seem to have been…

Bang!

In the next moment, she felt her body was thrown on the ground like a sandbag, and her face hit the floor, causing her face to be covered in dirt.

Dammit!

Who actually dared to be so disrespectful!?

Xueyan was furious in her heart as she opened her eyes, and then she saw a handsome young man staring coldly at her.

This young man had a tall figure, eyes that were deep like the stars, an extraordinary bearing, hands that were placed behind him, and a backbone that was straight like a sword that seemed to be on the verge of piercing through the sky.

Xueyan’s face went grim at the instant she saw this young man, and numerous scenes that she couldn’t bear to recall flashed through her mind…

I was actually bluntly bashed up by a Nether Transformation Realm cultivator!?

Flames of rage blazed in Xueyan’s heart while killing...