Girls in a Matriarchal World Are Just Too Scary-Chapter 32 - Nightmare

Bai Shuixin tracked Su Yan’s spiritual power flow and saw that it was nothing special. So why the insane boost?

“Maybe it’s my unique physique?”

Su Yan knew the deal—system upgrades made his spells stand out.

“I thought Dragon King Water Spray was trash. I didn’t expect it to be this strong. Skill points are nuts. Why bother with Water Arrow?”

He felt his past grind was a waste. With Dragon King this good, why learn more?

And if it was this strong, what about Moistening Art? He itched to test it out.

“Odd. Could it really be his physique? Never heard Pure Yang Body amps spells.”

Bai Shuixin puzzled over it, then refocused on them.

“I’ll need time to study you. Come to me every half-month. I’m checking your body.”

She turned to Lin Qingyue.

“You’re progressing fast, but it’s not enough. Hit Late Qi Refining, and I’ll train you myself.”

Qi Refining was safe to push, but Foundation Establishment shaped your future—she couldn’t leave it to Su Yan.

…

Leaving Bai Shuixin’s room, Su Yan exhaled. Lin Qingyue, watching him, was baffled.

Senior Brother looked scared of Master. What’s up?

“You’ll see later.”

He brushed it off, dodging the details.

She nodded, letting it drop.

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Back in their rooms, Su Yan toyed with his spells, thrilled with the skill point boosts.

Lin Qingyue dove into intense training, feeling her weakness. Every second mattered, but…

“If I reach Late Qi Refining, Master’ll teach me and won’t that cut my time with Senior Brother?”

She adored him—couldn’t bear a moment apart. Progress wasn’t all good, but weakness wasn’t an option.

“I need power. The power to protect him.”

That helpless scene flashed in her mind. She’d sworn it wouldn’t happen again—she had to grow fast.

“Short parting for a long future? Easy choice.”

Resolved, she shut her eyes and cultivated. Her pace was brutal. It stopped only when her body gave out.

“I’m stronger.”

Sensing her spiritual power rise, a faint smile curved her lips. But Master’s words dimmed it.

“Life’s full of choices—all for a better tomorrow.”

She sighed, washed up, and flopped on the bed. Staring at the bright moon, she tossed and turned, sleepless.

Hours later, with only dark night outside, she finally dozed off.

That night, Lin Qingyue dreamed. It was a terrifying nightmare.

She left Senior Brother, training under Bai Shuixin, growing stronger.

But as her Dao deepened, she slacked off, neglecting him. They met maybe once a year, drifting apart.

Emerging from seclusion, she found him with a kid, grinning, calling her “sister.”

“No!!”

She jolted awake, eyes wide, wiping sweat. Why that dream?

“A warning?”

Panting at the thought, her breath hitched.

“I won’t mess up like that.”

Power? Hers. Senior Brother? Hers too. Women can be greedy!

“What do you want?”

A soft male voice sounded nearby.

Startled, she bolted upright.

“Senior Brother, why’re you here?”

Eyes wide, she saw Su Yan by the door, peering curiously.

He grinned. “Breakfast’s ready, but you weren’t up. Got worried, so I checked. Didn’t expect you to sleep in, Junior Sister.”

Sleep in?

She glanced at the sunny window, face flaming.

So much for diligence—that dream made her flop in front of him.

“I’m up.”

She scrambled out, grabbing her skirt to change.

Su Yan stopped her. “Whoa, Junior Sister, what’re you doing? I’m still here! Wait till I’m gone!”

“Oh!”

Realizing her blunder, she froze. Undressing in front of him? That’s thuggish for a girl here.

“S-sorry!”

Clutching her skirt, she looked pitiful.

Su Yan’s breath caught. Her disheveled state, those pleading eyes—like a tamed beast. He felt feral.

“No, I should apologize. I should’ve knocked.”

Swallowing hard, he blushed and ducked out.

Dressed and washed, Lin Qingyue hit the familiar table, digging in.

Su Yan watched her scarf it down, smiling. Nothing beat seeing his food loved.

“Slow down. Don’t choke.”

Handing her water, he asked, “When I checked earlier, you were tossing, sweating cold. Nightmare?”

She paused, hesitating, then said, “Yeah, a bad one. I dreamed I cultivated hard, got tied up in seclusion, drifted from you and ended up strangers, no closeness left.”

“…”

Su Yan went quiet, unsure what to say.

Cultivators weren’t mortals. The stronger they got, the less time mattered.

Lin Qingyue wasn’t ordinary—her rare Heavenly Spiritual Root marked her for legend.

Him? Lousy aptitude, no chance to keep up. Top cultivators vanished for years. Like decades. How could bonds not fade?

But…

That was before.

He soothed, “You’re overthinking—a dream’s just a dream.”