The Matchmaker pondered the issue for half the night.
The longer he delayed, the worse it would get—he needed to resolve this as soon as possible.
After much deliberation, he made his decision and left the Hall of Fated Love, heading toward the Hall of Divine Might.
At that moment, the Matchmaker stood before the Celestial Treasure of the Heavenly Dao, the Starry Dreaming Instrument, alongside a golden-armored celestial official in charge of the hall.
As the official manipulated the instrument, he explained to the Matchmaker:
“Don’t worry, Matchmaker.
…When it comes to dream transmissions, we can’t reach Great Firmament Golden Immortals since they are beyond worldly influence.
But for Golden Immortals and Heavenly Immortals? Not a problem.
And for a hundred-year-old Qi Refining cultivator? That’s even easier.
However, there’s something you need to understand—dream transmissions only allow conversations. They can’t be used to take action.
This treasure was bestowed by the Heavenly Dao to showcase the majesty of the Heavenly Court. It’s mostly for show, hence why this place is called the Hall of Divine Might.
As long as the target experiences a lapse in concentration—whether due to distraction, drunkenness, exhaustion, or even entering a meditative state—we can initiate a dream invitation.
But if they resist… there’s nothing we can do.
You’re looking for Du Xian Sect disciple Li Changshou, correct?”
“Relax, it’s just a young disciple. This will only take a moment…
Hmm?
Why is there no record of him?”
The golden-armored celestial officer leaned forward, staring at the unresponsive Starry Dreaming Instrument.
Beside him, the Elder Moon maintained a gentle smile, patiently waiting.
The officer quickly asked, “Elder Moon, are you sure about his name and title? Do you have his birth date and eight characters of fate?”
“Yes, yes, the Marriage Hall keeps records of that,” Elder Moon replied with a smile, hurriedly pulling a slip of paper from his sleeve.
This time, the celestial officer tinkered with the instrument again, and at last, the massive device slowly began to operate.
Half an hour later, the officer let out a long sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
“Phew—
The Starry Dreaming Instrument has found him. He is currently within the Duoxian Sect.
As expected of a disciple of the Ren School, protected by an innate treasure and the fate of a great sect—he was incredibly difficult to track!
Elder Moon, look here. When this star lights up, it means he’s either asleep or momentarily distracted, and we can invite him into a dream.”
“That’s all it takes?” Elder Moon asked in a hushed tone.
The officer grinned. “That’s all. Now, Elder Moon, just wait. Typically, within half a day, he’ll get distracted.”
Elder Moon repeatedly expressed his gratitude, while the officer waved him off with polite words about how they were all colleagues.
However…
Half a day passed.
Then a full day…
Then two days…
“Why… is it still not lighting up?”
The celestial officer frowned and muttered to himself.
Elder Moon chuckled, “It’s fine, it’s fine. I have no pressing matters. I only feel bad for troubling you.”
“Not at all, not at all! I can go years without a single case here.
I refuse to believe he can go a whole month without losing focus!”
And so—one month later.
Elder Moon and the celestial officer sat cross-legged in front of the Starry Dreaming Instrument, their four eyes fixated on the same dim star.
Two months later…
The celestial officer’s eyes were bloodshot, and his hoarse voice croaked,
“Is this thing broken?
How can a mere sect disciple remain so focused for so long?
Even Golden Immortals wouldn’t last this long without slipping up!”
“This…”
Elder Moon hesitated before suggesting, “Perhaps we should give up?”
The officer slammed his fist down. “No!
When I say I’ll do something, I see it through!
Elder Moon, you may return to your duties, but I’m staying here until I get through to him!
If all else fails, I’ll go find him myself!”
Elder Moon quickly declined, opting to wait patiently while keeping his divine sense locked onto the Marriage Hall, wary of any sudden visits from powerful immortals.
Six months later…
The celestial officer lay sprawled on the ground, sighing softly.
“Maybe… we should change our approach.
What if we send a dream to someone else in Duoxian Sect, and have them pass along a message to this disciple, telling him to enter a dream and meet with you?”
Elder Moon, who had been dozing off, perked up instantly. “Brilliant idea!”
“But it still feels like we’ve been played…
How did he manage to avoid slipping up for six months?”
And so—half a day later.
Li Changshou was deep in contemplation over the Wuwei Sutra when Ling’e suddenly flew over from the forest, forcing him to pause his cultivation and lower the surrounding array formations.
“Senior Brother!
A golden-armored celestial just sent me a dream. He said he was trying to contact you and asked me to tell you to relax your mind. He said he’s from the Heavenly Court’s Marriage Hall, and Elder Moon urgently needs to see you!”
A dream transmission? Elder Moon?
Li Changshou’s brow furrowed. This was not a simple matter.
There is no such thing as an unprovoked summons—only schemes I have yet to uncover!
Not long ago, I suddenly felt irritable, followed by an influx of distracting thoughts. I had to resort to using my secret treasure—the Hundred Beauties Aged Portrait Scroll—to suppress them.
Then my armpit inexplicably started itching…
Something is off!
I did consider the possibility that Elder Moon and his red threads of fate might be behind the slight moral deviation in Duoxian Sect.
Could it be that Elder Moon is truly meddling?
But why would he dare interfere with the Ren School’s Dao Legacy?
Ling’e urged, “Senior Brother, hurry and enter the dream!”
Li Changshou’s eyes narrowed slightly, his voice calm. “Not yet.”
“Not… yet?
Can you even refuse?”
“If they could enter my dreams directly, why would they need to have you pass a message?”
Li Changshou chuckled. “Elder Moon must need something from me, so there’s no need to panic.
I’ll take my time and think things through.
Ling’e, go lie down on the rocking chair and either take a nap or daydream. Don’t focus your mind too much.
If that golden-armored celestial sends you another dream, ask him exactly what this is about.
Tell him I’m busy refining pills and cannot enter the dream just yet.”
“Mm… okay.”
Ling’e blinked, obediently nodded, and floated over to the rocking chair outside the door, moving with light steps.
‘Sigh, I’ve become Senior Brother’s tool again.’
She sighed inwardly, but a small smile crept onto her lips.
It still made her happy—
To be able to help her Senior Brother, even just a little.
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