Cheng Xiaofan was stunned to hear this. This Bai Goddess was quite overbearing. But he didn't dare to share a bed with her!
As he stood there, Bai Yiling couldn't hold back her laughter any longer. She chuckled, "Silly boy, stop being dazed. Come over and sleep. You want to sleep at my feet, are you deliberately trying to make me smell your stinky feet?"
Hearing her words, Cheng Xiaofan felt it made sense. He was naturally sweaty-footed and inevitably had some odor. It was improper to have her near his feet.
"Alright, I'll listen to you. I'll sleep on your side!"
Cheng Xiaofan didn't even dare to take off his clothes. He lay down beside her.
Seeing how tense he was, Bai Yiling thought, *I don't care, and he's scared stiff. Am I a tiger that can eat you?*
She also thought that despite his heaven-defying abilities, he was so timid in front of her. A sense of smugness filled her.
From this, she could tell that Cheng Xiaofan truly cared about her.
In fact, lying next to Bai Yiling, Cheng Xiaofan couldn't sleep at all. But he had to close his eyes and pretend to be fast asleep.
He planned to wait until Bai Yiling was asleep before going ashore to rest for a while.
Cheng Xiaofan genuinely worried that he might transform into a dragon in his sleep and frighten Bai Yiling.
After an unknown amount of time, he noticed that Bai Yiling under the lamplight had fallen asleep. He quickly got up on tiptoe.
After leaving the cabin, Cheng Xiaofan immediately went ashore and lay down on a slope.
However, little did Cheng Xiaofan know that the moment he left the cabin, Bai Yiling's eyes snapped open. Every move he made was seen by her.
Bai Yiling was an intelligent woman. She could naturally tell that although he had lain beside her, he was clearly faking his sleep.
Why would he pretend to be asleep?
After thinking for a long time, Bai Yiling still couldn't figure out what Cheng Xiaofan was trying to achieve.
So, Bai Yiling also pretended to be asleep.
Unexpectedly, when Cheng Xiaofan saw her "asleep," he quietly left her side and went to sleep on the shore.
Seeing this scene, Bai Yiling felt deeply dejected.
He would rather suffer mosquito bites on the shore than sleep next to her on the boat. Did she have no charm in his eyes at all? Was she that unbearable?
Bai Yiling felt wronged, her eyes even turning red.
But she had no idea that Cheng Xiaofan was protected by innate spiritual energy. Even if he slept in a mosquito-infested area, the insects wouldn't dare to approach him.
At this moment, Cheng Xiaofan had already fallen into a deep sleep.
In his dream, he transformed into a golden dragon again. However, he neither soared into the sky nor plunged into Bailong Lake.
Instead, he lay quietly on the ground, listening to the rhythmic sounds of the Great Dao resonating between heaven and earth.
At that moment, wisps of golden light wrapped around Cheng Xiaofan, gradually forming a golden dragon that flickered in and out of existence on him.
When Bai Yiling witnessed this strange phenomenon on Cheng Xiaofan, she was utterly astonished. "Heavens, how could this be?"
The golden dragon occasionally raised its head, occasionally lowered it, sometimes shaking its head and wagging its tail, or bowing its body, as if about to soar into the heavens.
"Roar—"
The golden dragon let out a deep, resonant roar.
Bai Yiling sat up, wrapped in her blanket, quietly watching everything unfold.
At some point, she noticed that the thirty-six crimson horses had gathered there. They knelt on their forelegs, continuously bowing to Cheng Xiaofan.
Even Tuqibao and Potianying, along with ten white geese, all paid their respects to Cheng Xiaofan with utmost solemnity.
A while later, the great white python from the mountains and various fierce beasts surged forth like a tide. Maintaining a certain distance, they continuously bowed to Cheng Xiaofan.
The dragon is the totem of China!
No matter what bird or beast saw the dragon, who would dare not pay homage?
Unknowingly, several hours passed. Just as a hint of dawn appeared in the sky, the golden dragon that had manifested on Cheng Xiaofan immediately withdrew into his body.
The white python and the wild beasts that had emerged from the deep mountains retreated one after another.
Fearing that they might disturb Cheng Xiaofan, the thirty-six crimson horses, treading on the waves of the lake, retreated to their original positions.
Seeing that Cheng Xiaofan was about to wake up, Bai Yiling quickly returned to the cabin and pretended to be asleep.
However, her heart was like a storm, unable to comprehend how many secrets Cheng Xiaofan truly harbored.
Having stayed in Zhuxi Village for some time, Bai Yiling had learned some things about Cheng Xiaofan from the villagers.
Cheng Xiaofan had been mischievous since childhood. He would climb mountains to steal bird nests, catch fish and shrimp in the river, and twice stole Luo Changsheng's chickens to make beggar's chicken, even inviting Luo Changsheng to taste it.
In short, the current Tuqibao was a reflection of Cheng Xiaofan's childhood.
He was mischievous yet very clever. When adults couldn't solve a problem, he could come up with a way to resolve it.
It wasn't until he went to college that Cheng Xiaofan's personality became more refined. But every time he returned, he would eagerly help with farm work. No one in the village disliked him.
This time, Cheng Xiaofan resigned from his job and returned, doing many things for the village. Was it true, as he claimed, that he had learned supernatural arts from a master when he was studying in the capital, which led him to develop those new varieties of vegetables, fruits, and divine fish?
Bai Yiling thought back to a few days ago when she saw Cheng Xiaofan summon rain on the island in the middle of the lake, and her heart became even more restless.
Cheng Xiaofan must have hidden many things from others, and it was definitely not just because he had been taught supernatural arts.
He must have experienced something extraordinary!
However, since Cheng Xiaofan was unwilling to talk about it, Bai Yiling would absolutely not pry. After all, this matter was too bizarre, and the fewer people who knew, the better.
At this moment, Cheng Xiaofan leaped up from the ground, stretched his body, and took a deep breath.
He felt completely relaxed, with an additional layer of dragon power within him.
It turned out that listening to the Great Dao's rhythm between heaven and earth in dreams was also a form of cultivation.
Cheng Xiaofan realized that his cultivation method had completely transformed into dreaming. To improve his strength, all he had to do was lie down and have a dream.
If the practitioners of ancient martial arts were to learn of this, they would probably spit out three liters of blood and die of anger.
This cultivation method was simply too easy and heaven-defying!
When Cheng Xiaofan returned to the boat, he found Bai Yiling lying on her side with her eyes closed. He thought she was sleeping soundly.
He approached her, gazing at her peerless beauty under the lamplight. He couldn't help but smile slightly and murmur to himself, "What a peerless beauty. Just looking at you is a pleasure!"
"Yiling, in my heart, you are a perfect goddess. I truly like you!"
Hearing Cheng Xiaofan's sincere confession, the indescribable grievance that had been building up in Bai Yiling's heart instantly vanished.
"Xiaofan, are you telling the truth?"
Bai Yiling suddenly sat up, her beautiful eyes shining. Unable to hide her inner delight, she asked tenderly.