Every Sentinel I Dreamed of Came Looking for Me

Following the instructions in Si Jin’s video, Yun Sheng held her breath and focused, carefully extending her spiritual power deep into her spiritual landscape toward the spiritual power that belonged to Si Jin.

However, perhaps because Si Jin’s power was too violent, or perhaps because this was her first attempt, a minuscule deviation occurred.

That thin thread of spiritual power, before it could touch Si Jin’s, was gently nudged by some unseen force. It abruptly slipped away, connecting instead with another power—one just as strong, but utterly different.

It was Bai Ye’s spiritual power!

"HUM..."

A warm, mellow, and reassuringly immense power surged back along that fragile spiritual connection, gentle yet forceful!

Unlike Si Jin’s spiritual power, which was wild and destructive, this power was stable and gentle, like warm jade polished over millennia. It carried a strange, healing quality that instantly washed over her spiritual landscape—exhausted from long hours of practice—and calmed her frayed nerves.

’This feels so good...’

Yun Sheng let out an unconscious sigh. The fatigue of the past several days, her anxiety, her worry for Si Jin, and the mental exhaustion from fending off various schemes—all of it miraculously began to melt away as she was immersed in this warm power.

She could feel her own feeble spiritual power, nourished by or resonating with this High Order power, undergoing the purest form of refinement. It grew more solid, more lustrous.

However, the comfort didn’t last long.

Perhaps Yun Sheng’s spiritual power was too weak to bear the feedback from such a High Order power. Her consciousness felt as if it were wrapped in a warm, soft cloud, sinking deeper and deeper as her strength to resist was slowly drained away.

"Ngh!"

Yun Sheng grunted, and an uncontrollable, tingling numbness and dizziness made the light before her eyes begin to blur.

Her thoughts bled like ink in water. Feeling as if all her strength had been drained, she slowly sank into a swirling chaos of darkness and warmth.

...

The familiar void.

Bai Ye stood in a hazy halo of light, a look of bewilderment on his face.

After Luo Cheng left, he had returned to his office to handle some work.

He was reviewing an urgent briefing from a border outpost when, without warning, a strange yet faintly familiar pull emanated from deep within his spiritual landscape.

The next moment, his consciousness wavered, and he was forcibly pulled into this dreamscape.

The air was filled with a familiar, rich, and heady fragrance.

Instinctively, he looked toward the source of the fragrance.

Not far away, the slender, graceful figure of a woman stood with her back to him, looking somewhat lost and bewildered.

Bai Ye’s eyes suddenly darkened. He strode forward, quickly closing the distance, only stopping when he was just a step away from her.

"Dragged me in here again?" His breath ghosted across the nape of her neck, his voice exceptionally hoarse. "Weren’t you trying everything you could to avoid me last time? To run away? Why... take the initiative and pull me into a dream this time?"

The slight upward lilt to his voice carried a hint of a question, yet it was strangely laced with an indescribable... expectation?

Yun Sheng’s mind was already in turmoil from the abrupt dream and the sudden change in scenery. Hearing that familiar, dangerous voice so close, her heart seized, threatening to leap from her chest.

She spun around, caught off guard as she met Bai Ye’s eyes—deep as winter pools and mere inches from her own.

"I..."

She opened her mouth, but her throat seemed to be blocked, leaving her momentarily speechless.

Immense shock washed over her.

’I didn’t mean to enter a dream—at least, not to pull Bai Ye into one!’

’What in the world is going on?!’

"Why don’t you continue?"

Seeing the genuine panic and confusion in her eyes, Bai Ye felt his own doubt grow along with a certain indescribable restlessness.

Instead of backing away, he took advantage of her turn to press half a step closer.

The distance between them shrank until they were close enough to hear each other breathe.

Bai Ye’s tall frame completely overshadowed her. He tilted his head, his gaze landing on her trembling lashes and the tips of her ears, which were tinged with a tell-tale blush. His voice dropped, becoming even huskier.

"This time, what did you want... to do to me in here?"

Forced back by his advance, Yun Sheng retreated instinctively, her face a picture of bewilderment.

Bai Ye’s gaze slowly swept over her lips, parted in shock, before finally locking on the depths of her eyes, which swirled with panic and confusion.

"Answer me." His voice was deeper and hoarser than before. "Why did you pull me in here?"

"I didn’t..." Yun Sheng’s voice was barely a whisper.

’She wanted to explain that it was an accident, a mistake in the spiritual power connection, but those words concerned her secret, and she couldn’t bring herself to say them.’

"Didn’t?"

Bai Ye raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth twisting into a nearly dangerous smirk.

He lowered his head, their noses almost touching, their warm breaths mingling completely.

"But I’m here now, inside your dream. And your spiritual power... is coiled tightly around me."

He spoke the words in a near whisper, but they struck Yun Sheng like a clap of thunder.

She instantly felt a warm, powerful, and intensely invasive force flowing from Bai Ye, intertwining with her own weak spiritual power until they were impossible to tell apart.

The sensation of being enveloped, permeated, and even slowly "assimilated" was a hundred times stronger than it had been before she fell into the dream!

"No... it’s not like that..."

She tried to deny it, but her voice was impossibly weak.

"Not like what?"

Bai Ye watched the blush creep from her ears down to her neck. He saw the hint of a daze hidden beneath the panic in her eyes, and the faint vexation in his heart was strangely replaced by a different kind of restlessness—one that was hotter, more clandestine.

"Do you have any idea... what it means to provoke a Sentinel in a dream, especially a Sentinel like me?"

His gaze was bottomless, churning with emotions Yun Sheng couldn’t comprehend.

There was inquiry, the piqued interest of being challenged, and... the fully ignited, dangerous desire of an apex predator.

"Especially when that Sentinel’s spiritual power is being so... recklessly entangled by you."

The moment the words left his lips, Bai Ye gave Yun Sheng no chance to think or protest, closing the distance in an instant!

A kiss—possessive, yet strangely mixed with endless patience and a desire to explore—crashed down on her.

Yun Sheng felt a BOOM, as if brilliant fireworks had exploded deep within her consciousness, or as if she had been plunged into a warm, turbulent sea.

Through the kiss, Bai Ye’s spiritual power poured in like a bursting dam, a turbulent flood that surged, coiled, and enveloped her completely.

Under this intense assault, Yun Sheng’s mind went blank. She lost all strength to resist, able only to passively endure this sudden, drowning sensation.

’This feeling... it’s so intoxicating.’

It almost made her want to stop thinking, to just let herself sink.

However, just at the critical point where her consciousness was about to be completely swallowed by this warm ocean, a familiar face, like a bolt of lightning piercing the fog, suddenly flashed through the depths of her mind.

’It’s Si Jin!’

"No!"

A broken sob escaped Yun Sheng’s captive lips.

At the same time, she summoned all her strength, slammed her hands against Bai Ye’s solid chest, and pushed with all her might!