Chapter 146: A New Character in the Dream
That night, after Long Tao finished his daily cultivation routine, he turned in early.
The comntary that day had truly exhausted his mind; he had barely touched the pillow before sinking into sleep.
Just as his consciousness was about to fall completely into deep slumber, his awareness suddenly beca crystal clear.
Looking around, he saw only a vast, chaotic emptiness, yet it was suffused with a strange, gentle glow. He imdiately realized that he was dreaming again.
Moreover, every ti he entered this kind of unusually lucid dream, he seed to et soone—yet after waking, his mories always beca blurred, leaving him unable to recall anything clearly, only faintly rembering that sothing very wonderful had happened.
As he searched back and forth, a figure he could never forget had already quietly appeared at his side.
“T–True Person Mingzhu!?”
That was right—thinking back, it seed to be the sa every ti. Whenever this happened, he would dream of True Person Mingzhu.
It had occurred so many tis that it almost felt too coincidental. However, in the dream, his thinking also beca sowhat muddled, and this thought did not last long.
Just as he was about to take advantage of the dreamscape to do sothing to the fairy before him, she did not say a single word.
Instead, she delivered a crisp whip-like kick that sent him sprawling to the ground, then expertly planted her jade-like foot on his abdon and Dantian. The entire sequence flowed smoothly, like running water.
Long Tao seed to gradually recall sothing—similar things had happened in past dreams as well. But… this ti it was far too direct, wasn’t it? There was not even the slightest bit of foreplay. No words at all, just a kick straight at him.
Although there was no real pain in a dream, what heavenly law had he violated to deserve this?
“You really dared to say anything today!” True Person Mingzhu looked down at him from above, her girlish voice carrying a trace of anger.
“You talked about and True Person Liuxia competing openly and secretly over our looks. Now it’s great—everyone in the entire sect thinks that I, Mingzhu, am so shallow woman who only values appearances. You bastard… don’t tell you did this comntary just to make a fool of .”
Huh? Long Tao had never expected that his rare spring dream would turn so realistic, with the beauty in his dream talking about such matters. Could it be that his dayti comntary had been too exhausting, causing the dream-version of True Person Mingzhu to be affected as well?
No, this thought felt strangely familiar. Hadn’t he thought the sa thing before? He did not dwell on it and hurriedly said,
“No, True Person! I genuinely think you’re the most beautiful person in the sect!”
True Person Mingzhu slowly twisted her jade foot, grinding it down and sending a wave of numb soreness through his Dantian.
“Hmph! I know very well how beautiful I am. Saying it in private would have been fine—there was no need for you to broadcast it in public! And besides… the way you said it made it sound like I’m nothing but a pretty vase. In your eyes… do I really have no other rits at all? You can’t see my intelligence or character and can only stare at my face, is that it!?”
“It’s not that… but I rarely co into contact with you in reality,” Long Tao felt wronged. “Your intelligence and character are things I can’t really experience as a disciple. Naturally, all I can see is your face.”
“No talking back!”
As she spoke, she stepped down again on Long Tao’s abdon, right on his Dantian.
“Ow! I got it! True Person Mingzhu is peerless in the world, incomparably intelligent, capable of toppling cities and kingdoms! In every possible aspect, you’re the most perfect!”
“Hmph!”
After that, True Person Mingzhu did not complain any further.
Instead, she sat down in midair and casually extended the foot that had just been pressing on Long Tao toward him. Long Tao, as if instinctively knowing what to do, grasped that jade foot and began to knead and massage it.
Wait—how was he so practiced at this?
A huge question mark popped up in Long Tao’s mind. It even felt like he had done this before. He did not need any prompting at all; his hands had moved on their own.
Sigh… He let out a sigh in the dream. It was all his own fault for having such filthy thoughts, imagining True Person Mingzhu as such a vulgar woman in his dreams. If this were reality, it definitely wouldn’t be like this. Yes… definitely wouldn’t.
Just as he leisurely, thoroughly enjoying himself, finished massaging both of her feet, the dreamscape suddenly changed drastically.
Even True Person Mingzhu was startled.
After his initial shock, Long Tao quickly recovered—after all, it was just a dream. Sudden, inexplicable changes were perfectly normal.
However, the final result of this change left both of them utterly stunned.
True Person Zhiying, dressed in a set of green robes, had actually appeared in the dream as well.
She was smiling faintly, her gaze fixed on True Person Mingzhu, whose foot was still held in Long Tao’s hand, as though she had discovered the most wonderful toy.
Before Long Tao could ask anything or react in any way, the dream suddenly began to collapse.
Just before losing consciousness, the last things he saw were True Person Zhiying’s teasing smile and the complete panic on True Person Mingzhu’s face.
……
The next morning, Long Tao woke from his sleep with a heavy head, as though he had once again experienced a bizarre and fantastical dream the night before.
Yet his mories were as hazy as morning mist, impossible to grasp in detail.
Rubbing his temples, he let out a soft sigh—this was far from the first ti such a thing had happened.
They said dreams might foreshadow sothing.
In his previous life, he would never have cared about such feudal superstition. But this was a world of strange powers and supernatural forces, and he truly planned to find a few books related to dreams to take a look at.
There were still thirty-two matches remaining in the first round of the Grand Competition today.
However, since Nan Yuchen had already advanced smoothly, his mood was relatively relaxed, and he intended to be a bit more unrestrained in his comntary.
“Young Master, your clothes are already placed at your door, and breakfast is ready,” Xiao Ying’s crisp voice ca from outside. “Get ready—we’ll be taking the Cloud Vessel soon.”
“Alright! I’ll be right there.”
At this mont, Xiao Ying seed to have returned to being the maid who used to serve him, which made him feel a bit dazed. It wasn’t that he had never considered finding another maid for the household, but after thinking it over, he had given up on the idea.
After so many years of habit, he could not easily accept a sudden stranger appearing at ho. Besides, there weren’t many people in the family, and servants were not really a necessity.
What puzzled him was that True Person Zhiying had been giving Xiao Ying leave quite often lately, allowing her to co ho to stay.
Normally, for newly admitted disciples, not to ntion taking leave to go ho—even leaving their peak was not easy.
After all, when one had just embarked on the path of cultivation, it was precisely the ti to form good habits. Most masters, to prevent their disciples from slacking off, would keep them under strict control.
One could only say that True Person Zhiying truly doted on Xiao Ying—or else… there were feelings that should not exist. In any case, when it ca to that woman, he kept his distance.
Since the Grand Competition itself also served as a way to showcase the sect’s strength and bearing to the new disciples, these days even most nial disciples had been given leave.
As a result, Long Xi and Jiang Wuyun had also returned to stay. After the whole family boarded Xiao Ying’s Cloud Vessel and arrived neatly at the martial arena, Long Tao saw soone.
Ye Jingchen!
This man whom the System had labeled a “Destiny Luck Thief” was currently striding into the venue with a smug, triumphant expression. Around him were four people—the very four “puppets” that True Lord Luohong had previously tailored for him.
At the front was a short, chubby man with an honest-looking face, diligently clearing the way for the group. His ingratiating, deferential deanor made him look exactly like a standard lackey.
A cute, lively young girl in Outer Sect Disciple robes was also affectionately tugging at Ye Jingchen’s sleeve. Her actions were innocent and charming yet properly asured, perfectly fitting the image of the junior sister in every man’s dreams.
Behind them followed a tall Inner Sect Disciple woman with a gentle temperant. Her expression was full of kindness, perfectly embodying the image of a tender senior sister.
Finally, a travel-worn, gray-haired middle-aged man walked unhurriedly at the rear, like a parent, murmuring reminders of one thing or another.
Such a group should have been quite eye-catching—especially the delicate junior sister and the gentle, beautiful senior sister.
Yet strangely, the people around them did not cast much attention toward these four puppets. It was not that they could not see them, but rather that they inexplicably lacked the attention such figures should have drawn.
Only Ye Jingchen continued to stride forward with his head held high, as if he were the sole protagonist of this world.
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