The next morning, when Ye Yu woke again, he recalled that strange sensation—and found it utterly bizarre.
He clearly wasn’t sleepy... so why did that man co, murmur a few words, and imdiately send him back to sleep? And why had an entire day passed in the blink of an eye?
Sothing was definitely off!
Just as Ye Yu was pondering this, that now-familiar man appeared once more, performing the sa gentle routine and using the sa soothing voice.
Ye Yu raised his little fists to resist, but to no avail. Within monts, he was plunged into slumber again.
When he finally awoke, it was already the third day.
“What the dragon and horse is going on here?!” he thought in exasperation. “How can this keep happening? What does that male demon want with —this tiny demon infant? Is he so kind of pervert?”
Ye Yu stared blankly at the ceiling. Soon enough, the familiar male demon reappeared at the door, all warmth and harmless smiles on the surface—but underneath, danger lurked.
On his seventh birthday, Ye Yu was finally able to live like a normal demon child and break free of these blackout sleeps.
He later learned that the man who visited for one minute every day was nad Ye Tong—his father and a renowned ng Mo, a dream demon capable of controlling others’ dreams. Though his power was slightly inferior to a Heart Demon’s, it was still formidable.
In this dream-realm existence, Ye Yu hardly retained any mories. He was barely awake before being forced back to sleep again. This was Ye Tong’s deliberate design—to strengthen Ye Yu’s immunity to dream demons. Every young dream demon had to undergo the sa trial.
Ye Yu’s adoptive mother, Lu Cixin—a Force Demon—found the whole practice unnecessary. She believed demon children should frolic endlessly to build strong bodies. “Sleep all day and you’ll turn stupid,” she’d say.
Whenever his parents argued—never lasting more than ten breaths—Ye Tong would grow impatient with Lu Cixin’s nagging and lull her to sleep too. Everything would grow peaceful as the entire world seed to fall silent. From that, Ye Yu learned never to heed his mother’s advice—only the strong held truth. Besides, a bit more sleep never hurt anyone, and it even activated Dream Realm talents!
For seven years straight, Ye Yu was slumbering under the dream demon’s enchantnt. Heavenly Dao Rewards Diligence: the system acknowledged his endurance and granted him 100% immunity to ng Mo interference.
When the triumphant system ssage rang in his mind, Ye Yu was overjoyed. Winning without effort—pure victory! From then on, any dream demon he faced would be nothing but lambs to the slaughter, utterly powerless before him. What a wonderful Heavenly Dao Rewards Diligence gift.
At that mont, another thought struck him: if this thod triggered Heavenly Dao Rewards Diligence, what if he let Mother Lu Cixin beat him for seven years—ten hours a day—would he beco completely immune to Force Demon attacks as well?
Of course, that idea was quickly dismissed. Ignoring feasibility and pain, just suggesting it to Lu Cixin would earn him the title of “utter fool.” Who would volunteer for beatings? Such mortifying behavior for an uncertain future would be downright stupid.
So Ye Yu abandoned that notion. Instead, he went to find his father, Ye Tong, and told him not to induce sleep anymore—his resistance was proven. Ye Tong tried again, and indeed Ye Yu did not fall asleep. Pleased, Ye Tong praised him for passing the ancestral trial and approaching qualification as a true dream demon. “Next,” he said, “you must learn how to lull others into dreams. This is the ancestral lore—read it and then practice on so demonic beasts, progressing step by step.”
He handed Ye Yu an ancient to and departed. Remarkably, there was wisdom to be found in these dream-demon teachings.
Ye Yu began to study the book seriously. Half an incense-stick later, he faced reality: cultivation texts were beyond him. Though he was already an Immortal King–level powerhouse in the waking world, he had never formally cultivated—even in dreams. How could he grasp ng Mo lore filled with phrases like “refine dream into illusion, make illusion real”?
He understood each word, but not the concepts as a whole. It was disheartening. Just as he prepared to give up, he rembered his Dream Talent, Heavenly Dao Rewards Diligence. Effort would bring reward!
If he couldn’t understand after one reading, he would read ten tis, a hundred tis—until his talent triggered. So Ye Yu sat cross-legged and forced himself through the archaic text again and again.
One ti, two tis, three tis...
His Dream Talent proved more powerful than expected. After just twenty-three readings, the system’s voice spoke:
“Host, you have continuously studied the dream-demon lore. Heavenly Dao Rewards Diligence—your efforts have been noted by Heaven. Reward granted: Partial Mastery of Dream-Demon Arts!”
Ye Yu’s heart leaped—this thod worked. Then let’s go again!
He spent the entire afternoon, reading the book ninety-seven tis. At last, the system declared:
“Host, your mastery is complete. Reward granted: Full Mastery of Dream-Demon Arts!”
At the sa tier, he could now effortlessly send enemies into dreamless slumber and control their dreams—dream-world assassinations! This, indeed, was the innate talent of a ng Mo.
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