I Truly Am The Villian-Chapter 1187 - 1186: The Dream of Three Thousand Years, Xiao Hen’s Challenge

Chapter 1187 -1186: The Dream of Three Thousand Years, Xiao Hen’s Challenge

“Have you heard of it? So what?” Xu Zimei asked.

“Among the Ten Divine Bodies, one of them is the Monster Pupil Heaven Holy Body. This divine body is renowned for its pupil techniques.

They are considered the pinnacle of the world. Do you truly believe you can break them?” Lai Canyin asked.

“Our Lai Family’s Startling Mirage Lotus is merely one of the techniques derived from the Monster Pupil,” Lai Canyin said.

“The Startling Mirage Lotus—is that what you just revealed?” Xu Zimei asked.

“It’s only half of it,” Lai Canyin replied.

“And what do you want me to teach you? The method to break illusions?” Xu Zimei asked.

“What could you possibly teach me?” Lai Canyin countered.

“To break an illusion, there is no shortcut. The best method is to steadfastly guard your Daoist Heart.

When your heart is firm, you will find freedom in all things,” Xu Zimei replied.

“Can you help me?” Lai Canyin asked.

Xu Zimei nodded slightly.

During his time on the Yuan Central Continent, he’d once learned a martial technique called “The Dream of Three Thousand Years.”

This technique had no offensive power but held an extraordinary effect.

It could conjure dreams, countless dreams of myriad forms.

Awaken from slumber, and it feels like three thousand years have passed—a world transformed, seas turned to mulberry fields.

Although the experiences within the dream were false, the tempering of one’s Daoist Heart within them was undeniably real.

The downside to this technique was its perilous nature.

Should someone become lost within their dreams, unable to distinguish dream from reality, they would truly experience three thousand years.

They’d become nothing but a pile of bones.

Xu Zimei waved his right hand, and the profound meaning of “The Dream of Three Thousand Years” enveloped his palm.

As his mastery grew, his control over such things became increasingly profound.

“Care to give it a try?” Xu Zimei asked.

“What is this?” Lai Canyin asked warily.

“A dream. I can craft boundless dreams for you, allowing you to experience things you’ve never encountered in your lifetime.”

Xu Zimei smiled and said, “You’ll feel the dream, but you mustn’t become consumed by it.

Ultimately, you mustn’t mistake the dream for reality.

It carries risks, but I can wake you in time. Want to give it a try?”

“Try,” Lai Canyin nodded.

Xu Zimei entered his room while Lai Canyin gently lay on the bed beside him.

He waved his right hand, and the dream’s profound meaning began to spread.

Lai Canyin fell into slumber within it.

Dreams are colorless, yet filled with all colors because of their contents.

As the profound meaning suffused the area, Lai Canyin visibly calmed.

Xu Zimei stood up, glanced at Lai Canyin, and left the room.

Xie Changliu walked beside him, smiling as he said, “That Miss Lai—handled?”

“Let’s head to the Nine Ghosts Academy,” Xu Zimei nodded in reply.

The two left the courtyard of this venerable place, walking along a forest path.

Nine Ghosts Academy was vast; even days of walking wouldn’t suffice to traverse it.

“What do you think of last night’s situation?” Xie Changliu asked as they walked.

“Seems like some kind of Principle or rule,” Xu Zimei mused.

“I’ve heard that the Ghost God Realm operates entirely under such rules. Imagine the strength of such a Principle,” Xie Changliu replied.

“This world is full of wonders. There will always be things we’ve never seen,” Xu Zimei laughed.

As they were chatting, the sound of wind rushed from not far away.

Xu Zimei reached out his hand and delicately caught a torn envelope emerging from the void.

On the envelope, two bright red characters—”Challenge”—stood out strikingly.

He opened the first page and saw four small words: “Arena Stage Awaiting.”

“What’s this?” Xu Zimei chuckled and shook his head.

“Someone has issued you a challenge letter,” Xie Changliu said, also laughing.

“Seems Xuan Min’s death didn’t teach them a lesson; instead, more grudges have come,” Xu Zimei said with a smirk.

Flames sprouted from his hand, and the envelope turned to ashes in an instant.

He waved his hand and said, “Let’s go have a look.”

…

On the Arena Stage,

the withering autumn wind blew past, and the ghostly trees on either side scattered blackened leaves into the void.

Hundreds of Nine Ghosts Academy students had already gathered nearby.

“Do you think he’ll show up?”

“I don’t think so. This time, Senior Xiao Hen personally stepped forward. Apart from the Eight Ghost Prodigies, who would dare accept the challenge?”

“I disagree. No matter how strong Senior Xiao Hen is, he’s just a newcomer. Don’t forget—there’s the saying ‘a newborn calf fears no tiger.’ With his mindset, I doubt he’d back down.”

“Keep your voice down, he’s here.”

As the figures of Xu Zimei and Xie Changliu appeared in the distance, the initially noisy crowd fell silent.

Xu Zimei stood firm, his gaze sweeping across the crowd, and asked, “Who sent the challenge letter?”

“It was Senior Xiao Hen,” someone replied nearby.

Xu Zimei lowered his gaze to the Arena Stage below, where a man was seated cross-legged atop the Azure Dragon Blade.

The man sat atop the dragon’s head, a wide saber standing upright beside him.

The saber was a meter wide, its blade groove interwoven with countless sharp cuts, giving it an imposing and heavy appearance.

The man wore a plain gray robe.

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“Come down and fight,” Xiao Hen said impassively upon seeing Xu Zimei arrive, standing up slowly.

The gray robe behind him billowed in the wind.

“We don’t seem to know each other,” Xu Zimei said.

“To cut you down is to establish the academy’s prestige,” Xiao Hen replied curtly.

Xu Zimei chuckled, his gaze once again sweeping across the crowd. He said, “Does anyone else here wish to challenge me?

If so, come together. One by one is far too much of a hassle.”

The crowd exchanged uneasy looks. With Senior Xiao Hen stepping forward, who among them would dare intervene?

“Come down,” Xiao Hen leapt down, his figure landing squarely on the Arena Stage.

The wide saber atop the Azure Dragon’s head was also unsheathed, a sound of grinding metal echoing in the air.

He held the wide blade in his hand, its increasingly sharp blade intent rippling through the void around them.

“After killing you, would anyone else dare challenge me?” Xu Zimei asked as he walked down leisurely, a trace of boredom in his voice.

“None of the Ghost Prodigies can defeat me,” Xiao Hen responded with arrogance.

“Then go bring one of those Ghost Prodigies to fight me,” Xu Zimei replied.

Hearing Xu Zimei’s words, Xiao Hen’s gaze hardened, and he said indifferently, “The Nine Ghost Prodigies are engaged in secluded cultivation; they have no time for the likes of you.

Still, after killing Xuan Min, the Four Symbols Vein won’t let you off.”

“Your Nine Ghosts Academy’s messy affairs truly seem endless,” Xu Zimei said, shaking his head slightly.

“Draw your blade; since you’re seeking death, I’ll grant it.”

“Who dies is yet to be seen,” Xiao Hen said, his voice sharp.

He drew his blade, its heavy back trembling slightly.

Finally, it tore through the firmament before him, a silver light erupting overhead like a torrent and cascading down towards Xu Zimei.

Xu Zimei tilted his head up, shooting a glance at Xiao Hen.

In that instant, the void froze solid.

Xiao Hen became petrified, his entire body stiff in place. The blade in his hand remained poised for the strike, yet it would never fall.

It was as though the void had transformed into an impenetrable stone, enveloping him completely.