Chapter 3: Dream? Reality?

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Chapter 3: Dream? Reality?

Having witnessed many Jianghu battles, Master Zuo Han Sheng had a special fondness for his disciples. He never forced them to train rigorously – living peacefully seemed to be his ultimate wish for his students.

“Clan disciples who read extensively since childhood, knowledgeable yet lacking martial prowess.”

Zuo Meng smiled bitterly. No wonder he’d remembered so many ancient texts for preaching in dreams – it was all accumulated knowledge. In peaceful times, this might have earned him a top scholar position and comfortable official life. But this war-torn world had its courts propped up by Jianghu sects, where clan disciples ranked above officials, much like the Fengyun realm.

“Swordsmanship dominates here, paired with inner strength that comes in tiers. The mightiest can vanish like shadows, decapitating generals amidst armies. The current Liuhe Sect leader possesses such power.”

This confirmed it remained a martial-centered world.

“Focus on swordsmanship first. Build inner strength slowly.”

This had been Zuo Meng’s plan since arriving. Yet progress proved difficult – if martial training were easy, his predecessor would’ve succeeded. Still, Zuo Meng clung to hope. His recent dreams felt significant, explaining his Dream World creation attempts. If dreams could influence reality, everything might change.

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“Slow accumulation then.”

Sensing his hair-thin inner energy, Zuo Meng sighed.

“Senior Brother, morning practice.”

Junior Sister Zuo Qiu’s voice rang out. The spirited heroine wore a blue robe and carried a Long Sword, much like TV drama warriors. But Zuo Meng knew she shared his predicament – their mediocre skills resulted from Master Zuo Han Sheng’s lax teaching.

Moss-covered stone steps showed their age. The Liuhe Sect founders had chosen wisely – their current mountain stronghold once belonged to an ancient clan.

Surrounding them were energetic youths of similar age. Beyond the steps lay a small town-sized compound with tea houses and breweries. Zuo Meng marveled at the pre-industrial architecture, realizing this world differed greatly from his former shut-in life’s memories.

“Carriages?”

Boarding a carriage with fellow swordsmanship students, Zuo Meng estimated the sect’s population neared ten thousand – fitting for the influential Liuhe Alliance.

“Senior Brother, Master’s traveling for half-month. Direct training questions to the Teaching Elder.” Zuo Qiu sat beside him.

“Gone again?”

Zuo Meng shook his head. Their master disappeared nine days out of ten, explaining why their sect faced takeover.

“How’s your Taiyuan Sword Techniques?”

“Better than yours!”

Zuo Qiu shut down the conversation.

Rubbing his nose, Zuo Meng better understood his Junior Sister’s temperament.

Hmm?

Zuo Meng stiffened. Strange chains materialized in his vision – familiar Dream World constructs used during “Earth-Fire-Wind-Water” stabilization. Law chains.

Dream law chains…

In the real world?

Others showed no reaction. He alone saw them.

“Dreams bleeding into reality? Or inherent world laws?”

His attempt to touch the chains failed.

The carriage halted abruptly.

When the carriage stopped, the law chains vanished, and Zuo Meng’s vision returned to normal. Without time to investigate further, he followed the disciples off the carriage into a vast training hall. This place was for practicing basic inner energy cultivation—swordsmanship and other martial arts were usually taught outdoors.

The room smelled of sandalwood incense, its front wall bearing a massive carved “sword” character. Meditation cushions lay beneath it. Zuo Meng and his Junior Sister took a corner spot. Soon, an old man with a white beard in gray robes emerged.

“Today’s lesson covers the cultivation method of Xuan Jiao Muscle…”

He began lecturing to himself, paying no attention to the disciples. The scene reminded Zuo Meng of preaching to chaotic beings in his Dream World. Now seated below, he finally understood their confusion—karma struck swiftly.

“These Qingling Pills are benefits for inner disciples.”

After droning on endlessly, the old man distributed pills like company perks. Thanks to their master Zuo Han Sheng’s status as an elder, Zuo Meng and his Junior Sister each received one.

“Huh?”

As Zuo Meng held the Qingling Pill, the vanished chains reappeared. The pill’s medicinal energy became visible as a swirling vapor that flowed into his index finger. The pill itself now resembled worthless ash.

“Brother, what’s wrong?”

“You don’t see it?” Zuo Meng flexed his finger.

“See what?”

Junior Sister Zuo Qiu saw only a spent pill in his hand. “Nothing.”

Relieved others couldn’t perceive it, Zuo Meng relaxed.

“Ridiculous,” his Junior Sister scoffed, turning away.

Why not try? Having manipulated law chains extensively in the Dream World, Zuo Meng knew their workings. Since the Teaching Elder’s lecture made no sense and gradual cultivation seemed too slow, perhaps this could change his fate. He touched the chains.

His finger made contact this time—no phantom passing through.

Rewrite heaven and earth.

Failure.

Moving mountains and overturning seas.

Failure.

Unchangeable?

Zuo Meng first tried altering reality, but the chains didn’t budge. Multiple attempts proved useless—the real world’s law chains were far sturdier than the Dream World’s.

“Not immutable… just beyond my current strength.”

He realized the truth. In the Dream World, he’d been an omnipotent creator. Here, he was weaker than ordinary people, possessing only the wisp of energy absorbed from the Qingling Pill.

“If external changes fail, perhaps internal ones…”

Examining his hair-thin inner energy, Zuo Meng decisively used the chains to rewrite himself…

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