IOAFD - 1158. Dream Realm (Patreon)

Chen Wentian glanced at the junior monk and asked, “Zhe Lu, what is going on?”

“Senior brother…” The junior brother quickly bowed, “My apologies, senior brother. Miss Jiu heard about your condition and asked to help. She says she can treat your insomnia and nightmares. I wanted to tell you about this but she came here before I had the chance.”

“What?”

Chen Wentian asked around to figure out the situation and it seemed that they were telling the truth. Through whatever method, Jiu Yurong managed to enter the top level of the Nine Cloud Tower, past all the disciples of the Southern Temple as well as numerous elders. There was even a Spirit Lord present, Abbot Iron Palm, but she also managed to convince him. There was nothing Chen Wentian or Zhe Xu could do. He could only accept it, especially after Abbot Iron Palm came up to specifically tell him to follow Jiu Yurong’s treatment.

Chen Wentian gazed up at the devastating beauty of Jiu Yurong. She was short and petite, with a heart-shaped face that perfectly suited her small stature. Her features were exquisite, like a doll that had come to life. She was the perfect lover in every man’s dreams.

Her reputation as the most beautiful woman of the Western Wumu Subcontinent wasn’t a boast. She was comparable to Long Yifei. Perhaps she didn’t have the same effect on him as Long Yifei but her mere presence was enough to shock other people’s hearts.

“Miss Jiu, would you like a drink?” He gestured to the junior to bring some more tea.

“Thank you, Big Brother Xu. But there is no need,” She replied with a smile.

She already greeted him so intimately after their first meeting. It was really strange. The rest of the continent thought of Jiu Yurong like an angel. But he had seen her other side. The way she had taken over the minds of those three men within the divine beast graveyard was truly something to be afraid of.

“I heard you came alone?” He asked, “Where are the other members of the Ether Royal Clan? Didn’t you also enter the Three Rivers Treasure Valley alone? Won’t your family be worried about you?”

Jiu Yurong remained all smiles under his questions, “The Ether Royal Clan likes to make friends everywhere. I assure you, you don’t have to worry about me, although I appreciate your thoughtfulness.”

The two chatted for a little while. He asked a few more questions but she provided no clear answers. She asked a few questions in return, mostly about his condition. Finally, there was nothing else to talk about.

“Big Brother Xu, shall we try out the treatment?”

They were now alone. Even Abbot Iron Palm wasn’t around, having left the Nine Cloud Tower for an errand. But it wasn’t like Chen Wentian was afraid. Whatever tricks this woman had, he decided to confront them head-on.

“Please, you may begin.”

Jiu Yurong smiled and sat down on the recliner with him. She placed a gentle hand on his cheek.

“Sleep, Big Brother Xu… let Rong’er take all of your trouble away.”

She leaned against him, resting her small body on top of his.

“Hold me… and don’t think of anything else…”

Chen Wentian’s vision blurred and his thoughts became muddled. He soon entered a mysterious state. The Nine Cloud Tower disappeared as he entered the world of dreams.

He dreamed of nothing in particular at first. Then, it focused on the Southern Temple. He lived through several profound moments in his youth, from joining the sect to becoming an inner temple disciple. He then dreamed of the moment he was named the senior brother, one of the proudest moments of his life.

The dream shifted to recent times, to the start of the Immortal Sect Competition and entering the Three Rivers Treasure Valley. He met Ming He of the Eastern Light Clan and even fought a magnificent duel.

It was at this point that Chen Wentian decided the dream had gone far enough. He took control of Zhe Xu’s soul and forcibly overwhelmed the dream Dao. In a flash, the duel with Ming He disappeared and was replaced by a surprised Jiu Yurong. Both of them were still in the dream realm but she was no longer in control.

Her mysterious dream Dao was indeed very strong, so strong that it could easily overwhelm a cultivator at the peak of the lesser realms like Zhe Xu. However, Zhe Xu’s soul was now Chen Wentian’s. At the same time, each soul within his soul realm was still disparate, meaning that something like a dream Dao only affected one soul and not every soul within the soul realm. This was the inherent strength of the Anatta Soul Nirvana Art.

“Little girl, you are in big trouble,” He said casually, walking towards her.

“You… how?” Jiu Yurong tried to leave but found that she couldn’t move.

All of a sudden, the dream shifted and she found herself tied to a bed. Her clothes had changed and she was only wearing a red silk nightgown.

“Wait… who are you? You are not Zhe Xu!” She tried to struggle but it was futile.

She watched helplessly as he climbed onto the bed and crawled towards her.

He smiled as he ripped the frail silk, revealing her petite breasts, “Beautiful…”

He kissed her pink nub and bit it a little, causing her to hiss, “Tell me, what are you trying to accomplish, taking over so many men to be your mind-controlled slaves? Is it fun?”

She didn’t reply and tried to summon her dream Dao. He simply swept it away with a wave of spiritual energy.

He then slid a hand down her stomach and in between her legs.

“Don’t you dare…” She said weakly.

He felt her slit, completely smooth and hairless.

“Don’t…” She was about to cry.

He slid a finger to pry her apart and feel her heat.

“Don’t…”

He was just about to push the finger inside to tease her inner depths when her voice suddenly changed.

“Bastard!”

A gust of spiritual strength swept him off his feet until he was suspended in mid-air. It was then that he saw that another woman had appeared in the dream. She was older than Jiu Yurong but their features were similar. She was also stunningly beautiful.

The woman waved her hand and Jiu Yurong reappeared in regular clothes.

“Who are you?” Chen Wentian asked, “Are you the queen of the Ether Royal Clan?”

The woman stared at him coldly, “You don’t need to know who I am. All you need to know is that you belong to me from now on.”

The woman unleashed a burst of mysterious power.

Zhe Xu was forcibly returned to the prior dream where he was dueling Ming He. He once again became lost in a dream, one that was at least in the Spirit Lord Realm. In this state, his body, mind, and spirit were no longer under his control.

Chen Wentian could, of course, fight back against the dream Dao as a Spirit King. But he didn’t know anything about the Ether Royal Clan or this immortal woman so he didn't want to reveal himself. If he had to guess, this dream Dao had a similar effect to his soul art, in that they could both be used to build an army of slaves and informants. They could also create a dream realm that was separate from the real world, as evidenced by the immortal’s appearance.

Perhaps the Ether Royal Clan was doing the same thing as him, gradually expanding their influence until they could take over an entire region. It was a scary thought. The world was so vast and contained countless paths of cultivation. He couldn’t be sure if this dream Dao was a nirvana art. It was the first one that could make him feel threatened.

Chen Wentian decisively gave up on Zhe Xu. He abandoned this newly acquired soul, leaving him lost in a perpetual dream. He didn’t want to fight the Ether Royal Clan at the moment.

At least, he now knew there was such an opponent hiding in the Western Wumu Subcontinent. He would be careful. He would be prepared.

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