69novels Chapter 122 Pure Land of Bliss, Dragon Night Moon
Chapter 122 Pure Land of Bliss, Dragon Night Moon
Chapter 122 Pure Land of Bliss, Dragon Night Moon
"Ten days from now, nearly 100,000 people in Shrek City will be having nightmares?"
Looking at the contents recorded on the human skin paper, Na'er immediately understood that this thing was hiding crucial information again!
Putting everything else aside, it's like 100,000 people suddenly having the same nightmare. No matter how you look at it, it seems like someone is deliberately causing trouble to incite panic.
Such an obvious event was never mentioned by this human skin paper before; it was only after a deal was made with it that the tattered paper began to reveal the truth.
This wasn't the only time; the "future" that was swallowed by Gu Yue, mentioned before, was also like this.
The information provided by this human skin paper is always so one-sided, sketching out a general outline in just a few words, while never mentioning the key details, causes and consequences.
Of course, this could also be a kind of limitation.
After all, such supernatural tools that can predict the future usually have one or two restrictions; otherwise, if they could be used at will, wouldn't that lead to chaos?
"Well, at least it wasn't a complete loss."
Na'er sighed softly, flicked the parchment with her fair fingers, and quickly stopped worrying about this trivial matter.
Although this piece of paper may have ulterior motives, it is undeniable that it can indeed bring itself a lot of secret information that is unknown to the outside world.
Just like this time, it at least let her know the accurate movements of the Sky-Piercing Douluo, and also gave her foresight of the nightmare crisis that would sweep Shrek City in ten days.
With this information, she can make thorough preparations in advance, so as not to be caught off guard when the time comes.
"We finally managed to fool them."
Inside the villa area of the Spirit Pagoda, Lu Xingchen held "0-01" in his hand, looking at the magazine filled with writing, and couldn't help but reveal a wicked smile.
The seemingly magical human skin paper in Na'er's hand was naturally his work.
Speaking of which, the raw materials for this thing are quite peculiar; the main body is a level three sealed artifact—3—
"041" is a pornographic magazine, paired with a dragon scale that he shed after transforming into a dragon.
Through special processing, it became that incredibly realistic "human skin paper".
(PS: The function of "3-041" is explained in the section about the work above.)
In a sense, calling this paper "human skin paper" wouldn't be entirely wrong.
After all, dragon scales are the hardest skin on a dragon's body, so it's entirely plausible to say that paper made from dragon scales is a variant of "human skin".
The ability to communicate with Na'er is the "0-01" ability.
In truth, this was purely accidental. After Lu Xingchen made the human skin paper, he originally intended to tamper with it.
Unexpectedly, before he could take action, "0-01" jumped out first, forming a peculiar mystical connection with the original human skin paper.
One is a pen, and the other is paper.
The moment these two mysterious items met, it was as if fate had drawn them together, creating an invisible bridge between them.
"0-01" can silently transfer a part of its consciousness onto the human skin paper, thus using the human skin paper as a cover to conduct that seemingly fair transaction with Na'er.
When Lu Xingchen realized this, he was quite surprised, but after a moment's thought, he gladly accepted this unexpected joy.
After all, with the consciousness of "0-01" as a medium, communicating with Nar on the other side of the parchment would undoubtedly be much more convenient and discreet.
As for the ability of that human skin paper to foresee the future, it's really not that mysterious. It's not that it has any heaven-defying supernatural power, but rather that Lu Xingchen used the ability of "0-02" to predict the future and then transmitted it remotely through "0-01".
"Tsk tsk, as expected of the Silver Dragon King's half-body, his wealth is indeed substantial."
Lu Xingchen put away 0-01, his gaze sweeping over the tray on the other side of the stone table, a satisfied glint in his eyes.
On the tray, three spiritual plants exuding a rich life force were quietly placed: a ten-thousand-year-old dragon scale fruit, a ten-thousand-year-old dragon blood grass, and a ten-thousand-year-old dragon blood vine.
All of this was "earned" from Na'er through those previous transactions.
Ten-thousand-year-old spiritual objects are already priceless treasures, let alone those with the word "dragon" in their names, which makes them several times more valuable than ordinary ten-thousand-year-old spiritual objects.
In addition, in the corner of the tray, there was a small jade bottle containing another "transaction fee" paid by Na'er—twenty drops of the Silver Dragon King's blood.
Although it is not the essence blood containing the power of origin, the blood of the Silver Dragon King is itself the most top-grade natural treasure in the world.
"Well then, next—we should continue with the preparations for the ceremony." Lu Xingchen slowly stood up and put the spiritual items and jade bottle on the tray into his storage soul tool.
Since he had already told Na'er that something unusual would happen in ten days, he naturally sped up his preparations.
Ten days later, night fell.
The last rays of the setting sun disappeared behind the outline of Shrek City, and the dark color, like thick ink, slowly spread across the entire sky.
This once bustling and vibrant city, the premier city on the continent, has finally shed its daytime splendor.
Apart from the Shrek Academy buildings still bathed in warm light and a few streets where the night market had not yet dispersed, most of the area was shrouded in tranquility.
The evening breeze gently caressed the rows of houses, swirling up a few fallen leaves and making a soft rustling sound.
The people of the city, whether they were merchants who had been busy all day, artisans in workshops, or those outside the academy—
The stall owners, exhausted, all dragged their way home.
After washing up, they lay down on their own beds, whether simple or exquisite, and soon fell into a deep sleep, accompanied by the chirping of insects outside the window.
Meanwhile, in the villa area of the Spirit Pagoda headquarters.
"We can begin."
Lu Xingchen sat cross-legged on the bed, and fine silver dragon scales began to quietly emerge from under his skin, like the most exquisite silver armor, spreading inch by inch along his wrists, neck, and cheeks.
The scales fit together perfectly, shimmering with a cold and mysterious luster.
"Mythical creature form, activate!"
With a low shout, a vast and powerful spiritual wave suddenly erupted from Lu Xingchen's body.
The fluctuation was initially only at the Divine Origin Realm level, but in the blink of an eye, it surged wildly like a tsunami, breaking through the shackles and soaring upwards, forcefully reaching the level of a third-level god!
An invisible spiritual force spread outwards from him in all directions, causing the light in the entire room to seem to distort for a moment.
At that very moment, countless faint yet clear points of starlight appeared out of nowhere in Lu Xingchen's mental perception.
These starlight points are like stars scattered in the night sky. Each one represents a person he has entered into his dreams and quietly left a mental anchor for.
From ordinary merchants to Soul Masters, there were as many as 90,000.
A faint smile appeared on Lu Xingchen's lips.
With a thought, he activated the power of the "Audience" pathway. The invisible spiritual power, like a fine spider web, connected these spiritual anchors scattered throughout Shrek City.
The Mind Dragon is a born manipulator of minds. For him, silently connecting the consciousness of tens of thousands of people into the same dream is merely a matter of lifting a finger.
Feeling countless streams of consciousness converging in the same direction like streams flowing into the ocean, Lu Xingchen slowly opened his eyes, his gaze shimmering with silver light: "Let the ritual of Sequence Three begin."
"Phew—finally done."
In a small alley in the south of the city, Lin Feng dragged his heavy steps into his small house, which was less than 20 square meters.
He was an ordinary merchant in Shrek City, making a living by selling fruit from a small stall on the street. He was twenty-five years old this year, and his soul power had just reached level fifteen, making him a one-ring soul master who had just entered the threshold.
In small cities on the continent, the status of a Soul Master is considered superior, and they are respected wherever they go.
However, in Shrek City, this status seemed rather insignificant.
You could pick any random passerby here and they could be a Soul Master of the second or third ring, or even occasionally see a Soul King or Soul Emperor passing by.
For a Soul Master like him, who is still stuck at the first ring at the age of twenty-five, his future achievements are almost predictable, and he is no different from an ordinary person.
Many of his fellow villagers advised him to leave Shrek City and venture into those remote small towns.
With his status as a Soul Master and his reputation as a resident of Shrek City, he could have easily made a name for himself and lived a life ten times better than he does now.
But Lin Feng never even considered it.
He was a native of Shrek City, and from the moment he was born, he grew up listening to the legendary stories of Shrek Academy.
In his heart, Shrek City was the center of the world, a sacred place that all Soul Masters longed for. Even if he was just an insignificant little merchant there, he would be content.
After all, this is the number one city on the continent! Just the words "native inhabitants of Shrek City" are enough to make countless people outside green with envy.
Lin Feng collapsed onto the bed, feeling as if all the bones in his body had fallen apart.
He gazed at the few fine cracks in the ceiling, a slight smile involuntarily creeping onto his lips as he smugly planned, "If I save up a little more money, I'll go to Matchmaker Wang in the next alley next year to arrange a marriage. I'll try my best to marry a virtuous wife and have a big, healthy son. Then, I'll make sure he cultivates diligently and gets into Shrek Academy!"
Getting into Shrek Academy is the most fervent dream in the hearts of every Shrek City resident, and the supreme glory to bring honor to their ancestors.
In their eyes, Shrek Academy is a god-like existence, the ultimate hall for all soul masters.
With this beautiful dream in mind, Lin Feng's eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and he soon fell asleep.
However, not long after he fell asleep, a strange singing voice faintly entered his ears.
The singing was melodious and graceful, with an indescribable exotic charm. The melody was light and cheerful, yet it also had a touch of decadent elegance.
"Who is this?! Playing music in the middle of the night, can't a person get any sleep?"
Lin Feng frowned and opened his eyes, instinctively wanting to burst out cursing, "Believe it or not, I'll report you to the enforcement team tomorrow for disturbing the peace!"
But when his gaze swept over the top of his head, he froze instantly.
What came into view was not the familiar, mottled ceiling of his own home, but a magnificent dome with carved beams and painted rafters, inlaid with countless dazzling luminous pearls, illuminating the entire room as if it were daytime.
The bed beneath her was no longer a hard wooden plank bed, but a large dragon bed covered with velvet bedding, warm and soft to the touch.
"Where am I?"
Lin Feng was stunned. He sat up somewhat blankly and looked around.
The room was furnished with extreme luxury, with valuable calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls, exquisite jade artifacts in the corners, and a faint fragrance in the air.
Such a grand display is something that even the wealthiest business owners in the city might not be able to afford, let alone a small-time merchant like him.
"Is it a dream?" Lin Feng scratched his head, quickly realizing what was happening. Only in dreams could he live in such a luxurious place.
Just then, that peculiar singing rang out again, clearer than before.
It was a language he had never heard before, with a melodious tone and a captivating charm.
"Is this a folk song from another region? It sounds pretty good." Lin Feng muttered to himself, his curiosity piqued.
The next second, a line of golden text, like a bullet screen, suddenly appeared in mid-air in front of him, the font shimmering and exceptionally eye-catching:
[Next up is a timeless masterpiece of song and dance, titled "The Pure Land of Bliss"! Performed by our most stunningly beautiful woman!]
"The Pure Land of Bliss?" Lin Feng murmured these four words, his eyes filled with doubt. But soon, he understood.
After all, it was a dream, so even the strangest things could be explained. Besides, there was such a wonderful thing as a "great beauty performing a dance," and a sense of anticipation welled up in his heart.
"Where's the beauty? The song has been playing for ages, why hasn't the dancing beauty come out yet?" Lin Feng craned his neck, looking left and right, his eyes scanning the room anxiously.
Soon, his gaze settled on the edge of the bed.
There, a slender figure stood with her back to him, dancing gracefully to the light melody. Her movements were exquisite, her steps light, each movement carrying a unique rhythm that captivated Lin Feng.
He could clearly see that the figure was wearing a fiery red, high-slit cheongsam that outlined her exquisite curves, and her legs were wrapped in a pair of snow-white stockings that shimmered with a lustrous sheen under the light of the luminous pearl.
"Beautiful! So beautiful!"
Lin Feng's mouth was dry from watching, and he couldn't help but swallow hard, his eyes practically glued to the figure.
Just as he was captivated by the sight, another line of golden comments slowly scrolled by:
[Please give a round of applause to our legendary beauty—Long Yeyue, as she makes her dazzling entrance!]
"Dragon Night Moon————"
Lin Feng savored the name, finding it melodious and pleasing to the ear. "What a beautiful name! The person must be as beautiful as a fairy!"
He licked his slightly chapped lips, his heart pounding, his eyes fixed on the dancing figure.
As the melody reached its climax, the figure slowly turned around and gracefully walked towards the bed, her steps light and her dance exquisite.
Lin Feng's breathing became rapid instantly, and his eyes widened as if afraid of missing any detail.
One step, two steps —
The figure finally reached the bedside, slowly raised its head, and revealed its true form.
What came into Raymond Lam's view was not some stunningly beautiful woman.
It was clearly an old face covered with deep wrinkles, the skin dry and yellow like old tree bark, a head of white hair disheveled and unkempt, and a pair of cloudy eyes with a strange smile.
Yet, this woman, who looked exactly like an old woman, was wearing a brightly colored cheongsam, wrapped in snow-white stockings, and wearing high heels. She twisted her stiff body and approached him step by step.
"You—you—you—you—" Lin Feng's mind went blank for a moment, his lips trembled, and he couldn't utter a complete sentence for a long time.
When the old woman stretched out her withered, claw-like hands and reached towards his cheek, Lin Feng finally let out a heart-wrenching scream: "Don't come any closer!!!"
He suddenly shrank back, grabbed the blanket beside him, and wrapped it tightly around his body like a frightened little girl, trembling all over.
Similar scenes were playing out simultaneously in other regions, in addition to Lin Feng's location.
"Aaaaaah!!!"
Many people are destined to have a sleepless night.
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