“Ah!” The pain of his soul being burned surpassed any physical torment. Though Shen Muqing had a firm will, he found it difficult to endure such torture, screaming repeatedly and losing the awe-inspiring demeanor of a Law Enforcement Disciple.
“Enjoy the pain of death to your heart’s content,” the black shadow said.
“If you kill me, the Beast Taming Sect will never let you go. My Master is a Spirit Transformation expert,” Shen Muqing threatened, his voice betraying his inner fear.
“Rest assured, after I kill you, no one will suspect this lonely king,” the black shadow said casually, holding a bronze wine goblet in his hand, looking very pleased.
“Are you from the Demon Sect? If you spare my life, I can be an internal informant for you! Do you want to know about the Thousand Lake World? I can help you inquire,” Shen Muqing begged shamelessly amidst the raging flames.
“So, what do you know? Tell me,” a playful smile appeared on the black shadow’s face.
“The events in the Thousand Lake World are mainly related to our sect’s Li Chonglong, he is a reincarnated Great Power with miraculous abilities, but after Ancestor inspected him, he deemed his talent ordinary, and he is currently under the research of several Grand Elders.”
Shen Muqing hastily revealed everything he knew.
The black shadow nodded slightly, thinking that Li Zhang Lao was truly unlucky, but at least this gave him a reason to escape. “I’ve told you everything I know, please extinguish this flame first,” Shen Muqing continued to plead.
“No, what you said is worthless, so you must die,” the black shadow refused, shaking his head.
“Why? There’s no grudge between us, why do you want to kill me?” Shen Muqing roared, realizing now that the black shadow’s target was his life.
“Because you just look annoying.” The black shadow suddenly moved, punching Shen Muqing in the head, breaking his teeth and tongue, completely silencing him.
Only that scream remained, and finally everything turned to ash, his soul dissipating without a trace.
A small black shadow was left where he stood, seemingly ordinary and blending in with its surroundings.
The black shadow smiled slightly; this experiment was partially successful. The hatred for Cao Cao had indeed condensed into a faint image of Cao Cao with weak power, and though the power was meager, it was a good start.
In the small town down the mountain, Qing Feng was a little drunk, a faint smile appearing on his face.
Through dream cultivation, one can also enter others' dreams to preach, clarify doubts, or bestow immortal dreams; this is a basic method. Of course, one can also kill people and seize souls in dreams.
To reach the Golden Core stage, a complete set of preparations is needed to enter dreams; at the Nascent Soul stage, only a few small tricks are required, and if the distance is not far, one can easily enter dreams. Once a soul is cut and seized in a dream, it means complete death.
Although this method is ruthless, if it fails, it just means Cao Cao killed him, and it has nothing to do with himself.
Thinking of this, Qing Feng’s smile deepened. He half-drunkenly opened his eyes and looked at his Senior and Junior Brothers who were celebrating with drinks.
The great victory over Hu Ji Peak, coupled with Lu Ran’s joyous news of finding a partner, made Chen Ming Peak extraordinarily lively.
Even Qin Yue, who usually didn't drink, had quite a bit of alcohol. Her unadorned face was flushed with a faint blush, making her exceptionally charming.
Although Qing Feng had grown up with Qin Yue since childhood, and they had even shared a bed when they were young, this was the first time he had seen Qin Yue drunk, and his heart couldn’t help but stir.
He shook his head violently. Was it due to too much alcohol, or had he picked up some of Cao Cao’s traits while playing him in the dream?
However, wasn’t it said that Cao Wei liked others’ wives, Eastern Wu preferred lolis, and Shu Han was all about bros?
Cao Cao’s spirit should prefer married women. But Senior Sister is not in that situation.
So, which dynasty preferred older women? Qing Feng pondered seriously, but helplessly realized his historical knowledge was insufficient to find an answer.
So he decided to continue resting and consider how to improve the dream story. First, he needed to understand everyone's interests, as the most important thing for a novel is to have readers. Even the same classical story needs different ways of telling.
For example, the story of Nezha’s Uproar in the Sea could be the version from the Three Teachings’ Search for Deities, or from Investiture of the Gods, or even Nezha: Prince Awakens or the Nezha: Birth of the Demon Child version. The key is who the target audience is. First, survey the market, and it’s best if there are more characters in the story.
Huh? Wait, why are there so many people?
Young and old, rich and poor, are they all here?
“Hey, step with me, brave heroes, let’s roam the green mountains together, forever young. Why speak of youthful ambitions with sorrow? Don’t, don’t look back, no matter which tower the Yellow Crane flies to.”
This melody echoed in Qing Feng’s mind. He couldn’t help but shake his head, sighing that this ancient melody was truly unforgettable.
However, this is the one. After all, Lu Dongbin, as the head of the Eight Immortals and the progenitor of sword cultivation, coupled with a few heroic words like “If not for I, Lu Chunyang, it would be an eternal long night,” will surely become an idol in the hearts of the Beast Taming Sect Disciples.
“You guys, going down the mountain to drink and not returning all night.”
The next morning, on Chen Ming Peak’s sword practice ground, from Third Senior Brother Men Shao all the way to Qing Feng, everyone stood obediently before Qin Heng, receiving a lecture, even Qin Yue was no exception.
“Why is no one speaking? Especially you, Qing Feng, you’re quite capable! When did I ever mention the marriage of Sixth Junior Brother and Fairy Su Yan to Sakurazhou Fairy?” Qin Heng asked, looking directly at Qing Feng.
“Ah? Master, there’s no such thing, right?” Lu Ran suddenly interjected.
“It’s fine, when Master goes to talk to Sakurazhou Fairy again, won’t it happen? As long as the outcome is good, paying first or later is a small matter. I’ve already spoken to Senior Sister, and she said she’d talk to her Master when she gets back,” Qing Feng replied.
“Brother, you’re truly righteous,” Lu Ran gave Qing Feng a thumbs up.
“It’s a small matter,” Qing Feng waved his hand casually.
“Righteous? A small matter?” Qin Heng waved his hand, and two streams of power struck Qing Feng and Lu Ran’s arms, leaving red marks. The two winced in pain, retracting their hands.
“Should I prepare more wine for you to have a good chat? Did you consider my feelings? So it’s all arranged, is that right?” Qin Heng said angrily, lecturing them one by one. Is the occasion important or not? Do you respect me or not?
“Yes, yes, yes, in the future, before speaking nonsense, I will definitely ask Master for instructions first,” Qing Feng hastily flattered.
“Right, right, right, Master, my lifelong happiness depends entirely on you,” Lu Ran pleaded.
“We’ll talk about it after you achieve good results in the Ziyan Sword Debate,” Qin Heng replied.
“Don’t be like that, Master, the Ziyan Sword Debate is still three years away. How am I supposed to endure these three years?” Lu Ran cried out.
“Indeed, Master, when it comes to getting a wife, if you act too slowly, she’ll truly be gone! Senior Brother and Senior Sister Su Yan are truly in love. If you procrastinate, you’ll lose a good daughter-in-law!” Qing Feng added.
“That’s right, Master, even if it’s not for the sake of cultivation, you should consider Sixth Junior Brother’s happiness. This matter cannot be delayed,” Third Senior Brother Men Shao echoed.