6kv Chapter 87 Entering the Dream
Chapter 87 Entering the Dream
Chapter 87 Entering the Dream (Please subscribe and vote with monthly tickets)
The white mist entered his body, but Qin Chuan was completely unaware.
After seeing Zheng Ding off, he spent some more time at the Heaven on Earth gambling den before returning to Aunt Liu's house after the den closed.
After tidying up, Qin Chuan lay on the bed and began to summarize his gains for the day.
First and foremost is the Butcher profession. These past two days, Qin Chuan hasn't been idle; he's been reporting to Song Tou before dawn every day to slaughter pigs, gut them, and debone them...
After two days, I successfully upgraded the Butcher class to Iv2 in the early hours of this morning.
After his level increased, Qin Chuan clearly felt that his understanding of livestock body structure had deepened.
In the past, deboning pork required feeling your way in the air, but now, as soon as you place your hand on the bone, you know exactly what to do. The knife follows the bone, and the meat separates naturally, which is quite reminiscent of the legendary butcher Ding carving up an ox.
Song Tou looked at Du Qingzui and said that Guan Sheng was just cut out for this job.
Then came the Five Elements and Twelve Forms taught by Liu Ding.
He had already learned the tiger and deer forms in the past two days, and he has now learned the bear form.
Tigers strengthen bones, deer nourish tendons, and bears increase strength.
The bear-style training focuses on developing the skin and flesh.
Simply put, it can increase Qin Chuan's strength and make him more resistant to blows.
Because of his prior practice of the "Iron Body" technique, Qin Chuan's progress in the bear form was not slow.
Moreover, after practicing this bear form, he could feel his blood and qi becoming much more active, with a warm current flowing through his body. Although it was still very weak and intermittent, it meant that he was getting closer and closer to the entry level of the Blood Condensation Realm.
At the academy, although the preliminary examination is drawing ever closer, his knowledge is also increasing, and his learning speed will accelerate further once he levels up as a [Scholar]...
As he pondered, Qin Chuan felt himself getting sleepier and sleepier.
The drowsiness came quickly and suddenly, as if someone had hit him on the back of the head with a club, and his consciousness became blurred in just a few breaths.
He couldn't help but yawn, his eyelids drooping heavily, and before he could think about anything, he fell asleep completely.
In his dazed state, Qin Chuan felt as if someone was calling him from the side.
"My lord—my lord—"
The voice was soft and melodious, with an indescribable charm, as if whispered in someone's ear.
Qin Chuan frowned, then opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was a dim candlelight, its soft light enveloping the entire room in a warm glow.
Everything inside was hazy, as if seen through a thin veil, making it difficult to see clearly.
Then he saw a figure standing by the bed.
The figure was graceful and elegant.
She wore only a light gauze dress, as thin as a cicada's wing, which was almost transparent in the candlelight.
There was nothing beneath the gauze dress, only her full breasts were faintly visible, rising and falling slightly with her breath, outlining a breathtaking curve beneath the gauze.
Her waist was so slender it could be encircled by a single hand, and her hips were round and full. The hem of her gauze dress barely covered the top of her thighs, revealing two straight and slender legs that made people want to explore them.
"My lord—" the woman called again, her voice carrying an indescribable mix of allure and grievance, "I've been calling you for so long, why did it take you so long to wake up?"
Qin Chuan shook his head, feeling somewhat groggy, as if he had just fallen asleep after staying up for three nights straight and had been woken up immediately. He glanced at the woman's face, feeling that it looked somewhat familiar, but he couldn't quite place her. He then asked, "Who are you?"
Hearing this, the woman covered her mouth and chuckled, her laughter so loud it made her body tremble. Her gauze dress swayed gently with her laughter, and her full breasts swayed seductively. "My lord," she said, "have you forgotten? I am yours."
As she spoke, the woman swayed her hips and slowly leaned towards Qin Chuan on the bed. Qin Chuan sat on the bed, motionless, his eyes somewhat dazed. A smug look flashed in the woman's eyes. When the distance between them was less than a body length, the dazed look on Qin Chuan's face vanished instantly, without any warning or hesitation.
Qin Chuan pounced like a tiger, bringing a whistling sound as he slammed his fist down on the woman's face!
This punch, with the full power of a tiger, was delivered without reservation!
But the instant his fist struck, Qin Chuan felt as if his punch had landed on nothingness, striking no solid object. All his force vanished without a trace. The woman's figure suddenly dissolved into a hazy mist and disappeared. Then, a voice drifted softly from the window, filled with grievance and resentment, "My lord, how cruel you are! I came to see you with good intentions, and you, with one punch, try to kill me."
Qin Chuan withdrew his fist and looked out the window. He saw that the woman had been leaning against the window at some point, her face showing a tearful expression, her eyes slightly red, and her lips pursed, as if she had suffered a great injustice.
Upon seeing this, Qin Chuan frowned deeply. This woman's methods were truly beyond his expectations. At such close range, his punch hadn't even touched her.
That ability to transform into mist and disappear is not like martial arts, but rather like the ghostly arts described in ancient tales of the strange and supernatural.
Could I be encountering a ghost?
By the window, Lian'er was also observing Qin Chuan. This was the first time someone had remained so clear-headed under her methods. In the past, who among those who entered her dreams hadn't been bewitched by her with just a few words, allowing her to manipulate them at will?
The young man in front of her first pretended to be stupid to lure her closer, and then suddenly attacked with a punch. His attack was ruthless and merciless. If she were not inhuman, that punch would have killed an ordinary woman long ago.
Watching the woman's figure, Qin Chuan clenched his fists. Whether she was a person or a ghost, he couldn't just sit and wait to die.
Qin Chuan opened the job panel, wanting to see if there were any skills that could be used, but as soon as the thought crossed his mind, there was nothing in front of him.
There was no translucent text, no familiar interface. Qin Chuan felt a chill and instantly realized that there was definitely something wrong with the environment he was in; it was probably not the real world.
He had been thinking about school and martial arts, but then he became so sleepy that the drowsiness came too quickly and too intensely, and it was not the way he should fall asleep naturally.
This must be a dream!
Qin Chuan secretly pinched himself, trying to use physical stimulation to escape the dream. Pain can awaken the dreamer, which is the most direct method.
But to his surprise, he remained standing in the same spot, not leaving the dream, and could still feel that real pain.
That's not right.
Qin Chuan frowned, and made a judgment in his mind. This must be that woman's unique method, which can make people have a real feeling in the dream.
Seeing that Qin Chuan wasn't making any big moves, Lian'er, who was by the window, also began to prepare to take action. Since soft tactics weren't working, she would have to resort to hard tactics.
Just moments later, a strong wind suddenly swept in outside the window.
The wind howled fiercely, like some ghostly thing howling in the wind, or like countless mouths crying, making one's scalp tingle.
At the same time, fog began to rise inside the room.
The white mist seeped out from the ground, from the walls, and from the rooftop, as if it were alive, slowly spreading towards Qin Chuan's feet.
In the mist, shadowy figures moved about, indistinct and unclear, accompanied by an extremely cold aura, like countless dead hands slowly stroking Qin Chuan's calves upwards.
If this scene and this feeling were experienced by anyone else, they would probably be terrified and flee for their lives.
But Qin Chuan looked at the churning mist and listened to the howling wind, but his expression didn't change at all. Instead, he became certain of one thing: this woman probably couldn't do anything to him.
Otherwise, with her abilities, why would she need to create such a big fuss to scare herself?
Only those who are outwardly strong but inwardly weak, all bluster and no substance, like to intimidate others with their bluster.
Qin Chuan snorted coldly, "Bluster and charades!"
>