"No!"
Even after six years, Tang Lin still vividly remembered his boss's hateful face.
Enraged, he slammed his hand on the chair.
With a snap, a scene that shocked Tang Lin unfolded.
He discovered that his palm strike had actually broken the armrest of the wooden chair.
His palms were only slightly red, and he didn't feel much pain.
"This is... could it be that the internal energy I cultivated in my dream is still there?"
Tang Lin was overjoyed and immediately circulated his internal energy.
But soon, his expression changed from disappointment to joy, a very complex mix.
Just as he had guessed, he actually did possess internal energy within his body.
Unfortunately, it's nothing compared to his level in the dream world.
In fact, the amount of internal energy he currently possesses is only at the beginner level.
"So I did indeed acquire cultivation techniques in my dream, but because it only lasted one night, I didn't cultivate much internal energy. In that case..."
Thinking of this, Tang Lin casually picked up the armrest of the chair he had just used and began to wield it as a long sword.
Because he learned swordsmanship in his dream, he became quite skilled in it over six years.
With this demonstration, Tang Lin's mood improved slightly compared to before.
Because he discovered that his understanding of swordsmanship was still intact.
Although the body lacks the training found in the dream world, many of the moves are performed incorrectly or imperfectly.
But the insights are definitely there.
This means that if he spends a little more time practicing, his swordsmanship will soon catch up to the level in the dream.
As for internal energy cultivation, that can't be rushed; it can only be honed little by little over time.
Even so, Tang Lin felt he had hit the jackpot.
Otherwise, how could he have learned these martial arts techniques in his dream?
"So someone like me, why the hell would I go to work? Let whoever wants to go to work go. I'm a chivalrous hero, why would I be a beast of burden?"
It's a pity that my physical abilities from that dream are gone; otherwise, I'd probably be at the pinnacle of life by now.
Tang Lin sighed, then suddenly a question occurred to him, and he silently pondered:
"Back then in the dream, there were hundreds of thousands of time travelers, so is this real?"
Or is it just my own fantasy?
But through my conversations with other players at the time, I discovered that it wasn't just a fantasy. If the other players were also real, then…”
...
In fact, Tang Lin was not alone in thinking this way.
Most people, after waking up from a dream, cannot immediately accept that they have "traveled back" to their previous state, and will go crazy or even lose their minds.
But soon they discovered that the sword and fist techniques they had learned in their dream were still there, and even their internal energy was real.
However, his cultivation level has dropped to the beginner level.
This discovery delighted many, who then wondered if the other players in the dream actually existed.
Next, many people began to try to connect with people they had met in their dreams and in real life.
...
Meanwhile, at Daxu Culture, our producer Feng has just opened his eyes as well.
He was still thinking about what President Xu had just said, but the next moment he realized something was wrong.
Because he had not come to any heavenly realm at all, but was lying peacefully in his own bed.
I picked up my phone and saw, wow, where did this "six thoughts" come from?
It's only been one night.
That movie, 'God of Gamblers,' only grossed 93 million on its opening day.
"What's going on? Was everything I experienced real or fake? Was the six years in the game world just a dream?"
But why do I dream about these things, and why do I even see Liu Yifei, Yang Mi, Wang Zuxian, and even President Xu?
And why did President Xu say those things when he was about to enter the rift in the Heavenly Realm?
Feng Xiaoxia had a million questions in his mind, but as one of the 'chosen ones', he quickly realized something.
He flipped his palm upwards, and a flame the size of a bowl appeared in his palm.
There was no fuel, but the flame showed no sign of going out.
"My fiery power is actually real. Although its power is far less than in my dream, it is still there. The benefits brought by the divine fruit have not disappeared, and moreover..."
Upon discovering that his supernatural powers were still intact, Feng Xiaoxia immediately sensed that there was also a small ball of internal energy within his body.
Upon closer inspection, he discovered that he could still clearly remember all the moves of the Cloud-Dispelling Palm.
Soon, he confirmed one thing: all the adventures he had had in that game world were still there.
It just doesn't have the six years of accumulation that's common in the game world.
"So... the game world does exist, it just doesn't have that incredible setting of changing the flow of time!"
Feng Xiaoxia made this judgment.
Soon, he also wondered whether the other players were real.
His first thought was to call his younger cousin, Yang Mi, to ask about the situation.
Because his younger cousin sends him more messages in the game world.
But the moment Feng Xiaoxia picked up her phone, she suddenly remembered what President Xu had said in the game world.
He felt that the other person probably knew far more than anyone else.
Moreover, the other party also exists in the game world under the name 'Jianghu Mengxiaosheng'. If the other players are real, then President Xu should also be real.
Having figured this out, Feng Xiaoxia dialed Mr. Xu's number directly.
Soon, a familiar voice came from the other end:
"Hey, Xiaoxia, why are you calling me so early in the morning?"
Upon hearing the voice on the other end, Feng Xiaoxia's heart skipped a beat.
He noticed that Mr. Xu's tone was too calm and indifferent, not at all like someone who had just experienced a game world.
Therefore, Feng Xiaoxia said with slight caution:
"Um... Mr. Xu, do you know someone named 'Jianghu Meng Xiaosheng'?"
Xu Lu, on the other end of the line, paused for a moment upon hearing this, then snapped back to reality and said to the phone with a half-smile:
"Xiaoxia, what are you talking about? What Xiaosheng? I don't know him. Is he a new director or actor in the industry? Why does his name have five characters?"
Feng Xiaoxia immediately felt depressed and said somewhat dejectedly:
"It's nothing, Mr. Xu. I just had a dream yesterday, so I was just asking."
Xu Lu, barely suppressing a laugh, continued:
"Oh, you're dreaming, little hero. You didn't become a great hero in your dream because your movie just came out, did you?"
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