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After getting into the car, Luo Chen lay comfortably in the back seat, and the expected interrogation did not occur.
Mao Tu sat in the front row, with only the driver and two others. They ignored Luo Chen and discussed some unsolved cases on their own.
Luo Chen found the conversation boring, but as long as he wasn't interrogated, he was happy to have some peace and quiet. He casually grabbed a blanket, covered himself with it, and unknowingly fell asleep.
I don't know how long I slept, but I remember that in my dream, a towering building stood on a mountaintop, like a Taoist temple.
The Taoist temple looked much more impressive than the one he had seen during his travels. This temple was grand and imposing, yet it had been vandalized.
An elderly man stood in front of the building, his expression filled with grief.
Seeing this, Luo Chen was stunned.
Holy crap.
What's going on?
Wasn't I in the car? How did I end up here?
Another dream world?
"System, system! What's going on? What have you done to me now?"
Luo Chen quickly called out to the system.
But the other party remained silent, offering not a single response.
"It shouldn't be a dream world, otherwise this damn system wouldn't have kept quiet about it..."
Luo Chen shook his head, then looked up.
"Excuse me, where is this place?"
Luo Chen couldn't help but speak to the old man who had his back to him. As soon as he opened his mouth, Luo Chen was surprised to find that his voice had changed. It had become somewhat childish, like that of a twelve or thirteen-year-old. Could it be because he was in a dream?
"Xiao Chen, what nonsense are you talking about..."
The old man turned his head, intending to reprimand him, but the moment he saw Luo Chen, his expression changed drastically. The old man exclaimed in horror, "Who are you! You are not Xiao Chen! The secret treasure has already been taken by you, so why are you resorting to such despicable methods as possession!"
"Old man, I didn't possess his body..."
Before Luo Chen could finish speaking, the old man reached out and beckoned, and Luo Chen felt a headache and dizziness, and was instantly plunged into darkness.
What's going on?
That old geezer has such a short temper!
Before Luo Chen could react, his mind went blank again, and he felt a familiar wave of dizziness.
Luo Chen opened his eyes, looked at his surroundings, and didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
It was still a dream world.
A dream within a dream?
Luo Chen sighed. Now that he was certain it was a dream and not the system's doing, he had nothing to be afraid of.
He easily found a chair, sat down without any hesitation, crossed his legs, and looked around. He saw a huge, antique-style front hall with a martial arts arena in front of him.
The old man who had appeared earlier, dressed in a Taoist robe, stood to the side with a furrowed brow, instructing the young man possessed by Luo Chen, "Chen'er, this time it's the eldest disciple of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, are you confident?"
The old man turned around and met Luo Chen's gaze. The next second, the old man raised an eyebrow and shouted angrily, "Damn it, are you ever going to stop?! Why are you here again?!"
"hey-hey."
Luo Chen chuckled, not annoyed even though he was being insulted to his face. "Sir, what's going on here? Is this a martial arts contest?"
Having experienced it so many times, Luo Chen had long since become accustomed to this strange dream.
He even wanted to teach the other person a couple of moves.
The old man frowned. It was true that his disciple was physically weak and spiritually frail, but after so many treatments, there was no reason for him to be possessed again. Why was this person possessing his disciple again and again? What did he want to do?
"Where exactly are you, wandering soul? What grievance do you have?"
The old man was also annoyed to no end. Every few days, the old man would possess his disciple, and he couldn't get rid of him. He had never seen such a stubborn ghost!
"Why don't you tell me? Maybe I can help you solve it."
The old man crossed his arms over his chest. It wasn't that he was a cold-faced but kind-hearted person, but Luo Chen's frequent visits had really annoyed him... so he simply resolved the other party's resentment and gave his disciple his freedom.
"Ah? Injustice? A wandering soul?"
Luo Chen blinked. "Grandpa, what are you talking about? I'm not some wandering ghost."
The old man frowned, about to erupt, but was interrupted by a shout from a burly man in the crowd:
"Tianyanzi! It's your turn!"
The old man called Tian Yanzi hurriedly bowed to the burly man and said with difficulty, "Your Excellency, my disciple has encountered some problems. Could we postpone the competition?"
"Some problems? Heh heh, Tianyanzi, you know perfectly well that your Dao Yi Sect wasn't originally on the list for this competition. It was only because you pleaded with us many times that we added you to the list out of consideration for our past relationship. Now that it's your turn, you're saying there are problems? I only have one thing to say: if you can compete, then come up; if you can't, then go back as soon as possible. Don't waste your time here and delay the overall situation. Can your Dao Yi Sect take responsibility for that?"
The burly man showed no mercy, beating Tian Yanzi mercilessly until the other man's face turned pale and then he finally shut up.
"Hey, how come you don't understand any respect for elders? You look like you're in your fifties or sixties. What, you must have been eating for decades, right? Didn't anyone teach you how to speak properly?"
Luo Chen spoke up. Tian Yanzi was only being overly protective of his disciple, which was why he wasn't giving him a friendly look. And since he had indeed possessed the disciple's body, he was in the wrong both morally and logically. Therefore, Luo Chen didn't say anything.
But what is this person?
Does she have no manners at all, speaking with such sharp and sarcastic remarks?
"Ye Chen! You!"
The burly man turned pale with anger. As a respected figure, he hadn't been insulted like this for many years, especially by a junior!
Tian Yanzi looked at Luo Chen with considerable surprise. Seeing Luo Chen standing on a stool, hands on his hips, glaring angrily at the burly man, the image of Ye Chen gradually overlapped in Tian Yanzi's mind. He suddenly had the illusion that Luo Chen was his disciple.
This feeling was absurd, yet unexpectedly it warmed Tian Yanzi's heart.
"What's wrong? What are you yelling about? It's just a martial arts match, I'll handle it!"
Luo Chen became increasingly agitated as he spoke, and with a leap, he stepped onto the dueling platform, shouting, "Luo... Ye Chen is here! Who dares to step onto the platform and face death?!"
Luo Chen rushed forward suddenly, and Tian Yanzi had no time to stop him. He could only watch helplessly as Luo Chen stepped onto the dueling platform.
Luo Chen hates bullying the old and weak the most. He intervenes whenever he encounters such a thing in real life. He never expected to encounter it in his dream. So what if this dream is a martial arts dream?
It's all a dream. In your own dream, you are the best in the world!
"Okay, okay, okay."
The burly man's face was grim. He pointed to the group behind him and said, "Yang Hao, you don't need to go on stage. I was originally going to give Dao Yi Sect some face, but since they don't know what's good for them, Liu Ye, you go! Don't hold back, go all out!"
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