Chapter 170 Hearts and Minds

On the high-speed rail, even circulating his cultivation technique, Wei Yuan couldn't resist the sudden drowsiness.

It was as if sleeping pills had come to life.

Finally, Wei Yuan was silent for a moment, took out an eye mask, snapped it on, and then put on a mask to ensure that his expression in the dream wouldn't be too embarrassing. This was his last bit of stubbornness.

Then he leaned back in his seat, his hands folded over his abdomen.

He closed his eyes and was at peace with the world.

………………

In the dream.

Wei Yuan slowly opened his eyes.

Or rather, he was 'awakened' by the sound of a knife being sharpened.

The atmosphere gave him a strange feeling of being younger, or rather, a feeling of the slow passage of time, as if he hadn't done his homework in elementary school and was bracing himself, watching the head teacher slowly walk over, about to check the homework; or like the math teacher standing on the podium, his glasses gleaming strangely as he scanned the students below, preparing to grab someone to do a problem on the blackboard.

Under normal circumstances, at this time, the teacher's hand would definitely fall on that blank homework book.

Life is such a bitch.

When you realize you're going to be unlucky, you're often more unlucky than you expected.

Wei Yuan opened his eyes and immediately saw Xing Tian grinning, holding an axe conjured from who-knows-where in one hand, and a Mountain and Sea Era special edition whetstone in the other, grinning as he approached to sharpen his axe, sparks flying from the friction between the whetstone and the blade.

Wei Yuan gasped.

His scalp went numb, and he saw Zhu Jiuyin in a green robe, drinking tea with his back to him. He reached out and called out:

"Wait, Zhu Jiuyin, I can explain!"

Zhu Jiuyin casually blew on the steam of the teacup and said, "Be gentle."

Then, when Wei Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, he said slowly:

"At least leave his right hand."

He needs it to cook.

Wei Yuan: "??!"

Xing Tian grinned, crushed the whetstone in his hand, then gripped the axe with both hands, casting a huge shadow on Wei Yuan's face, making the latter look small, pitiful, and helpless.

But he deserved it.

Xing Tian's battle axe came down fiercely.

A sword appeared in Wei Yuan's palm.

His aura was calm and focused.

This is my dream!

I am the master of this dream!

Wei Yuan exhaled, his mind stirred, causing his willpower to climb continuously, as if reaching the peak of his mind, and then he suddenly slashed out with his sword, stepping forward, every inch of his muscles and bones, every bit of his flesh and blood seemed to burst out with all their strength, pushing the power of this sword to an unprecedented limit.

Then, Wei Yuan proved a truth.

The power of the heart...

Is absolutely useless.

Idealism is not acceptable.

The sword conjured in the dream shattered into several pieces with a crack.

In front of an existence like Xing Tian, even if it was Xing Tian far below his peak, he was still a god of war. The dream conjuration technique of the Mountain and Sea Era was not worth mentioning at all. Xing Tian said that even with one hand, he could knead dream demons like the Dream God or Boqi into any shape he wanted.

Therefore, Zhu Jiuyin sipped his tea gently, his expression leisurely.

On the table were delicacies taken from Wei Yuan's memory.

Behind Zhu Jiuyin, Wei Yuan and Xing Tian were engaged in a friendly, tense, and exciting game of 'bowling/golf' hide-and-seek. The winner got to hit the ball, and the loser was the ball. There was only one winner. Xing Tian roared, slashing horizontally and vertically, while Wei Yuan dodged in a miserable and desperate manner.

Even though, for some reason, Xing Tian didn't seem to be using his full strength, or rather, he was unable to use his full strength due to Zhu Jiuyin's influence, Wei Yuan was still forced into a dire situation by the god of war's aura, bringing back the misery of facing the phantom of Xiang Yu in the Battle of Gaixia when his cultivation was still low.

If it were the past—

Then we, the younger generation, would have the inescapable duty to recast the spirit of Shenzhou.

But today's dream is—

Victory is defined as being able to withstand one axe from Xing Tian.

Finally, after who-knows-how-many axe strikes, Wei Yuan gritted his teeth, suddenly twisted his body, his sword against Xing Tian's axe blade, and then, with the pinnacle understanding of Xiang Yu, the Overlord's martial arts, he transformed extreme strength into harmoniousness, slashing along the axe blade. Xing Tian was completely unaware and slashed down fiercely. Close combat, every step a killing move, extremely bleak and tragic.

Wei Yuan saw Xing Tian's axe at close range.

It was hard to describe how domineering and tragic that move was. The speed and power reached the level of authority, the purest way to prove the Dao with force. Wei Yuan's pupils constricted, and he truly felt that if he was killed by Xing Tian in the dream, he might really die. His instinctive resistance made his dream body burst out with even stronger power.

The sword in his palm re-condensed, screaming fiercely, and slashed out.

At this moment, Zhu Jiuyin gently placed the cup in his hand down.

In the dream, a faint ripple flashed.

That domineering force that seemed capable of splitting Buzhou Mountain suddenly stopped, but Wei Yuan's sword couldn't be retracted. This was almost the most fierce and pure sword technique in Wei Yuan's past and present lives, inspired by his fight with Xing Tian, and it had already exceeded his limit.

Just like how Wei Yuan had guided Xiang Hongyu before.

This sword heavily struck Xing Tian's pectoral muscle.

Then, the iron eagle sword in the dream was directly shattered by Xing Tian's pectoral muscle.

Wei Yuan was left with only a sword hilt in his hand.

The sword blades clattered to the ground.

Chi You's flamboyant chest muscles were still twitching.

Unparalleled throughout the ages, the number one hunk of the Mountain and Sea Realm besides Chi You.

Except for being physically dumbed down after fighting Xuanyuan Huangdi, he had no weaknesses.

And at this time, Xing Tian, who would have been furious, suddenly softened his tone and apologized with extreme sincerity, "Little brother, are you okay?"

"Huh??"

Wei Yuan was stunned, raised his head, and saw that a head had actually appeared on Xing Tian's neck.

This was his dream, so he immediately recognized that this head was a product of the dream. Such a degree of manifesting the head of a god of war in a dream far exceeded the authority of all dream gods. The only ones who could do this were the top gods, such as—

To some extent, Zhu Jiuyin, who controlled the passage of time.

Wei Yuan turned his head to look at Zhu Jiuyin.

Zhu Jiuyin turned slightly to the side, facing Wei Yuan with his profile, his face ancient and peaceful.

Xing Tian apologetically picked up Wei Yuan, who was kneeling on the ground from the force of the aura. He was tall and huge, far exceeding Wei Yuan, and he had to bend down slightly when doing this, just like a normal person picking up a little black and white tabby kitten. The corners of Wei Yuan's mouth twitched, but when he looked up, he saw Xing Tian's face full of apology.

He pointed to his head and said with a wry smile, "Sorry, little brother."

"My head was hidden by Xuanyuan, and most of the time I can only act on instinct."

"My three souls and seven spirits are incomplete, so I can't think carefully either."

He was too polite. Wei Yuan felt a little apologetic and cupped his hands, "This matter was originally done by me in the past. At that time, I was a little reckless in my personality. I'm very sorry."

"Hahaha, there's no need to care about past lives. It wasn't a big deal anyway."

Xing Tian laughed and returned the greeting. It was wonderful that this mighty god of war had a refined and gentle temperament at this moment:

"But this time, I took the initiative to look for you after waking up. You are not strong enough, but you have such a wonderful method to break the situation, which is not a bad choice. Why should you apologize? If I hurt you under the influence of my instincts, I would have committed a great mistake."

"If you still feel bad about it, then why don't we have a drink? Although I don't like Xuanyuan, I still like the wine brewed by his minister, Du Kang."

He also returned a slight salute.

Wei Yuan was filled with emotion and was about to speak.

He saw that when Xing Tian returned the salute, his head fell off again with a thud.

Xing Tian paused, his eyes opened on his chest, his hair bristling with anger, and he reached out and picked up Wei Yuan by the back of his collar, roaring at him up close, "You little thief!!! You dare to get so close! Are you trying to humiliate me!!!"

"Do you think my axe is not sharp enough?!"

Wei Yuan: "…………"

Silently, he reached out and straightened Xing Tian's head.

Xing Tian's voice stopped abruptly.

Xing Tian looked at Wei Yuan.

Wei Yuan looked at Xing Tian.

The atmosphere was awkward for a moment.

So Xing Tian flusteredly put Wei Yuan down again, patted his clothes smooth, and said with extreme apology, "I'm really sorry, sorry... Generally speaking, I don't have to worry about these wounds, but Xuanyuan's sword is a bit special. The wounds are separated by the human race's luck, so they can't grow back. He also hid my head..."

"Alas, I have to let myself fall asleep, but sometimes I wake up."

After a while, Xing Tian and Wei Yuan also sat down, but Zhu Jiuyin always faced the two of them sideways, as if looking into the distance, his eyes indifferent, his temperament even more ancient and distant.

Wei Yuan always felt a little strange in his heart. Xing Tian looked full of apology and raised his glass, saying:

"Zhu Jiuyin, I was unable to think earlier and acted on instinct, so I took that pottery pot and ran to the Nine Netherworlds, which caused you a lot of trouble. Please don't take it to heart."

After Xing Tian had his head, he spoke much more gently, his thoughts clear.

Zhu Jiuyin was noncommittal.

Pottery pot, Nine Netherworlds…

Wei Yuan looked at Zhu Jiuyin, pondered slightly, and suddenly understood. They could be considered good friends, and before reason could control him, Wei Yuan blurted out jokingly:

"Zhu Jiuyin, did Xing Tian hit you with the pottery pot..."

Zhu Jiuyin's movements paused slightly.

The smile on Wei Yuan's face froze.

Wait…

I guessed right?!

I was just joking…

Zhu Jiuyin swept his eyes across, and Xing Tian's head disappeared again, followed by a roar:

"Little thief, how dare you!"

A moment later.

"Okay, I really understand what happened. Xing Tian's situation is because his head was taken away, and the wounds are also covered by the luck of the human race. Zhu Jiuyin, you probably want me to help, right?"

Wei Yuan's tone was calm.

A huge pottery pot was filled with coarse salt, and Wei Yuan, fully clothed, was buried inside, only his head exposed, his expression serious. He said, "But, can you let me out first before we talk?"

"It's hard for me to talk to you like this."

………………

And at this time, on the Sakura Island far away from the East Sea, something equally shocking and eye-catching happened—

They have decided on the new generation of Ame-no-Minaka-nushi.

ps: Today's first update…………