We Agreed On Experiencing Life, So Why Did You Immortals Become Real? - Chapter 317

Chapter 317 Dream Encounter

Jiang Li approached Zhang Konghu and said, “Konghu, you’d better be more careful. How can there be a cultivation method that can make you stronger just by eating and sleeping?”

“Snacks? What snacks?” Zhang Konghu, unaware that he was dreaming, was not surprised by Jiang Li’s arrival.

“…You must practice diligently. You still have a lot of room for growth. Your witch bloodline can still be developed, and you haven’t yet mastered the body-refining techniques. Your current level is still a long way from mine when I was in the Fusion Stage. You can’t slack off.”

Jiang Li urged Zhang Konghu to practice diligently, urging him to quickly become the strongest being in the Fusion Stage and live up to the title of the leader of the Human Emperor Palace.

Zhang Konghu’s combat power was enough to rank in the top three among those in the Fusion Stage, but he still couldn’t match Jiang Li, Bai Hongtu, and Yu Yin, who were once in the Fusion Stage. He could still be stronger.

“You are a role model for the Fusion Stage leaders of the Human Emperor Palace. How can you be so lazy?”

“Wake up! Hard work is the shortcut to becoming stronger.”

Jiang Li’s words awakened Zhang Konghu, who suddenly realized his mistake and resolved to change his ways.

Zhang Konghu patted his chest and assured, “Don’t worry, Brother Jiang. I’ll definitely work hard in my cultivation and catch up with you!”

Jiang Li nodded in satisfaction and left, moving on to the next dream.

…

Zhang Konghu stood up, waking from his sleep.

“Don’t worry, Brother Jiang, I’ll definitely work hard… Work hard at what?” Zhang Konghu couldn’t recall what Jiang Li had said in his dream.

“Did he say I should try to be lazy? Eat some snacks?” Zhang Konghu scratched his head, then felt that those words didn’t seem like Jiang Li’s.

“I’ll ask again.” Zhang Konghu fell back to sleep, intending to retrace his steps.

“Hey, old immortal, you’re here again?”

…

Mid- to high-level cultivators rarely slept, but Zhang Konghu was an exception. After him, Jiang Li never visited the dreams of a high-level cultivator again.

He had seen mortals dreaming of possessing a single spiritual root, no longer at the third level of Qi training, their cultivation advancing rapidly, and on their way to training in a major sect. He

had also seen cultivators with numerous wives and concubines, embracing each other, engaging in sexual activities in broad daylight, with one man and five women barely able to fit together a single piece of clothing.

Simply put, it’s an e*otic dream.

Some cultivators dream of increasing their cultivation as long as they’re alive, and this increased cultivation further increases their lifespan, forming a positive cycle of ever-increasing strength.

Seeing this young cultivator’s seemingly limitless strength, Jiang Li approached to test his skills.

Unsurprisingly, the young cultivator was unlucky, receiving beatings in his dreams.

Jiang Li carefully comforted the young cultivator, fearing he might be suffering psychological trauma.

Another student at the Great Zhou Imperial Academy had a nightmare in which a teacher gave him one project after another, demanding he complete them all or refuse to graduate.

The student, weeping, finally finished all the project reports, only to be ruthlessly rejected by the teacher.

“Unacceptable, rewrite everything,”

the student cried, unable to do anything else.

Jiang Li recalled his days at the academy—a truly painful memory.

The teacher cried, saying they couldn’t understand his theories, and he had to repeat them, which was a tedious task and left him speechless.

Jiang Li also encountered a unique cultivator, a maniac with a bloodlust for blood. He slaughtered countless people in his dreams, repeatedly breaking through several bottlenecks and rapidly increasing his cultivation.

Most importantly, this cultivator’s blood sacrifice method was extremely standardized, resembling a professional.

Jiang Li pondered for a moment, then noted this person down and asked a commander to investigate whether he practiced the magic path.

Killing to increase cultivation could be explained by a bloodlust, but how to explain this blood sacrifice method was beyond the imagination of those who had never seen it.

This person was most likely a cultivator of the magic path.

“I’ve really met a lot of people,” Jiang Li sighed. He hadn’t expected to have so many unique dreams.

Meng Chun smiled and said, “This is another form of mortal heart training. I’ve used this method to break through to the Fusion Stage, and it’s very effective. But you, Human Emperor, shouldn’t need

this kind of heart training.” “Mundane heart training is for cultivators who practice in seclusion for years. I’ve been in the mortal world since the Qi Training Stage, so reaching the Fusion Stage came naturally, without the need for this step.”

Meng Chun had heard others say that this generation of Human Emperors had no roots, having risen entirely through self-cultivation and hard work, earning all their resources. Such people truly didn’t need this kind of heart training.

“Let’s go, let’s go to one last dream, and then we’ll leave,” Meng Chun said. Jiang Li nodded and took a step forward.

“Hmm?” Jiang Li took a step, and the entire dream suddenly transformed.

The dream suddenly expanded, then suddenly contracted, emitting an intense light and heat so dazzling that it felt like punishment.

Great annihilation and great shattering appeared together, distorting the dream. The dream was like a sponge, being kneaded and deformed by invisible forces.

It was as if the dream were undergoing some unspeakable transformation, as if it were about to cross an extremely difficult dimension, arriving in a world that was impossible to reach.

“What, what is going on?” Meng Chun was shocked. She had never seen a dream undergo such a transformation; it wasn’t even recorded in the classics.

A terrifying and overbearing aura filled the dream, halting its transformation.

“Did you do it?” Meng Chun glanced at Jiang Li beside her, assuming he had stabilized the dream.

“It was him,” Jiang Li said, his face serious, as he looked at the figure standing not far away.

The figure’s expression matched his aura: domineering, arrogant, lawless, and self-centered.

“It was just my conjecture, but I never thought I could actually find you through dreams,” the figure spoke slowly, glaring at Jiang Li.

“First Emperor Jiang Li?” Meng Chun exclaimed, revealing the figure’s name.

She had never expected to actually meet the First Emperor in her dreams.

“Could it be that the two of us simultaneously practiced the Dream Dao, creating a resonance that allowed us to meet in dreams?” Meng Chun speculated to herself. This situation was too bizarre to comprehend.

Are dreams a passage to a parallel world? Or is Jiang Li simply too special?

The First Emperor Jiang Li wore a dark black robe that symbolized nobility, while Jiang Li wore white, as if the two were two extremes.

“My cultivation is unparalleled in the world. Except for the immortals I have never seen, no one should be able to escape my consciousness.”

“I guess, is it possible that someone saw me through the River of Time? But this is not right. Although I can’t go to the River of Time, I should be able to detect who is peeping at me. I can even detect the ancient and modern swords that want to attack me.”

“Could it be that someone has a high level of space technology? This is not reasonable. The old Buddha Xumi once used the space technology to pee on me, and I knew nothing about it. If someone used the space technology to pee on me, I would not notice it.” “

Moreover, the old Buddha Xumi died, and the Brahma Tower was smashed to pieces by me. There should not be any existence that uses the space technology that is far superior to mine.”

“Then there may be only one, and that is the dream technology, whose principle is still unclear.”

“After a try today, if it is true, you should be me in the parallel world? You look decadent and incompetent.”

“You are not a qualified ruler. You don’t have the domineering aura of the Lord of Jiuzhou. I will not recognize you.” The First Emperor looked down on Jiang Li and thought he was weak in character and had no bloodiness.

“You’re talking too much nonsense. I’ll just say one thing.” Jiang Li spoke slowly, his aura rising continuously, his Mahayana might evident at a glance.

“What?”

“You deserve a beating!”

The First Emperor was furious. The two of them leaped up together, and a fierce battle began in the dream.

(End of this chapter)