Chapter Ten: The Mind Within the House

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Wu Que had no idea how he ended up in this room. He clearly remembered that just a moment ago, Qian Shuhao had pinned him to the ground, his back covered in barbs, his hands about to be broken. Despair, anger, shame, and unwillingness overwhelmed him. As he struggled and screamed, wrapped in these emotions, he suddenly heard a “crack” in his cervical spine, and then his entire body went limp as he lost consciousness.

When he awoke, he found himself sitting in a cramped room with only a door and a wooden bench. “Am I... dead?” he wondered. But his master had said that they were spirits and had no chance to die again.

As his hearing gradually returned, the growling of dogs from the other side of the door reached his ears. “Why... do I hear dogs barking?” Staggering to his feet, he pushed open the worn door. There was no corridor between rooms; opening one door led directly into another.

Two men sat on simple wooden chairs, wearing meaningful smiles as they looked at him. At their feet lay a large yellow dog, which seemed excited by the unfamiliar scent, growling energetically.

“Where... exactly is this place? Who are you?” Facing successive blows to his psyche, Wu Que felt his body go limp, breathing heavily and cold sweat trickling down his spine like crawling worms.

The middle-aged man on the far right spoke slowly: “Go back. This is not where you belong yet. In the near future, we shall meet again.”

A “crack” sounded again in his neck, and darkness swiftly enveloped his vision once more.

When he awoke again, he saw in his hand a black blade and pieces of flesh, torn and stained with fragments of a student uniform, now carved into grotesque shapes.

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After Hong Lei dealt with the remaining two, he did not interfere further but watched the fierce battle before him with interest. Seeing Wu Que’s sharp and precise moves, holding his own against the monstrous opponent for a time, a flicker of admiration appeared in his eyes.

When Wu Que was knocked down by a punch, Hong Lei’s mind stirred. His energy condensed instantly, ready to teleport and end the fight by slaying the bear demon.

Yet, just as he prepared to intervene, the boy, who should have been drained of strength, suddenly exuded an extremely dangerous and murderous aura. Hong Lei was stunned to see Wu Que sneer and complete a sudden reversal.

His pupils dilated sharply. The decisive breaking of the arm, the eerie contortion and counterattack— even Hong Lei himself would find it difficult to perform such moves on the spot.

How could this boy, who had never fought in a dream before, suddenly awaken and strike with such fierce precision?

He dissipated the condensed energy in his hand and stepped forward, his expression complicated as he watched his usually gentle and composed apprentice slash with unrestrained fury.

Wu Que no longer looked human; he resembled a beast tearing at flesh and blood.

Frowning, Hong Lei breathed a powerful gust of wind from his palm, aimed straight at Wu Que’s right cheek.

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