118 The Seventh Dream of the Great Pit

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After Yang Jixue finished the call, Yang Tang said, “Dad, if we can only buy auctioned properties, twenty million might not be enough.”

Yang Jixue glared and said, “Even if Yujing’s housing prices are inflated, roughly equivalent to 2015 in the previous life, at market price, a twenty-million-yuan house should be at least 150 or 160 square meters. Isn’t that enough for you?”

“Dad, that’s not what I mean. Auctioned properties are unreliable; there’s usually about a fifty percent premium. Unless we’re the only bidders, twenty million might only buy a hundred square meters, which is barely decent.”

Yang Jixue paused, then said, “That does seem to be the case. Why don’t you bring out some more money? After all, the house will be registered under your name anyway.”

Yang Tang was noncommittal. “Let’s see. I want to go out tonight and gather some information about auctioned properties from other sources.”

“Who are you going to ask?” Yang Jixue asked in surprise.

“Of course, I’ll find an expert. Someone you don’t know.”

Yang Jixue hesitated, then agreed. “Alright, but be careful!”

“I will.”

After dinner, Yang Tang left empty-handed. Outside the foggy campus, within less than two stops, he changed taxis three times, taking several detours before entering the residential compound behind the teacher’s college where the rental was located.

The rental was modest, but with the several large bottles of mineral water and half a box of instant noodles Yang Tang had prepared in advance, hunger wasn’t a problem.

He took a large package from his ring and pulled out a notebook to go online briefly. Near midnight, after washing up, he put on several transfer devices, climbed onto the cool floor mat, spread a thin blanket, and hugged Black Evil to sleep.

Soon enough, Yang Tang found himself enveloped in a golden haze.

The season had come: the Qixi Festival. The timing was right, and the seventh dream officially began!

Since the dream level exceeded five, upon entering the scene, the number of skills that could be copied increased by one, in addition to the base dream level five.

Also, since the dream level exceeded five, the single-item attribute transfer function officially unlocked, which would occupy one of the skill copy slots; this was optional.

Furthermore, a single skill solidification copy function was unlocked, also occupying one skill copy slot and optional.

As this was the seventh formal dream, the scene could be chosen.

According to the heart’s desire, the selectable scenes were threefold: the game Resident Evil 2, the game Tales of Wuxia: The Prequel 1029 Edition, and the game Legend of the Swordsman.

“Hey, hey, I thought my heart’s desire for the seventh dream was a perfect voice. Why are two of these options so fierce-looking?”

Mingwu responded, “The scene is randomly selected, and the danger level is uncertain. All three options contain perfect voices hidden within, which meets the requirement.”

“Where, where? How could Resident Evil 2 possibly contain a perfect voice?” Yang Tang asked. Then he paused, realizing Resident Evil 2’s setting was Raccoon City before the nuclear attack—a vast city where someone might indeed possess a perfect voice.

Alice from Resident Evil 2 had evolved; she possessed a perfect voice, which could be copied!

“Ha!?”

Yang Tang was stunned, then understood. Whether a voice was perfect didn’t depend on range or timbre but fundamentally on genetics. If the entire vocal cord gene was flawless, the voice would naturally be perfect. By the same reasoning, Tales of Wuxia was even easier—because its protagonist was a perfect gene individual, the voice was naturally impeccable. As for Legend of the Swordsman, many masters who could play instruments and sing existed among its numerous characters, so encountering someone with a perfect voice was not surprising.

Thus, the scene choices were not random chance.

“Please choose your dream scene!”

Yang Tang pondered for a few seconds, struggling to decide.

Of the three scenes, Resident Evil 2 seemed the most dangerous. But Yang Tang had strengthened his six dimensions, possessed the virus-killing Immortal Voice Purification skill, and aimed with sharpshooting skills. As long as he had firearms, the danger in Resident Evil 2 would be minimized. However, since most weapons were firearms, there were few item attributes to transfer, and skills, well, that seemed futile—perhaps not worth it.

Tales of Wuxia was similar. Except for the protagonist, everyone else was an ordinary person with no skills. Even if the main character had skills, whether he would allow Yang Tang to copy them was uncertain. If the protagonist went all out, and Yang Tang couldn’t resist, he might be killed in the dream.

The third scene, Legend of the Swordsman, was different. Items and skills abounded. With hard work on martial arts and a few strong teammates, he wouldn’t end up as a beggar.

However, the dream multiplier was too high—seven—so specifying a scene felt like wasting merits and sins. After much deliberation, Yang Tang decided on random selection. If he got Legend of the Swordsman, great; if not, he’d just treat this seventh dream as a formality.

“No need to specify the scene; random is fine.”

Scene selected: preparing to enter Legend of the Swordsman!

Since this was the seventh formal dream, entering consumed 107 reincarnation points and automatically deducted 140 merits!

Yang Tang sighed.

Reincarnation points generated; entry to the scene possible. Difficulty selection underway.

The seventh dream was commencing.

A scorching sun beat down on his face as Yang Tang woke up and immediately saw the sign ahead: “Dukang Village.”

He was about to get up and head toward Dukang Village when Mingwu suddenly appeared, explaining that because the dream’s vitality and inner force perfectly matched the dreamer’s constitution and mana attributes, the seventh dream could convert vitality and inner force into constitution and mana at the highest dream efficiency of one percent.

Yang Tang was initially pleased by the first half of the message but utterly crushed by the last part—only one percent? Even the highest value was just one percent, so what was the lowest?

The lowest conversion rate was one ten-thousandth!

Yang Tang was speechless.

Because the dream was at the highest difficulty of Legend of the Swordsman—the Grandmaster level—it generously included one chance each to draw inner skills and martial routines to balance the difficulty.

Note: These drawn inner skills and routines could be cultivated within the dream and also be exchanged for solidified skills.

Yang Tang’s body hairs instantly stood on end.

“Damn, there’s this too? I completely forgot about the Grandmaster difficulty.”

Legend of the Swordsman didn’t have a normal difficulty that led to hell difficulty like Diablo II. Instead, one could directly select the hellish Grandmaster difficulty, where clearing the game was near impossible—a true masochistic challenge.

No matter how horrified or regretful Yang Tang felt, before him appeared something like a nine-grid flip board.

Nine choices, please draw a skill—starting with inner skills.

Resigned, Yang Tang slapped the rightmost flip board on the top row, muttering, “What’s there to choose? It’s all the usual street stall inner skills!” As soon as he spoke, the board stopped, revealing the words “Golden Wild Goose Skill,” then transformed into a streak of light entering Yang Tang’s brow.

“Useless, trash!” Yang Tang cursed.

The next second, the remaining eight boards flipped over, revealing: Nine Yang Divine Skill, Non-Form Chaos Skill, Supreme Self Skill, Shadow of the Swordsman Technique, Transformation Skill, Dragon Descending Divine Skill, Fiery Heaven Creation Skill, and Overlord Qin Divine Skill!

Yang Tang was stunned. So if he didn’t get Golden Wild Goose Skill, the other eight supreme skills were all within grasp. Just as he was about to curse, the eight boards turned to dust and vanished.

In the blink of an eye, nine new flip boards appeared in the empty nine-grid.

Nine choices, please draw a routine.

Having learned his lesson, Yang Tang hesitated, his hand wavering over the boards for a long time before finally slapping the center board.

After a chaotic spin, the board stopped, displaying “Twelve Roads Soul-Calming Leg.”

The name sounded mighty impressive, but upon seeing it, Yang Tang rolled his eyes so hard he nearly fainted.

“Heavens above, earth below, what sin have I committed!?”

Yang Tang wasn’t being picky, but in Legend of the Swordsman, leg techniques were few and weak, and here he was facing the Grandmaster difficulty seventh dream—like being armed with a firewood stick to fight a pack of wolves.

But the die was cast. Yang Tang had no choice but to accept reality, reciting the Twelve Roads Soul-Calming Leg in his mind, then planned to head toward Dukang Village.

After the correction rewards were granted, the dream mission officially began.

Skill search underway: four perfect voices met the heart’s desire.

Due to the dreamer’s heavy sins, the mission required completing the dream following either the Overlord Road or Martial Arts Overlord path. During the journey, he needed to collect the voices of four individuals: Wuxiazi, Flower Enthusiast, Gandharva, and Kinnara. Solo completion counted as twenty percent, and clearing the dream counted as another twenty percent.

“Damn, does it have to be so complicated?”

Yang Tang increasingly regretted saving those 700 merits by not specifying the scene. Had he not skimped, well, he thought he had intended to pick Legend of the Swordsman anyway.

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