127 A Sudden Surge in Power

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"I want to redeem a skill!"

There is currently only one skill available for redemption. It will consume 177.1 merit/sin points. Please confirm if you wish to redeem it?

"Redeem."

Since Dream Level 7 is not an integer multiple of five, the skill cannot be amplified or enhanced during redemption. Please confirm?

"Confirm."

You currently have 17,887 merit points and 84,296 sin points! Should the skill redemption cost be deducted from merit or sin?

"Deduct from sin!"

177.1 sin points deducted. Redeeming Perfect Voice!

Redeeming a single skill for the eighth dream will consume 194.8 merit/sin points!

Do you want to solidify the Perfect Voice skill?

"Solidify."

Skill solidification will take three hours and thirty-seven minutes.

The skill cannot be used until solidification is complete.

Using skill solidification slot one!

Solidification started.

The active skill, Twelve-Route Soul-Suppressing Legs, occupies skill solidification slot one!

The passive skill, Golden Goose Technique, occupies skill solidification slot one!

You currently have forty-five skill solidification slots!

Yang Tang, lying on his wooden bed, suddenly opened his eyes. The room was pitch black. His first reaction was that he had gone blind; his second was to activate Eagle Eye. Finding that Eagle Eye still worked, he realized it must be night.

He reached for his phone on the nightstand, lit up the screen, and saw it was thirty-something minutes past midnight.

"That's not right. I went to sleep at a quarter to twelve, how can it only be thirty-something minutes past midnight?" Yang Tang muttered, glancing at the date. "August 7th!?" He had slept straight from August 5th to August 7th.

Oh, damn!

Yang Tang’s mouth twitched. He rolled out of bed, feeling stiff all over. Relying on Eagle Eye, he accurately found the light switch in the dark room and clicked it on.

The light turned on, but Yang Tang had also cracked the switch.

"Holy crap, since when are switches so fragile? Or has my hand strength increased?"

With a physical increase of 99.9 points, muscle strength increases accordingly! Compared to the dreamer's previous physique, current muscle strength had increased by about 80%, and power had risen by more than 60%!

"Power increased by 60%?" Yang Tang was speechless. Suddenly having so much extra strength and being unable to control it properly—no wonder he broke the switch with a casual press.

Fortunately, it was only the switch. He could find someone to fix it during the day. As for the "Black Evil" lying on the inner side of the bed, Yang Tang picked it up as carefully as if it were a chick to examine it under the light.

"Where are those three sets of zither techniques solidified?"

The realization dawned on him; he searched his mind and used his Inner Sight!

"Right, I still have the Inner Sight skill."

Once Inner Sight was activated, Yang Tang felt a blood-bound connection with Black Evil. He saw nine small squares on the string area of the zither's handle, with the three-style icons of each zither technique arranged diagonally in three rows, shimmering faintly.

The only problem was that every icon was dark gray, looking just like a skill in a game that couldn't be used because of insufficient mana.

"Damn, it can't be that bad, right?"

Please note: For the three sets of zither techniques in combat state, even the least consuming move requires 300 internal energy. However, after a 95% conversion, the attack power of the least consuming move becomes 0.95 of the original, and the required mana becomes 300 divided by 0.95, which is 315.8. Currently, the dreamer's mana is greater than 300 but less than 315!

Yang Tang felt helpless. "Does it have to be such a coincidence?" As he said this, he seemed to recall that before the seventh dream, his mana was really only a little over 200. Although he didn't have a specific value, it was around 200-something.

Please note: The dreamer's current mana can control zither techniques in performance mode, and its mana consumption is 10% of that in combat state!

Yang Tang was stunned. "How do I switch to performance mode?"

Simply think it in your heart!

Yang Tang did as instructed.

Those nine shimmering icons all lit up.

Although Yang Tang didn't have an exact value for his own mana, each of the nine small square icons had a tiny number in the top right corner representing mana consumption. The move that consumed the most in performance mode actually required 157.9 mana.

"Holy cow, just performing takes more than half of my mana. If I used this move in combat state, wouldn't it be heaven-defying?"

"Should I try the performance effect of the strongest move?" As Yang Tang asked himself this, he glanced at the broken switch on the wall. "Forget it, forget it. Better not. My strength control is a bit off today, better to try another day!" Having made up his mind, he gently placed Black Evil into its case and tucked it into his ring.

"My mana is still a bit short, how do I fix this?"

The dreamer need not worry. The passive skill, Golden Goose Technique, is already running, increasing mana by 0.1 every twelve hours!

Only 0.2 mana increase in a full day and night!?

Yang Tang: "..."

After his frustration subsided, Yang Tang checked the description of the Golden Goose Technique.

Golden Goose Technique: Passive internal skill, currently running automatically. Every cycle of twelve hours increases mana by 0.1. After twelve cycles, internal energy fills the body, defense increases by 4, and the following effects are generated: Golden Goose Across the Sky (permanently increases evasion by 20%), Sunset Goose Path (movement speed +1, light-body skill level +1), Mid-Air Counterattack (after evasion, attack power increases by 30%, hit rate 100%, duration 3 seconds or until the next evasion).

"Damn, this internal skill isn't just useful—it's a little bit insane!"

Yang Tang felt excited. He then checked the Twelve-Route Soul-Suppressing Legs and discovered that the three major moves of this active leg technique increased attack power by 100%, 200%, and 400% respectively. The key was that, as a reward skill for adjusting dream difficulty, the internal energy consumption of each move was reduced to 1% of the original version. This meant that a few or a dozen points of mana could trigger a move, which was truly terrifying!

Excited, Yang Tang checked the time and saw it was already one in the morning. He ate something and collapsed back onto the bed, planning to sleep again. But as soon as he closed his eyes, his brain was filled with bloody scenes of hacking down Gu Yuexuan, Wuxiazi, and the Seven Sages of Wuyou. After all, he had spent several years in the dream world. He had seen Wuxiazi and the others constantly, like classmates; even if he hadn't spoken to them or had any real interaction, there should have been a sense of familiarity, right? But in the end, they all became souls under his blade. How could his mind be clear for a while?

"Damn it, not sleeping!"

Yang Tang cursed, got out of bed again, dressed carefully, packed his things, and went downstairs to the main gate. He stood on tiptoe to pry open the cover of the power distribution box, but due to a lack of caution—"snap"—the cover was broken by him again.

Yang Tang's mouth twitched. He carefully turned off the main circuit breaker for the rental unit, the lights in the house went out, and only then did he lock the door and go downstairs.

Out on the night streets, there were few pedestrians. Yang Tang thought for a moment, found the number, and called Wu Hao.

Wu Hao was indeed a night owl and wasn't asleep yet. After picking up the phone, he was quite excited. "Brother Tang, why did you think to call me? I actually have something I need to find you for..."

Yang Tang rolled his eyes and said, "I have something to find you for too. By the way, do you know which gym is still open at this hour?"

"At this hour?! Middle of the night? I don't know!" Wu Hao sounded surprised. "But I can help you ask Old Hua; he's right next door."

"Alright, go ask. I won't hang up, I'll wait for you!"

"I'm going right now."

Next, the sound on the other end of the phone became noisy. After a while, Old Hua's voice came through. "Brother Yi!"

"Less nonsense, talk about the important stuff!"

"One of my underlings' dads opened a gym called Yongli. It's not big, it's on Nanbin Road. Brother Yi, you..."

"I'm heading over there now," Yang Tang said. "Didn't Haozi have something to ask me? Have him come over too!" After hanging up, he hailed a taxi.

Half an hour later, the Yongli Gym was brightly lit.

Old Hua personally welcomed Yang Tang to the second floor, saying as they walked, "Brother Yi, the income from the fruit machines has been decreasing this past month!"

Yang Tang glanced at him sideways and said, "How much have you made in total over these past few months?"

"Not much. Aside from what I distributed to the boys, there's a little over ten million, and I've set up a separate account for 30% of that just for you..."

"Cut the crap, I told you I don't want your money."

"Brother Yi, if you don't take the money, I don't feel at ease!" Old Hua said with a mournful face. "I'm still counting on you to give me some direction."

Yang Tang stared coldly at Old Hua with a fake smile, staring until he felt a chill and didn't dare to speak anymore. Only then did Yang Tang walk toward Wu Hao, who was lounging on the sofa.

"Haozi, what are you looking at?"

"Nothing much, just some glamour photos." Saying this, Wu Hao looked at them himself while pulling a stack of photos from a leather bag beside him and handing them to Yang Tang.

Yang Tang took them and looked at a few, feeling a bit amused. These weren't glamour photos at all; they were all photos from social media—basically everyday snapshots. Many of the photos featured Wu Hao, and in several, a white-haired punk girl with a very pretty face appeared to be very intimate with him.

Yang Tang looked at a dozen more photos in a row, every one of them featuring that white-haired girl. But as he looked, Yang Tang's expression changed slightly. He spread the photos out in front of Wu Hao and pointed at the white-haired girl. "Is this your chick?"

Wu Hao, who was engrossed in the glamour photos, was stunned by Yang Tang's sudden movement, then shook his head. "She's not my chick. This is Sister Jiao, she's... wait, no, Brother Tang, didn't I give you the glamour photos?" As he spoke, Wu Hao showed Yang Tang the photos in his own hand. Sure enough, they were all Japanese-style photos of buxom women, some even quite revealing—the content was quite explosive.

Yang Tang rolled his eyes and said, "You brat, you're not even eighteen and you're looking at this stuff. If Uncle Wu finds out, see if you don't get your butt kicked!"

Wu Hao had the attitude of a pig that wasn't afraid of boiling water. "This is still considered mild. There are others in our class..." As he spoke, he suddenly changed the subject. "By the way, Brother Tang, why would you think Sister Jiao is my chick?"

"It's best if she's not your chick, saves you from being cheated on. If you don't believe me, look at this person." As he spoke, Yang Tang pointed to a man in the photo for Wu Hao to see.

After Wu Hao saw the man clearly, he was dumbfounded. "Ah?!"

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