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Chapter 5: Stealing Dreams of Tang Dynasty 3, Stealing Cultivation Techniques
After lunch, Mo Yi returned home.
Since he had nothing else to do, he decided to explore the dream world again.
He summoned the ZZZ driver, fastened the chest strap to his chest, lay back on the bed, and closed his eyes.
next second.
He then fell into a deep sleep.
My consciousness sank again.
We have entered the ocean of the subconscious.
Mo Yi hovered in mid-air, looking down below.
Compared to the dazzling sea of light like a galaxy last night, the ocean of the subconscious now appears quite dim.
The glowing dream orbs have decreased by more than 90%.
This is normal; during the day, apart from people taking a midday nap, there are hardly any living beings sleeping.
Mo Yi stopped studying and began to carefully observe the distribution and characteristics of these light clusters.
He quickly summarized the pattern:
The size of the ball of light corresponds to the dreamer's mental strength or power;
The distance between the light orb and him corresponds to the physical distance between the two people in reality.
He was still unable to approach those faint points of light in the distance because his mental strength was too weak.
But not far from his feet, there was a very conspicuous ball of light.
It was a huge, dark red ball of light.
The light was extremely oppressive, and there was even a tangible sense of malevolence churning on its surface.
Mo Yi moved a little closer and felt a strong sense of grief, indignation, and regret.
"So close to me, and their strength is ridiculously high..."
Mo Yi stared at the dark red orb of light and swallowed hard.
Could this be Tang Hao's dream?
A thought flashed through Mo Yi's mind: Go in and have some fun?
But he suppressed the thought as soon as it popped into his head.
Tang Hao is a titled Douluo, and his spiritual power is as deep as the ocean.
I don't even have a spirit ring yet. If I rashly enter the other person's dream, I might cause trouble.
"No rush. The enemy is in the open, while we are in the shadows. A gentleman takes his revenge even after ten years!"
Mo Yi withdrew his gaze and turned to another direction, looking at Tang San's subconscious light cluster.
He couldn't enter Tang Hao's dream, but he not only dared to enter Tang San's dream, he also wanted to take advantage of it!
The Tang Clan's signature techniques include the Mysterious Heaven Skill, Purple Demon Eye, Ghost Shadow Tracking, and Mysterious Jade Hand...
These are all top-tier skills!
Even if we only manage to snag one, we'll have made a fortune!
However, Tang San is not sleeping right now.
We have to wait until he falls asleep before we can make a move...
Mo Yi withdrew from her subconscious and began to conceive a script, preparing for the night's actions.
……
In the evening, Mo Yi cooked a bowl of noodles.
After eating and drinking his fill, he fell asleep again.
The ocean of the subconscious mind shines brightly once again.
Mo Yi quickly found the light cluster that belonged to Tang San.
The light cluster was not large, but the light was very concentrated.
This shows that Tang San's mental strength is stronger than that of his peers.
It must be because he was a time traveler and cultivated the Purple Demon Eye.
However, compared to Mo Yi, he is still slightly weaker.
This illustrates that there are differences even among time travelers.
hum-
Mo Yi stopped thinking and plunged in.
The scene before him distorted, and Mo Yi landed firmly on his feet.
The surroundings were a chaotic grayness, with nothing there.
"Sleeping so soundly? Not even having a dream?"
Mo Yi raised an eyebrow.
It's probably because Tang Hao forced him to forge iron during the day, which severely depleted his physical strength.
Therefore, Tang San directly entered a deep sleep.
Mo Yi sneered, "But how can I learn from you if you don't dream?"
In the dream world.
Although he cannot forcibly alter other people's memories, he can induce them.
Since Tang San's obsession is with the Tang Sect from his previous life.
Then just cater to their preferences.
As soon as Mo Yi had a thought, his physical form began to change.
The six-year-old boy's body rapidly grew taller, with slender bones and graceful curves.
Her long hair was draped over her shoulders, and she had changed into a flowing set of Tang Sect inner disciple attire.
She possessed an exceptionally beautiful appearance and bright, expressive eyes.
He created a female character for himself and gave it a nice-sounding name—Tang Yin.
Tang Hao's wife is named A Yin, and his son is named Tang San. It's perfectly reasonable for him to create a character named Tang Yin himself.
Once everything was ready, Mo Yi called out to the chaotic void in a clear, melodious female voice, "Senior Brother Tang San! Wake up! The elders are here to test your cultivation progress. If you fail the test, you'll be sent back to the outer sect!"
Outer gate.
That was Tang San's greatest pain in his previous life.
As soon as he finished speaking, the chaotic dream began to churn.
As the gray fog dissipated, a plaza paved with bluestone slabs rose from the ground, and the magnificent Tangmen Hall with its carved beams and painted rafters took shape out of thin air.
The scene has been built.
At this moment, Mo Yi was standing in the center of the main hall, surrounded by inner disciples whose faces were indistinct.
Tang San stood beside him, looking completely bewildered.
Tang San looked down at his inner sect robes, then at the familiar Tang Sect main hall around him. His gaze gradually shifted from bewilderment to joy, and then quickly from joy to a sense of entitlement.
After all, he had similar dreams countless times in his previous life, so he didn't find them abrupt at all, but rather found them quite reasonable.
Just then, at the top of the main hall, an elder with a flowing white beard stroked his beard and spoke: "Tang San, how much of our sect's core cultivation technique, the 'Mysterious Heaven Skill,' have you mastered now?"
Tang San jolted awake and instinctively straightened his back.
"Reporting to the Elder, this disciple has practiced diligently day and night and has completely mastered the Mysterious Heaven Skill!"
"Okay, then you demonstrate."
Tang San stepped forward and, in front of everyone, began to circulate his internal energy, demonstrating the circulation route and power generation techniques of the Xuan Tian Gong.
After the demonstration, the elder stroked his beard and laughed heartily: "Excellent! As expected of a genius that our Tang Sect has seen only once in a century, this young man has the makings of a sect leader!"
The surrounding NPC disciples also clapped and praised.
Tang San appeared humble, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up in a smile; he was secretly overjoyed.
Mo Yi rolled her eyes at the sight.
This kid really thinks he's something special when he's having such a wild dream.
Having laid the groundwork, Mo Yi stepped forward, her watery eyes gazing at Tang San with adoration: "Senior Brother Tang San, you're so amazing!"
Tang San turned his head and then noticed a stunningly beautiful girl standing next to him.
Having been single since birth in both his lives, he had never seen a woman before, so his face flushed as he said, "This... this junior sister, who are you?"
Before Mo Yi could speak, the elder NPC he controlled above interjected, "Little San, this is Junior Sister Tang Yin. Her father is none other than the sect leader. Junior Sister Tang Yin is a bit slow-witted, so you'll have to teach her well in the future."
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The sect leader's daughter?!
Tang San's pupils suddenly contracted.
Not only did he enter the inner sect, but he also gained the appreciation of the elders. Now, even the sect leader's daughter is being tutored by him.
If I can make this connection, won't I be able to do whatever I want in the Tang Sect from now on?
Tang San's gaze towards Mo Yi instantly changed, losing some of its awkwardness and gaining a hint of hidden passion.
The already beautiful Tang Yin was now, in his eyes, a ladder to the core of power within the Tang Clan.
"Don't worry, Junior Sister Tang Yin." Tang San clasped his hands in a fist salute, his tone gentle yet confident: "Your senior brother will certainly impart all his knowledge to you."
Mo Yi smiled sweetly: "Then thank you very much, senior brother. Let's go to the training room."