Chapter 0156 – Predicting Dreams – Absolute Returns

by GreatBrother(위대한 다오 형제)

"What’s your name?"

She got angry and she said in her mind, "Kid, what’s your name?

"Just call me ‘servant’."

I had the nerve to talk back to her!

"That way, it looks like I’m being rude."

"My name is Sword Smoke, not ‘Smoke’ as in ‘In-Laws’, but ‘Smoke’ as in ‘Smoke ‘. I am like smoke, fleeting."

I laughed, Qin Xia Ling, thought I was strange, a servant of mine, to be so debauched.

At that moment, a voice, called out to her.

"Charlene."

A man of her age, walked over, he was Song Taijun, the son of the leader of the Green Dragon Regiment, and her friend since childhood. Qin Xia Ling, seeing him, was a bit flustered.

"You’re here for the noodles?"

Song Taijun, knows that she likes this family’s noodles.

"How did you know, I was here?"

"I was passing by and I heard someone say that you were here, and that you seemed to be avoiding Autumn Care."

Song Taijun, looking at me, asked:

"And this is?"

Qin Xia Ling, not knowing how to introduce me, she was a little embarrassed.

I volunteered:

"I’m Sword Smoke from the Gansu Western Blade Sect, my senior brother, who also advanced to the finals."

"Ah! The Western Sword Sect? Your senior brother, is Xu Long, right?"

"Exactly."

"I’ve heard of him, he performed brilliantly in this competition. I didn’t expect that I would be able to be here and meet a senior disciple of the Western Blade School, what an honor."

"My senior brother is, indeed, very good, and I’m just here to cheer him on."

"The way I see it, you’re more powerful than your senior brother, even."

"What does that mean?"

"The fact that you can sit with her is proof enough that you are extraordinary. Even I, an old friend, couldn’t do it."

Qin Xia Ling, said to Song Taijun:

"You don’t have to talk nonsense, get out of here, we’ll talk about it later."

Song Taijun, still wanted to chat for a while longer, but seeing Qin Xia Ling, with an impatient face, he could only smile and take his leave.

"Next time, have a drink together."

"Good."

After Song Taijun, left, Qin Xia Ling, coldly questioned:

"Why do you lie? Are you afraid that people will know that you are sitting with me, your servant?"

To be honest, she did have such thoughts, and when Song Taijun asked about my identity, she did panic a bit, she didn’t want to admit that I was her servant. She was ashamed that I had said that.

"I’m not lying, I’m indeed a servant, but I’m also considered his senior, we’re both in the same sect, learning martial arts."

"You don’t have to be sophomoric."

Qin Xia Ling, stood up and left the inn.

That night, she had another nightmare.

This time, she dreamt that she, herself, fell off a cliff and I suddenly appeared, took her hand and saved her.

The next morning, she woke up and looked at her hand, she could still feel it, the warmth of my hand when I held it, it felt, so real, like a precognitive dream.

"Are you crazy? What the hell is wrong with you?"

She knew the answer, she was like this because she had done something, something she had never done before.

She pulled the covers up and over her head, but she couldn’t get back to sleep.

Xu Dalong, his first opponent in the finals, was the young master of the Fujian Zhangping Sword School.

"Let’s practice."

"Practicing with you?"

Xu Dalong, was very surprised to hear my offer, I never offered, to practice with him.

"Of course it’s my pleasure."

"Follow me."

I took Xu Da Long and came to the place where I practiced.

"Your place of cultivation, it’s really unique, how did you find this place?"

It was an empty valley, surrounded by mountains on all sides, with only one entrance, easily defensible and difficult to attack, making it an excellent place for cultivation.

"In the future, you’ll come here to cultivate."

"No, you need this place more, your cultivation is much more important than mine."

"Are you sure?"

"What?"

"I think that your current cultivation is more important than mine. If you are the sky and I am the earth, I am willing to admit it."

"Thank you for saying so, but heaven and earth, they can’t be turned upside down. Even if it were reversed, I wouldn’t be happy."

This is what I want for my right-hand man, martial arts skill or not, it doesn’t matter, the important thing is, between us, we can be honest with each other, we can say what we think without fear. At least, my left arm, must be like this.

"Have you ever seen the young master of the Zhang Ping Sword School compete?"

"Seen it, he’s good."

"Strength-wise, you’re not as good as him."

"When you put it that way, I’m sure I’m going to lose."

I nodded, Xu Dalong, the time he has spent learning the sword technique, is too short, moreover, he can’t fully utilize the Bleeding Heavenly Witch’s sword technique, nor can he expose his demonic aura, this match, is very tough for him.

"I’ll mimic the Zhang Ping Sword School’s swordsmanship, you take me as your opponent and we’ll practice!"

"Yes!"

I mimicked the swordsmanship of the young master of the Zhang Ping Sword School, with Xu Da Long, in a real battle drill.

Xu Dalong, time and time again, I was defeated by me, I showed no mercy, and on his body, he was bruised and battered. Several times, he almost lost his life, but he didn’t give up.

"Again!"

Xu Dalong, constantly trying various methods, he wanted to find a way to defeat me.

I practiced with him patiently, but I didn’t tell him how he could beat me.

Even if he would lose the match, he had to find the answer himself. The mission is important, but the life of "martial artist Xu Dalong" is even more important.

We practiced all night, Xu DaLong, exhausted, but in his eyes, there was a light that I had never seen before.

Four hours before the race started, I forced him to go to bed.

He said he was too nervous to sleep, but he just laid down and snored.

I woke him up half an hour before the game started.

"Feeling better?"

"It’s much better, I feel alive. But I had a dream that I lost the game."

Xu Dalong, looking at me with a sad face, I said with a smile:

“Let’s go see if your dream, is a nightmare, or a precognitive dream.”

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