Hire little monsters in your dreams every day

Chapter 5: You can learn real skills by following online friends.
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The heavy rain continued outside the window.

In the brightly lit study, Wu Yun held a cup of fragrant hot tea and sipped it slowly.

I was drinking while browsing Weibo.

Last night, he made many demands on many people.

These requirements are all rather unusual, but they are also not particularly noticeable.

Yang Mi's latest Weibo post...

"Latest comments..."

After scrolling for a while, I found a strange reply: the ancient poem "Quiet Night Thoughts"!
"The official Weibo account of Dami Auto..."

"Latest comments..."

After scrolling for a while, I found that the same person had replied with three different mouse emojis in a row.

I saw Li Nuanling's blog post from this morning...

It's so nice that it's raining every day!

Did she really post it?

Wu Yun sipped his tea, feeling calm and not particularly surprised.

Perhaps, subconsciously, he had already sensed that something was wrong with this dream?

In retrospect, this was indeed not a simple dream, at least not just his own dream.

"What kind of tactic is this?"
"Two realms?"
"Dreams invading reality?"
"What if next, I don't bring the abilities from my dreams into reality?"
"What's the deal with the examiners giving money?"

"The more money you have, the stronger your abilities will be?"

Wu Yun glanced at the torrential rain outside the window and his heart skipped a beat!

He's not really interested in fighting, superpowers, magic, or anything like that.

But if one could bring the ability to fly in dreams into reality, wouldn't that mean having an extraordinary ability to avoid danger, escape, and save one's life?
"The faster you fly, the better you can survive."

"Even if the world ends, as long as I fly fast enough, no danger can catch me."

"Coincidentally, I seem to have quite a talent for cloud flight..."

So-called talent is a gift bestowed by God!

We must accept this without hesitation; we cannot waste it!

Wu Yun sat in the chair, took a deep breath, and figured out the direction to follow... He would try his best to win as many first places as possible, get as much prize money as possible, and bring his cloud-riding ability as strong as possible out of the dream and into reality!
Wu Yun continued browsing Weibo, randomly clicking on the profile of one of the rescued individuals to see what kind of person he was.

Seeing him complain about the cafeteria food being bad, the company leaders being harsh, and the landlord being stingy... it turns out he's just an ordinary young man.

I also saw him sharing posts from external forums on Weibo.

Is repeatedly dreaming of billowing clouds a sign of good or bad fortune?

"Um?

"Biaoyun?"

Wu Yun clicked to enter and was surprised to find that it was a small forum called "Zhou Gong's Dream Interpretation".

The forum was surprisingly lively, with one post after another related to the soaring clouds popping up rapidly...

[I was saved by a genius last night, haha, I didn't fall off the clouds!]

So, sitting cross-legged on a cloud is the correct posture for soaring through the clouds, right?

[Brothers, which brand of windbreaker is better for riding the clouds? Bird of Prey and Coron, one or the other]

Wu Yun felt a sense of familiarity!

"So there are so many other people in the same industry here?!"

"Finally found my people..."

He put down his teacup and opened the first post.

[Yesterday I almost fell off the cloud again, but some big shot from who-knows-where helped me back up. He told me to go to Weibo and leave comments for Yang Mi. Could he be a fan of Yang Mi?]

[Me! Me! Me! I was also saved by a big shot. He asked me to leave a comment for Liu Yifei.]

[Haha, I suspect they just wanted to verify it. Didn't the people in our forum also verify it before believing the dream was real?]

Did they guess it?

There are some smart people among the netizens!
Wu Yun exited the post and opened the next one.

So, sitting cross-legged on a cloud is the correct posture for soaring through the clouds, right?

The guy who saved me yesterday was sitting cross-legged on a cloud, flying steadily and fast!

[Holy crap, I never imagined that Tengyun could fly so fast!]

【I'll also sit cross-legged from now on!】

Can you fly that fast while sitting cross-legged?

[Oh, I see! I get the trick!]

Sitting cross-legged is definitely the right thing to do, but don't oversimplify things.

I have already analyzed the principles of cloud soaring. Clouds are something that can be controlled by will. The shape, properties, and movement of clouds are all determined by the will of the cloud soarer. Stronger will results in stronger control, and weaker will results in weaker control.

Those who soar through the clouds can make them square, and the clouds will become square.

Those who soar through the clouds can make them round, and the clouds will become round.

In theory, if a cloud-rider wished, they could even compress clouds into water or ice.

If a cloud user has strong enough control over the clouds, they can fly standing up, sitting down, or lying down. You can even fly incredibly well while doing a handstand on the clouds.

Learning to sit cross-legged like a pro is definitely not a problem, but you also need to understand that the most crucial thing is the pro's terrifying control over the cloud.

In front of the computer screen, Wu Yun stared at the netizen's reply, reading it several times and thinking for several minutes. He then recalled his experience in the dream and gradually understood...

"...That's really true!"

He used to only focus on flying, but today he finally understood the principles from netizens' comments.

Sure enough, you can learn real things online!
He finished reading this post and then went to the next one.

[Brothers, which brand of windbreaker is best for riding the clouds?]

[Should I grit my teeth and buy a bone bird?]

Wu Yun does know this... whatever you wear before bed, you'll wear in your dreams.

The recommendations from netizens were surprisingly consistent: "Go for the Bonebird; it's a bit pricey, but it's really windproof!"

[The recommended set is a three-piece suit: a hard-shell Bird's Bone jacket, a down jacket with ribs, and a quick-drying shirt.]

Falling from the clouds, falling and falling, feeling like you'll hit the ground and die at any moment, yet never actually dying—that feeling is truly unbearable. Having a bird on your body is like wearing armor, giving you a little sense of security.

I saw that the big shot wore a cloud cloak over his body and covered his face; he looked pretty cool.

Stop talking nonsense; it has nothing to do with ordinary people.

"Wearing a cloud cloak... isn't very comfortable either."

He quickly browsed the posts and saw several photos of windbreakers and quick-drying clothes posted by netizens, so he decided to buy a few as well.

I went to look at the next post, but it was a wishing post.

[This female believer wishes to maintain a balanced diet of meat and vegetables throughout her life; please, great one, save me again tomorrow!]

[This faithful man wishes for a balanced diet of meat and vegetables throughout his life; please, someone save me once a day!]

[This female believer wishes for a balanced diet of meat and vegetables throughout her life, and begs a powerful figure to carry her through the game every day!]

Family members, speaking of which, why can't the big boss help us more?

Helping us would be a piece of cake for him, wouldn't it?

[He could have simply raised his hand and saved us from a night of nightmares about falling from great heights. Isn't that a good thing?]

He couldn't possibly be that cold and selfish, could he?

"what?"

Wu Yun was frustrated.

There are bad people among netizens!

Does that mean it would be wrong not to help him?

But someone immediately jumped out to reply and refute.

Stop talking nonsense. It's a favor if the big shot saves you, it's their right not to.

It doesn't even qualify as a favor.

What use is your favor to them?

Currently, both the Ghost Messenger and Thunder Pool pathways allow people to enter the mortal realm with attained rank, and some even become celestial officials. It's hard to say what the world will become next.

Even the big shots on our Biaoyun platform are busy vying for top positions!

[Getting good rankings every day, ultimately winning a rank, and then entering the mortal world as a celestial official—that's their real business.]

Only by striving for the highest rank of the ninth grade can one have a stronger trump card in chaotic times.

[The big shots don't have time to bother with you.]

Upon seeing this, Wu Yun was stunned.

The path through the clouds?

The highest level of the ninth grade of fruit rank?
Celestial Official?

He had heard these words in his dreams.

Having read so many online novels, it's not like I wouldn't understand them.

But what surprised him was how netizens seemed to know everything.

"This... getting good rankings every day, striving for the ninth-rank fruit position, entering the mortal world as a celestial official, having a stronger trump card in the upcoming chaotic world... your thinking is clearer than mine."

"If I get first place every day, can I qualify for the ninth rank?"

“Through the Ghost Messenger Path and the Thunder Pool Path, some people have obtained official positions and become celestial officials.”

"This is the first time I've heard of this."

Wu Yun once again exclaimed with admiration, "I can really learn something from netizens!"

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Heavy rain poured down, forming a curtain of water that cascaded down from the eaves of the green-tiled roof.

A cold wind, carrying moisture, blew into the Liu family's main hall.

Liu Mian, sitting at the very end near the door, was deathly pale and looked terrible.

The family uncles and elders sitting in higher positions were either angry or laughing.

"I am just a lowly commoner from the lower realm, with only a little talent. It's nothing special."

"The ninth-rank fruit position is not something he can covet."

"Hahaha, Mian'er, you've been lazy all this time, now you're reaping the consequences, aren't you?"

The patriarch, seated in the highest position, had his entire face hidden in shadow, revealing neither his joy nor anger.

"Okay."

When he opened his mouth, the entire room fell silent.

"Ninth Brother, open the family treasury and let Ye'er and Mian'er choose some protective magical artifacts."

"Eleventh Brother, write a Black Water Curse on the undergarments of both Ye'er and Mian'er."

The ninth and eleventh uncles in the hall immediately agreed.

Liu Mian, sitting at the last seat, was surprised.

Family treasure trove?

How could someone like him, a third-generation junior, be allowed into the treasure vault?

Blackwater Curse?

This thing is extremely valuable, extremely rare, and extremely vicious!

With this curse on him, anyone who gets within three feet of him and shows any hostility will be afflicted by the curse, their luck will decline, their life force will wither, and they will suffer from the five decays and three evils. Within two years, they will surely die a violent death!
Even more terrifying is that this curse can be brought into dreams and also taken out of dreams!
If those lowly people from the lower realm dare to approach him again, they will be entangled in the curse. Even if they escape the dream and return to the mortal realm, they will not be able to shake off the curse and will surely die within two years!
In the main hall, the patriarch tossed a jade talisman with a "whoosh," which flew across the air above the vast council hall and landed in Liu Mian's hand.

"Don't panic when something happens."

"Our Liu family has cultivated immortality for generations, so why should we bother with a mere lowly commoner from the lower realm?"
"With your family backing you up, you can make many mistakes."

"The lowly people of the lower realm can only make one mistake."

"After a mistake, there will be no way to recover."

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