Then all my cultivation as an immortal has been for nothing?

Chapter 38 Storms
Wang Yi entered the dream again, but ended up in a personal dream where he couldn't take anything out.

He immediately exited the dream and tried to re-enter, only to find that it was already dawn when he opened his eyes.

It takes an hour and a half to enter deep sleep each time I dream, which is such a waste of time. Even if I get into a dream and immediately take the thing out, I can only dream four or five times a night at most.

What's most annoying is that they run into your dreams. Not only are there "people" in your dreams, but once the dreamer discovers them, they also refresh the defenses formed by your subconscious self-defense consciousness.

People with weak self-defense awareness are likely to encounter security guards with batons, who are relatively easy to deal with.

People with a strong sense of self-defense will spawn fully armed security forces, and once they start attacking, their firepower will be as fierce as if they were fighting the Vietnam War.

Wang Yi had no idea how to avoid these annoying personal dreams, and only wanted to enter public dreams where he could gain something.

I wonder if upgrading the Dream Walker's supernatural powers to the next level will solve this problem.

He sat up as he thought about it.

The aches and pains in his body had lessened considerably, but to prevent himself from suddenly crying out in pain on the road, Wang Yi still swallowed the normal dose of ibuprofen.

After quickly washing up and getting dressed, Wang Yi walked out the door with his head held high.

Elsa: "The uniform the company issued to match your changed figure is pretty good, isn't it?"

Wang Yi: "I took a 'power pill' in the afternoon and my body changed. When I left the company, my new uniform was already made. Could it be that this uniform was pieced together from scrap fabric by machine?"

"No, it's not that. After you joined the company, the logistics department started procuring your equipment. Yesterday was just a slightly expedited process."

Looking at the suit in the dressing mirror, which had been made in less than a week, Wang Yi couldn't believe it could have been produced in such a short time.

Elsa explained from the side: "This suit is bulletproof, just like the one worn by Zhang Weike in the movie. However, you need to keep the air on the outer surface of the suit so that the fibers on the surface of the suit will be tightly packed together to form a hard armor."

"This is the latest technology! Although the company is quick to promote the latest technology, a considerable number of field operators have not yet received this new version of the bulletproof suit!"

Wang Yi looked down at Elsa and asked, "So, by wearing this suit, I don't need to wear a bulletproof vest covered in heavy armor plates?"

Elsa: "No, actually, in terms of bulletproof performance, a suit is far inferior to a normal bulletproof vest."

"Why?" Wang Yi asked in surprise, "Is it because the plated bulletproof vest is affecting your movements?"

Elsa raised her index finger and waved it: "No, no, no, it's not that superficial. I'm asking you, why not use the same technology in this suit on the bulletproof plates? Using the same technology, a one-centimeter-thick bulletproof plate is definitely more reliable than a thin suit."

That makes sense.

Wang Yi straightened his suit again, looked at himself in his glasses and saw that he looked very different from when he left the house yesterday, and winked.

As he opened his door, he heard the sound of a door opening downstairs.

With a relaxed mood, Wang Yi quickly descended the stairs and turned the corner to greet Wang Chengyan: "Good morning, did you sleep well last night?"

Wang Chengyan was bending down to put on her high heels, a posture that made Wang Yi immediately look away and press the camera button on his phone.

"Pfft," Ms. Wang happened to see this action and laughed, "You're really skilled at covering the camera as soon as you see a beautiful woman."

Wang Yi laughed and said, "There's no other way. I've just been officially hired—I mean, I saw hope of being officially hired, but I can't afford to be falsely accused. If I can't be officially hired, I'll have to go back to my hometown to take the civil service exam."

Wang Chengyan echoed with empathy: "Yeah, yeah, if you fail to settle down in Yangcheng, you can only go back to your hometown. If you go home, you have to prepare for the civil service exam and practice writing essays. As for me, I'll probably be going on countless blind dates."

"You still have to go on blind dates!" Wang Yi exclaimed. "I thought it would be easy for a pretty girl like you to get married; you could pick and choose any rich man you wanted."

"I'm not looking for a rich husband, I want to find someone I like."

Wang Yi casually asked, "So what kind of person do you like?"

He regretted asking the question as soon as it left his mouth. What if Wang Chengyan said something like, "like you"? Then he would have no choice but to refuse, since this was probably due to the natural influence of cultivators on ordinary people.

However, the restorative power of the Nine Cauldrons was clearly very strong. Wang Chengyan seriously considered the matter, neither answering immediately nor showing any goodwill towards Wang Yi.

Clearly, at this point, Wang Chengyan's feelings for Wang Yi were merely those of an "interesting neighbor."

Wang Chengyan thought for a moment and said, "I prefer the kind of person who, even though they have a chance to seduce me, still tells me about literature and travels around the world—I like that kind of person."

Elsa teased from the side, "Well, at least you meet the requirement of having the opportunity to seduce someone but not actually doing so."

Wang Yi ignored Elsa and instead asked Wang Chengyan, "Which senior brother are you referring to?"

Wang Chengyan: "This is referring to my Animus!"

Wang Yi: "Huh... what is that?"

Wang Chengyan laughed heartily: "Looks like you're not the one I'm dreaming of!"

Elsa: "Tsk, this girl obviously didn't drink last night because she didn't see you. She's completely depleted by Jiuding. If you treat her to a few more drinks, she won't say that anymore."

Wang Yi finally couldn't help but ask Elsa, "Is it really okay to toy with other people like this?" "If you think it's not okay, then that's right. This is the purpose of us separating you from her, so that she will be your anchor. Even if an accident happens in the future, or she is corrupted by demons, you will be more likely to go astray because you will have memories of her."

After Elsa finished speaking, she used telekinesis to take out her phone, glanced at the screen, and said, "Hmm, I memorized it perfectly this time."

You actually memorized it! What happened to your claim of being lazy?
The arrogant one has been sidelined!
"Oh, right!" Wang Chengyan put on his shoes, looked up at Wang Yi, and said, "Is my notebook with you? Can you give it back to me?"

"Okay, I'll go get it right away."

Wang Yi turned around, ran up and down three stairs in one go, full of energy.

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7:30, Dingsheng Teahouse.

As a long-established neighborhood teahouse, Dingsheng's popularity has always remained high, with a large number of elderly men and women coming to drink tea every morning after finishing their morning exercise.

The leader of the Micro Light Alliance stormed into the teahouse and headed straight for a private room on the second floor.

The lobby manager immediately came up to him: "Mr. Liu, you didn't make an appointment today. The main hall is not here. Only Mr. Bai is doing the accounting."

Alliance leader Mr. Liu sighed: "What era are we living in? They're still playing this childish game of the Red Gate. Nowadays, big shots wear executive jackets and gold-rimmed glasses. When they want to kill someone, they just say, 'Tell the Mexican I want to eat fish.'"

The lobby manager said with a smile, "Mr. Liu is indeed one of the top ten young entrepreneurs. I heard that when you get angry, there's no Kangfuxin liquid left to drink in the entire eastern Guangdong."

Several elderly women turned their heads in surprise upon hearing the manager's words—because the "Little Elf of Eastern Guangdong" was so famous that everyone in the city knew what the raw materials of Kangfuxin Liquid were.

Leader Liu: "I don't care, I have to see your boss today, or else I'll—you know what I mean!"

Lobby Manager: "Alright, please have some tea in a private room first, I'll go make a call..."

"Mr. Liu, what brings you here today?" The strategist of the New Alliance—also known as Bai Yushan—appeared at the top of the stairs leading to the second floor. "Aren is really clueless. For something like this, please come upstairs and let me handle it. You go and call the boss. Come on, gentlemen, this way please."

With a stern face, Leader Liu walked up the stairs and followed Mr. Bai into a private room.

On the private table, there was only a basket of lion's head meatballs, a bowl of congee with preserved egg and lean pork, and a plate of rice noodle rolls.

There was a laptop next to the breakfast that hadn't been eaten yet, so it's true that Mr. Bai was checking the accounts.

Once the guests and host were seated, Mr. Bai raised his hand and used telekinesis to close the door, saying, "This place is soundproof, and there are metal wires embedded in the walls, making it a Faraday cage. You can say whatever you want here without any problem."

Leader Liu cut to the chase: "We have a Dream Walker who was killed in a dream."

Mr. Bai: "Isn't that your area of ​​expertise? Many of our cultivators are also secretly using your film market. The number of people coming to our offline markets has obviously decreased, and even the guests at the auctions have become less enthusiastic about bidding."

Xinhelian has been running an underground trading market to help demonic cultivators who lack formal channels to obtain medicinal materials exchange for resources.

Yes, demonic cultivators have to concoct their own elixirs. Sometimes, there are company-made elixirs that leak out from who-knows-where, and they are usually sold at exorbitant prices.

The company frequently cracks down on the New Alliance, but this organization has managed to survive to this day, leading to some rumors, such as the New Alliance being a target for funding by the company's field department, and so on.

Leader Liu slammed his hand on the table: "Don't try to beat around the bush! First, a serial killer suddenly appeared in the unconscious space of the film market and ambushed the newbies who came to participate in the film market."

"Then a skilled firearms-wielding righteous cultivator came in, forcing our latest film market to close early to prevent the company's dream-entering forces from sweeping over."

"In the very end, you finally brought on the killing. The expert told me that the ring on Li Le's hand could stop 20 rounds of 9x19mm bullets. I don't know much about firearms, but this kind of shield should be able to stop even medium-powered rifle bullets!"
"He was killed instantly by fierce firepower! If it wasn't you, was it a company dog? If it really was the company that made the move, then the Gewushi and I would be finished too. It's impossible to only attack Li Le. He's not an indispensable person in the film market. We have plenty of Dream Walkers."

"So the conclusion is obvious!"

Leader Liu stopped and stared at Mr. Bai: "This is your warning to us! You are forcing us to back down so that you can take over the already mature film market!"

Mr. Bai began to applaud: "Excellent, excellent! The key is that I still can't find any logical flaws. But Chief Liu..."

“Leader,” Mr. Liu corrected, “Don’t make us sound like the Beggars’ Sect. We use cockroaches to help the government dispose of kitchen waste, and we sell cockroaches to make a health supplement. Our cash flow is much more stable than your teahouse!”

Mr. Bai shook his head and his face fell: "Alliance Leader Liu, your reasoning has a fatal flaw, which is that we did not kill anyone."

Leader Liu slammed his fist on the table: "Do you think I believe you?"

"Secondly!" Mr. Bai raised his voice, "If Mr. Li was killed by a gun in a dream, and it hasn't been 24 hours yet, you can find a doctor to revive him."

Alliance Leader Liu: "I don't believe you! You killed them, why wouldn't you refine them? We're all demonic cultivators, don't pretend to be innocent!"

Mr. Bai: "We can give it a try, I'll pay for it myself."

Leader Liu stared at Mr. Bai for a few seconds, then cursed, "No need, our factory is big enough to afford this amount of money."

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