I have been a saint in the world for three thousand years

Yan Xiu slowly opened his eyes and glanced around with his bright eyes.

The sky was a rich dark purple, as if night was about to fall, but the stars and the moon were colorful, hanging in the sky like huge gems.

"Dream?"

Yan Xiu murmured.

When one reaches his level, staying up day or night will not cause any problems, and dreaming is even more impossible.

Since I seem to be trapped in a dream, there must be something fishy going on.

"I want to see what the game is."

Yan Xiu walked forward calmly without any hurry.

He has enough confidence and strength to shatter this dream and return to reality.

Walking along a winding path, the trees on both sides are tall and twisted, with a faint fluorescence flowing among the branches and leaves.

There is a strange fragrance in the air, sometimes strong, sometimes light.

In the distant sky, you can vaguely see flocks of birds soaring in the sky.

The beautiful buildings with carved beams and painted rafters appear and disappear in the mist, like a fairyland.

Following the path to a lake, Yan Xiu stepped onto the black-sailed boat docked on the shore.

Although there was no boatman, the oars on the boat moved by themselves and swayed towards the center of the lake.

The water surface was sparkling, and the rippling waves attracted a large school of fish.

As the boat gradually approached the center of the lake, the surrounding scenery suddenly changed and distorted.

At the same time, Yan Xiu's body also changed.

I saw that his limbs were degenerating, his lower body had turned into a fish tail, fish scales grew on his skin, and his mouth opened and closed, spitting out bubbles.

When I looked around again, it was pitch black with only light coming from the bowl-sized sky above my head. There were no birds or animals, or magnificent buildings.

The little fish that Yan Xiu transformed into swung its tail to the edge and slammed into it hard.

“Is this actually in a fish tank?”

As Yan Xiu spoke, clusters of tiny bubbles emerged and floated towards the only light above his head.

The next moment, a big hand dropped from above his head and groped in the water tank.

After a while, Yan Xiu and several other fish were scooped out of the tank by big hands and came into the outside world.

The strong light took Yan Xiu's eyes a while to adjust.

"Tuk-tuk-tuk."

There was a sound of chopping, and an old man in Taoist robes came into view.

The old man was wearing a Taoist robe that had been starched and faded. He had a clear face and silver hair. The wrinkles on his face were like dead branches, recording endless vicissitudes of life.

Although the old man looked old, his hands moved very quickly.

He gutted the fish and chopped it into pieces cleanly and neatly, his movements smooth and fluid, like a veteran who had been killing fish in the fish pen for decades.

After scraping the chopping board clean, he placed another fish on it.

"Tuk-tuk-tuk."

As the old man chopped the kitchen knife down, the fish was chopped into pieces again.

Although it was not his turn yet, Yan Xiu felt that every blow from the Taoist-robed old man was a deep cut into his body.

Every time the old man brought down his sword, Yan Xiu felt that his cultivation level was cut down by one level.

Benedict——

The first knife.

Benedict——

Second knife.

Benedict——

The third knife.

...

After more than ten strikes, Yan Xiu's realm had been reduced to the lower three levels.

"This person's magic is so mysterious!"

Yan Xiu was not panicked, but instead marveled at the amazing methods of the old man in Taoist robe.

After the old man finished chopping the fish in his hand, he placed Yan Xiu on the chopping board.

"Who are you? Where is this place?"

Yan Xiu, who had turned into a fish, spoke in human language without a trace of panic.

The old man in Taoist robe was obviously a little surprised that Yan Xiu could speak.

He lowered his lofty gaze and looked at Yan Xiu like a god in the sky.

"Interesting. I never thought that there is someone in this world who can speak after being touched by my dream-entering technique."

The old man's tone then became calm again, and he looked down at Yan Xiu and asked.

"I don't see any fear in your eyes, why aren't you afraid?"

Although Yan Xiu turned into a fish, his heart was as calm as a well, and his eyes were still lively.

"It's just a dream. If it can't kill me, why should I be afraid?"

The old man laughed out loud after hearing this.

He nailed the kitchen knife in his hand to the chopping board, pointed at the scattered fish pieces in the bamboo basket and said, "Do you know who those fish that were caught with you are?"

Without waiting for Yan Xiu to speak, the old man continued.

"This is Nan Tianren, the leader of the Cang Qiong Sect. This is Hui Ke, the abbot of the Lei Yin Temple. That is Yan Yuguang of the Yu Qing Sect. And this is this one."

He pointed at a large, plump fish hanging on the railing and said, "This is Qu Li from Huanyue Palace. It is said that his illusion skills are unrivaled in the world. It's a pity that he met me."

After hearing this, the big fish shook its body wildly, with visible fear in its eyes.

After gutting the hanging fish and chopping it into pieces and throwing them into the fish basket, the old man in Taoist robes laughed and said, "Compared to these people, do you think you have a chance of escaping my dream-entering technique?"

Cangqiong Gate, Leiyin Temple, Huanyue Palace, Yuqing Sect.

Yan Xiu had heard about these sects from intelligence. They were the behind-the-scenes controllers and leaders of the martial arts world of some powerful dynasties in the surrounding areas. They were no less powerful than the Xianyue Holy Land, and some were even stronger than it.

But now they are all fish on the chopping board, at the mercy of others.

"In that case, why not let me die knowingly? Tell me who you are and why you want to kill me?"

Yan Xiu stared at him, without a trace of cowardice in his eyes.

The old man in Taoist robe showed an appreciative look and nodded slightly.

"Why would you need a reason to crush an ant to death? You are so calm and fearless when facing death. I really admire you."

"In that case, I will spare your life. If you have the ability in the future, remember to come and seek revenge on me."

"Remember, I am the Palace Master of Lingxu Palace, Sang Qingshan!"

After saying that, he threw Yan Xiu out.

As for the name of this little fish, or which sect it came from, he had no interest at all.

He let go of countless people like this, and killed countless of them.

The surrounding scenery began to spin rapidly, making people dizzy.

Yan Xiu felt as if he was flying rapidly in a weightless environment.

With a sound like breaking glass, he finally left the dream.

Yan Xiu slowly opened his eyes at the edge of the cliff and exhaled softly.

"Lingxu Palace, Sang Qingshan."

The Lingxu Palace Master's ability to enter dreams is truly extraordinary.

Compared with the martial arts in this world, Sang Qingshan's art of entering dreams already has some level of immortal cultivation.

Judging from Sang Qingshan’s tone, he had killed countless geniuses and sect leaders with this technique of entering dreams.

Relying on his own strength, he made such arrogant statements to Yan Xiu that if he had the ability in the future, he could come and seek revenge on him.

After all, in his eyes, Yan Xiu was no different from those fish that he had chopped into pieces in the past.

Yan Xiu chuckled, slowly stood up, and walked towards the courtyard behind him.

"Interesting, really interesting. I am becoming more and more interested in this art of entering dreams."