Dream Picking Records

In the territory of the Murong clan in the Southern Region, a middle-aged man sat upright on a chair carved from ancient sandalwood, while the clan elders sat in two rows.

The man angrily crushed the tea bowl in his hand, breaking the silent atmosphere.

"Humph! The Overlord has just made his mark in the Western Region, and someone dares to impersonate him in the Southern Region. What do you think, uncles?"

"Dayan, don't be angry. Anger will only cloud your mind and make you lose your ability to judge."

The middle-aged man was the current patriarch of the Murong family - Murong Dayan, and the old man who spoke was his second uncle.

"My second uncle taught me."

"In my opinion, it would be best to find someone to come out in the name of the Murong family and get rid of the impostor."

"According to Second Uncle, it would be better to wait for Overlord to take action himself. This way the effect will be better."

"Hey, the Overlord is far away in the Western Regions. If we don't resolve this issue quickly, it will tarnish the reputation of the Murong family. Things will change over time. We can't let the outside world know our other identity, right?"

The hall was silent again. Murong Dayan closed his eyes and pondered for a long time before finally making a decision.

"Who do you think is the best person to be born?"

"In my opinion, this matter must be handled by Bo Wang. As the second strongest person in the Murong clan today, he is the most reliable and can convince the outside world. He can also highlight the prestige of our Murong clan."

The third brother, who was sitting next to his second uncle, stood up and said.

Murong Dayan glanced at them, wondering what he was thinking about.

"Okay, Chuan Bowang come in."

Not long after, a young figure appeared in the room. His movements were extremely strange and more proficient than Murong Hanhai's.

"Murong Bowang, I order you to appear in the name of the Murong family and make sure to eliminate the fake Overlord and clear your title of Thief Saint!"

"Yes! Bowang will definitely live up to the trust of the clan leader."

"Also, there was a theft in the sect more than a month ago. You should pay more attention to it and check whether it was done by someone in the clan."

The young man in the room clasped his fists and bowed his head. Instantly, a fierce look emerged, and a bold plan was born in his mind.

……

"As expected of you, the God of Peace!"

Wang Xiao had just mastered the fragment he had obtained from Yan Xinmo, and his desire to read the entire article was once again strong.

When his mental power was released, he found Han Mouren rushing up the mountain in a hurry.

"Master Murong, have you been in Bandit Mountain?"

"What happened?" Wang Xiao didn't understand why he asked.

"During the past few days since I went down the mountain, I heard that a Murong Tyrant appeared in the Southern Region and set up a ring to challenge all parties. I thought it was you who came to fight."

"How could I do such a thing? Normally, if I could take revenge, I would do it right away."

"That's right. I heard that Cen Daozi later came forward and testified that the fake Murong Bawang was the descendant of the Thief Saint. The people of the Southern Region are now working together to hunt him down."

"The fake Murong Bawang?" Wang Xiao thought secretly, isn't he the fake one?

Things become interesting now that the real owner has been labeled an imposter.

"Friend Han, you stay at Bandit Mountain for two days while I go down the mountain."

"Master, are you going to the Southern Region to fight counterfeiting? I'll go with you, so we can have more helpers."

"I appreciate your kindness, fellow Taoist. If Wang Xiaoyu is the only one in Feishan, I'm afraid my home will be gone when I return, and I'll become a fake by then, haha!"

"Okay, Taoist priest, be careful."

Seeing that he agreed to stay, Wang Xiao took out his whisk, tidied up his Taoist robe, and began to travel around the southern region to fight counterfeiting.

"The Thief Saint has fled to Deer Horn Mountain!"

"The Thief Saint has fled to Big Sun Ridge!"

"The Thief Saint has fled to Luofu Swamp!"

……

"What a good runner!" Wang Xiao was embarrassed. He followed Murong Bawang to one place after another. Every time he arrived, Murong Bawang had already escaped.

A weed-covered plain with more human traces. Wang Xiao asked for information along the way and followed the footsteps of the large army to this place.

He saw a lone monk in front of him and quickly walked forward to inquire.

"Wulian Shoufu, may I ask, fellow Daoist, is Murong Bawang in the ancient town of Houliang ahead?"

"Yes, Taoist priest. I did see a man being chased by a group of people and fled here."

"Thank you."

"Why does this Taoist priest look so familiar..." the man muttered after Wang Xiao left.

After confirming the location, Wang Xiao quickly arrived at the ancient town of Houliang, which had long been deserted.

It is said that this place was once attacked by a beast tide, and the survivors moved to other places. Now the town is the latest place where Murong Bawang escaped and hid.

Wang Xiao walked along the desolate dirt road, occasionally startling a few unknown birds. Soon he arrived at the center of the town.

In front of him was a dead tree that was so thick that it took three people to hug it. Behind the dead tree was an ancestral temple. The temple had long been dilapidated, but a large number of monks gathered nearby.

His arrival naturally attracted the attention of others.

"The Thief Saint...Oh no, the real Murong Overlord is here!"

Wang Xiao glanced at him. He remembered the person who was speaking. He was one of the 'Zuo Ciming' who he had beaten before.

"Why are you gathering in the ancestral hall if you are not going to catch the Thief Saint?"

"Humph, there's no reason to tell you." Some people are more tough.

"Hey, I haven't asked you yet, just go ahead!" Wang Xiao ignored him and turned to ask the person he had beaten.

"Don't be afraid. We, the monks from the Southern Region, have your back."

Obviously, Zuo Ciming was not fooled by the tough guy. As the saying goes, a good man never suffers a loss in front of him. He did not think that the outsiders could stop Wang Xiao from beating him up, so he explained the current situation to him in a gentle voice.

"Master, there is a trap in the ancestral hall, and the Thief Saint is hiding inside. Except for Cen Daozi and others, we cannot get in, so we are left outside to guard. By the way, before you came, a Master from your Murong family had already gone in."

Wang Xiao paused, a little confused. Is someone from the Murong family coming?

He came to the ancestral hall mechanism and saw an ordinary door. There were several pools of blood at the door, belonging to the injured Murong Bawang and several heroes who were swallowed.

He stepped in and immediately felt an extremely strong tearing force trying to destroy his body and soul. However, this strength was not enough to stop him. The whole process lasted about three minutes, and he entered a different space.

What caught the eye was a huge city with no end in sight, with pavilions, towers, shops, houses and everything else, but without a single resident.

Wang Xiao flew to the city gate and touched the wall with his fingers.

He found that all the buildings were well preserved, with only the dust covering them indicating that they had been dormant for who knows how long.

And today it finally ushered in new life.

Following the remaining scent, he soon discovered four people.

In the wide martial arts arena, Cen Daozi, Yan Xinmo and a man dressed as a Taoist priest were chasing and beating another Taoist priest.

The Taoist priest who was beaten was Murong Bawang. At this moment, he was trying his best to avoid the attacks of the three people.

He had sustained multiple sword wounds, the remaining sword energy was still wreaking havoc, blood oozed from the wounds from time to time. But it could be seen that the heaviest injury came from the palm print on his back, deep enough to see the bone.

"You are such a thief, you dare to ruin the reputation of our Murong family!"

The one who fought the hardest was the other Taoist priest who was speaking - Murong Bowang.

When they noticed Wang Xiao's arrival, the four of them paused and looked at him in confusion.

"I, Murong Bawang, am here!" Wang Xiao's mind raced, and he shouted and joined the battle.

The real Murong Ba Wang really wanted to yell, but his injuries were so severe that even if he yelled, it would hurt his wounds.

Murong Bowang was shocked and puzzled. But he changed his mind and thought that this was fine. As long as he could kill Wang Xiao, it would be fine. He would kill the real one first.

So he stopped his attack and solemnly introduced Wang Xiao's identity.

"Look carefully, this is the Murong Overlord of my clan!"

Murong Bawang was not stupid either, and he immediately understood what his cousin wanted to do.

When he was so angry that one Buddha was born and two Buddhas ascended to heaven, he remembered Wang Xiao's voice in his heart.

"If you want to live, do as I say..."

"Why should I trust you, you fake!"

"Four to one, it seems you have no choice." Wang Xiao said lightly.

Indeed, in the current situation, as long as the two Taoists on the opposite side persist, he will definitely die.

Helpless and after seeing the reality clearly, he had to choose to trust Wang Xiao temporarily.