I am a demonic cultivator, not a capitalist with a conscience.

Chapter 6 Who am I?

Having finished the first chapter, Lu Ziqi breathed a sigh of relief, half satisfied and half regretful, wiping the sweat from his brow.

The dream was a good dream, but if this continued, I would really go crazy.

The aftereffects of "The Dreamer" were so strong that he was both eager to know what happened next and grateful that he had finally escaped that dream where reality and illusion were indistinguishable and returned to reality.

His roommate looked at him with concern and said, "Ziqi, you've been so engrossed in your dreams these past few days. This isn't good. You're not going to Wangtian Cliff anymore, and you're neglecting your studies. Although you're getting more sleep, you can't afford to not study enough. The job market for Tianyuan cultivators is already quite tough. You won't be able to go to university or find a good job like this."

“I know,” Lu Ziqi said wearily, “but this dream is too interesting, we can’t stop playing it. You… never mind, I don’t recommend you play it. It’s fine for ordinary cultivators to play this, but those of us who follow the visualization system should probably avoid it.”

"That's true, so are you still playing?"

"I'm done. The first chapter is over, and the author probably won't be making a second chapter. After all, the quality of this dream is too high, and it's unlikely that a second chapter will be made in a short time."

The roommate breathed a sigh of relief and was about to welcome Lu Ziqi back when Lu Ziqi's phone rang.

Upon seeing the message, Lu Ziqi's expression changed.

Holding up his phone, he said with a mournful face, "Chapter Two is here..."

"Ziqi!"

"I'll only play for half an hour. If I don't wake up after half an hour, shake me awake."

"You can't say things like that! People who say things like that usually don't wake up!"

"My mind is made up, so don't try to stop me! If you're a brother, let me have my fun."

"Lu Ziqi!"

Eager to enter the dream, Lu Ziqi immediately continued the dream from before.

The new dream began to merge with the old dream, and the past progress was connected. When the dream was fully merged, he immediately sank into the dream and sat by the campfire with his friends.

The woods were quiet and cold at night, while the area around the campfire was both lively and desolate. A fat sheep hung over the fire, large clumps of fat dripping down like raindrops, creating ripples in its nostrils.

The aroma gradually eased Lu Ziqi's fatigue, but he immediately became anxious again upon seeing Sun Huowang.

The other person has changed drastically since our first meeting.

His hair became even more disheveled, his expression even more listless, and his red Taoist robe was stained with blood and chunks of flesh, becoming increasingly filthy.

His lips, hidden beneath the copper coin, were dry and chapped, and his eyes were tired and lifeless, suggesting he had endured countless hardships.

His fellow disciples automatically kept a certain distance from him. Their eyes were filled with fear, but they dared not stray too far from him, for fear of being swallowed up by the quiet forest.

Looking around, Lu Ziqi noticed that the environment here was even more refined.

Various paid materials brought the dream to life, and the cawing of crows echoed throughout the forest, making it seem even more secluded.

Compared to the darkness outside, the campfire in front of them was the only safe haven, but Sun Huowang was becoming increasingly abnormal, on the verge of exploding at any moment.

With a sigh, Lu Ziqi sat down in front of the other person and placed his hand on the other person's knee.

Sun Huowang's knees felt as hard as stone, and his skin as cold as ice. Only after being touched did he slightly come to his senses, looking at Lu Ziqi blankly as if waking from a dream.

"Huowang, although they were in the wrong first, you went too far. How could you turn them over? People aren't clothes; turning them inside out will kill them. And you only needed to turn them over once, but you actually turned them over a second time. However, there's one thing I have to praise you for: you didn't turn the old man over; you just beheaded him. That's a good thing."

"You could have just set the fire when you left, why did you bury the survivors afterward? They were crying while you were burying them, and you were still laughing. Afterward, you even asked me if the roses you planted were pretty. Those are people, not roses. You're really out of your mind." While being lectured by Lu Ziqi, Sun Huowang just stared straight at Lu Ziqi, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

Feeling ignored, Lu Ziqi got angry, stood up and kicked Sun Huowang hard, then winced in pain.

This kid is a tough nut to crack.

But he didn't want to give up on the other person. After all, Sun Huowang was like him, someone who could move between reality and this place, and they naturally felt close to each other.

Pulling up a junior brother standing nearby, Lu Ziqi rolled up his sleeve and pointed to the bruises on his arm, saying, "Fine, you don't care about strangers, but at least care about your junior brother. Look at the injuries on his body, you're the one who hit him."

"You hit me," the junior brother said in a low voice.

Lu Ziqi was taken aback, then said in confusion, "Junior brother, you can't just say things like that. It was clearly Sun Huowang who did it."

"...Senior brother, you are Sun Huowang."

"...How could this be! I am Lu Ziqi!"

The junior brother hesitated for a moment, then whispered, "Senior brother, you're Sun Huowang, the one who led us out of the cave. Um, who is Lu Ziqi?"

Lu Ziqi felt a chill rise from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, and the hairs on the back of his body stood on end, making his back both itchy and painful.

He lowered his head and heard the copper coins clinking against his face. His lips were cracked and dry, and a light lick would draw blood.

His bright red Taoist robe was covered in bloodstains, his black cloth shoes were mixed with mud and unidentified substances, and his hands, which had no good skin, were covered in blood. Every line on his hands represented a life lost.

Turning his head again, Lu Ziqi looked anxiously at Sun Huowang, and breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing him.

Pointing at Sun Huowang, he said with a smile, "Junior brother, you're teasing me again. Isn't Huowang over there? Look closely, isn't that Sun Huowang? It's Huowang, isn't it! Tell me it is!"

The junior brother in front of me was about to cry.

He tried to escape, but Lu Ziqi's expression was ferocious, and his hand was tightly gripping his junior brother's arm, preventing him from retreating.

Finally, unable to withstand the immense pressure, he cried out, "Senior brother, calm down! That's not Sun Huowang, it's a stone! The stone you brought out of the cave! You've been talking to the stone the whole time!"

"Impossible, impossible! Huowang, say something! Huowang..."

Turning his head again, Lu Ziqi found that Sun Huowang was nowhere to be seen; there was only a cold, human-shaped stone.

Staring blankly at the stone, Lu Ziqi staggered forward and reached out to touch it.

In his eyes, the stone in front of him was sometimes a stone, sometimes Sun Huowang, sometimes his attending physician at the hospital, and sometimes himself.

After standing there for a while, he pointed to himself and said, "I am... Sun Huowang?"

"Hmm." The junior brother beside him nodded cautiously.

"Who is Lu Ziqi?"

"I don't know." The junior brother shook his head cautiously.

Lu Ziqi looked around blankly, his eyes empty and unfocused.

After failing to find Sun Huowang, he collapsed to the ground, asking in bewilderment, "Then who am I? Who am I?!"

(End of this chapter)