Fairy, dreams shouldn't be taken seriously.

Fairy, Dreams Shouldn't Be Taken Seriously (Author: You Are a Time Traveler)

Summary:

Fan Zui, a down-on-his-luck young master whose meridians are blocked.

After years of hardship, he finally awakened his cheat code.

The ability to randomly enter dreams to cultivate, gaining cultivation levels and techniques, and then bring those techniques out of the dream is truly wonderful...

This kind of life is blissful, like that of a god, and priceless.

Fan Zui was deeply involved.

One day, he emerged from the dream again, only to feel a slight chill on his neck.

"Fairy, don't do it yet. Let me explain. Things in dreams can't be taken seriously. If you don't believe me, look at your virginity mark. It's definitely still there."

The fairy gritted her teeth, her anger still burning. She lifted her sleeve, revealing her wrist, which was now free of red marks, and said coldly:

"Have you figured out how to die?"

Chapter 1 [Cultivation Through Dreams]

"Big brother, it's time to take your medicine."

Before Fan Zui even opened his eyes, a familiar and unforgettable, yet subconsciously repulsive, bitter medicinal smell wafted past his nose.

The bitterness can cause a slight dizziness.

The smell of medicine filled the entire room.

That's fine, he's already used to it.

This sentence made him wonder if he had transmigrated into the body of a pancake seller who was poisoned to death on the auspicious day of May 520th.

Coming to my senses, I rolled over and got out of bed.

The room was simply furnished with a bed, a bookshelf, a desk, and a wardrobe.

There was a book on the bedside table, which had been read so many times that it was quite wrinkled.

The creases are obvious.

Its owner must have liked it very much to look at it so often.

It's placed next to the pillow, in the easiest spot to pick it up and put it down, showing how much it loves it.

The person carrying the medicine, who pushed open the door without permission, was the head maid of the courtyard and also the old lady's personal maid.

Its name is Orange.

She wore a bright red silk dress with a low neckline, revealing her ample figure.

Her face was like a lotus flower, her eyebrows like willow leaves, and her eyes, more alluring than peach blossoms, were incredibly captivating.

Her skin was as white as snow, and her hair was black, with long, flowing black strands reaching her waist.

The hairpins and gemstones shone brightly in the morning sunlight streaming through the window.

Her bright red lips were slightly upturned; what an absolutely beautiful woman.

Actually, Fan Zui only noticed one thing about her, who came to deliver medicine every day.

This woman must be a person with a heart as vast as the sea.

It can contain everything, and its capacity is... cough cough cough.

Unfathomable!

"Eldest son, don't worry the old lady, drink your medicine."

Ju Zi carried the medicine and walked towards Fan Zui's bedside.

Fan Zui didn't make any unnecessary movements. He picked up the medicine bowl, gulped it down in one go, and finished it all.

A burning sensation immediately came from my throat.

As the medicine entered the stomach, a warming power quickly spread throughout the body, coursing through the meridians.

The maid, Ju Zi, glanced at him with a fleeting, complex look in her eyes, then walked out of the room without saying a word.

But I didn't forget to close the door behind me.

A ray of morning light shone through the window, warm but not dazzling.

Fan Zui listened to the early crowing of the five-cent chicken in the yard, which was said to have a trace of phoenix blood, and for a moment he felt a little dazed.

Thinking of his background and current situation, he sighed softly.

In fact, he was not from this world, but a time traveler.

In his past life, he was a simple office worker, working nine to five and clocking in and out.

Playing games, reading novels, watching TV series, watching porn—life is as bland as water.

As for girlfriends...

He has five.

Finally, he used his hard-earned savings of 500,000 yuan to buy a state-of-the-art female robot.

It is said that, apart from childbirth, it can satisfy all of a man's needs.

This product received rave reviews and countless orders as soon as it was launched.

However, this also attracted countless criticisms and attacks from young women.

But this does not affect its sales at all.

Fan Zui also ordered one, but on the way downstairs to pick it up after the cash-on-delivery delivery, he was struck by lightning.

In his final moments, he struggled to regain his senses and saw his phone destroyed by lightning. He breathed a sigh of relief.

It's just a pity about the robot that didn't have a chance to be inspected.

Arriving in this world of immortals, demons, monsters, and beasts, I thought that as a transmigrator, I could rise to power like the protagonists in novels, and start my life of showing off, slapping faces, and picking up beauties at will.

However, he soon learned some terrible news from his memory.

I am unable to cultivate myself!

Actually, it's not a problem with his qualifications.

But because...

On the day he awakened his talent, seven thunderbolts—red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple—gathered together, changing the color of the world and turning mountains and rivers upside down.

Under the thunderbolt, all his meridians were destroyed, and he became a cripple.

Having been struck by lightning in both his lives, Fan Zui felt that perhaps the heavens truly had a grudge against him.

He also wanted to be like other time travelers, pointing his middle finger to the sky and shouting, "My fate is in my own hands, not in the heavens!"

However, their strength ultimately did not allow it.

With all his meridians destroyed and his talent yet to awaken, he died prematurely. Nothing could be more damning than this.

Even so, the old lady still spent countless elixirs and rare treasures every day trying to open his meridians.

For fifteen years, it has been the same as always, without interruption.

Despite being secretly ridiculed and mocked by many, the elderly lady, now in her seventies, has remained completely unconcerned about it over the years.

Over the years, Fan Zui himself couldn't remember or calculate how many precious medicines, enough to make one's cultivation leap forward, the old lady had wasted on him.

Everyone in the cultivation world knows that joke:

If those rare treasures were used on someone with even a little talent for cultivation, they would have already created a powerful expert in the Formless Realm.

However, despite using up all these rare and precious materials on Fan Zui, not a single drop of water was produced.

Many people, including Fan Zui himself, sometimes don't understand why the old lady treats her adopted son so well.

It was so good that even he, a shameless transmigrator, felt a sense of guilt.

No one knows the old lady's surname anymore; all that is known is that she is now 9,999 years old, but she is still in good health.

The heavens and earth possess spiritual energy. Gathering this energy into one's body and cultivating it for one's own use can strengthen the body, grant divine or mortal abilities, and extend lifespan to thousands or even tens of thousands of years, commonly known as immortality.

For ordinary people who lack natural talent, their lifespan is at most a little over a hundred years.

Unless one can consume some rare and precious natural ingredients to nourish the body and prolong life by drawing upon the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

The old lady belonged to the latter category; she had consumed an unknown spiritual fruit when she was young.

Fan Zui sighed again. In his memory, he knew nothing about his background, only vaguely knowing that he was an orphan.

Later, he was inexplicably adopted by Fan Jian, the number one swordsman in the world, and carefully trained for three years.

However, during the talent awakening ceremony two years later, he was struck by the Seven-Colored Heavenly Lightning and became a cripple.

His adoptive father, the greatest swordsman in the world, also fell from grace. His sword broke, his cultivation was completely destroyed, and his hair turned completely white overnight.

After that, Fan Zui was sent out of the capital and to a small courtyard in Yangzhou, thousands of miles away.