Courtyard House: My Long and Hard Body Makes Me Play with All the Women in the Courtyard

His gaze slowly swept over the crowd. "Should we let the dream awaken completely, or let it remain asleep forever?"

Su Ting turned to look at his companions, his eyes filled with determination.

Su Ting said in a low voice, "No matter what, we can't let 'The Dream End' control the Dream Source anymore."

Chu Mo nodded, "We must use our dreams to stop her."

Just then, Zhong Meng's voice rang out again, cold and ruthless—

"You think you can seal me away with just a few of you?"

"I am no longer 'human'... I am the embodiment of the dream itself!"

Meeting that gaze, Su Ting said, word by word—

"Do not."

"You do not belong to the dream."

Her voice was clear yet firm, like a thunderclap piercing the sky—

"You've never truly had a dream."

Zhong Meng paused slightly, and the smile on her lips froze instantly.

Deep within the dream's source, a new light slowly rises—like the morning sun, tearing through the boundless darkness.

Chapter 1164 Lingering Obsession

In the depths of the dream, amidst the interplay of light and shadow, it felt as if the entire world was beginning to crumble.

"What do you mean by that?" Zhong Meng stood on the edge of the light, her gaze sharp as a knife, staring intently at Su Ting.

Su Ting took a deep breath, his gaze blazing, "You've never had a dream."

"You are merely the lingering obsession after your mother's dream was shattered... The true power of dreams lies not in changing the world, but in acceptance, understanding, and letting go!"

Zhong Meng frowned, and countless light and shadow appeared around him. His figure kept changing in the light and shadow, and for a moment, his outline seemed to be exactly the same as Su Wan's.

“You…you simply don’t understand!” His voice was filled with a heart-wrenching grief. “I am him, and he is me! We are merely different facets of the same dream! What makes you think I don’t belong to the dream?”

Chu Mo said coldly, "Because all you care about is control! You only want to use dreams to distort reality!"

“Dreams shouldn’t be a form of escape!” Chenxi followed up. “Mother… he chose to leave us because he knew that dreams cannot replace real life! But you, you want the world to fall into ruin!”

Zhong Meng's eyes trembled violently, and his fingers slowly tightened. "The reality of dreams is defined by me! Not by you!"

boom! !

He suddenly raised his hand, and a violent shockwave formed from the convergence of dream essence poured out from the crack, instantly tearing apart the surrounding space. Amidst the radiant light, several people were blasted away.

"Su Ting! Watch out!" Su Ting shouted, leaping to block him, but was also knocked back repeatedly. A sharp pain shot through his arm, and blood quietly seeped out.

"Su Ting!" Su Ting quickly helped him up, his face pale.

"Are you alright?" His voice trembled.

"No...it's nothing." He gritted his teeth and forced himself to stay upright, but a trace of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

Zhong Meng walked slowly forward, her figure floating in the wind like a phantom. "You are all too naive. This world has long been unreal, I am just... accelerating its end."

He raised his hands, and a huge dream palace appeared behind him, with countless dream threads entwined within it, like a vast and intricate spider web.

"Dreams can weave everything. Memories, emotions, and even life itself can be redefined."

"You want us all... to become part of a dream?" Su Ting's voice was hoarse, his mind in turmoil.

“No.” Zhong Meng smiled softly, and in that instant, her tenderness seemed to return to the figure of her mother. “You are not prisoners of dreams. You will become… gods of dreams.”

Chu Mo snorted coldly, his eyes sharp. "Dream on! What do you think we'll find in our dreams? Illusory family ties? False happiness? Do you think we're willing to abandon real reality to cater to your insane ideals?"

Zhong Meng's eyes became complicated. "Chu Mo, you know best what Meng's pain is like. You've lived in a 'nightmare' since you were a child. You long to change your fate, don't you? Meng gave you a chance, didn't she?"

The air suddenly froze.

“Dreams…are your enemy,” he continued, his voice carrying a seductive allure. “But you also know that they are the only salvation. As long as you are willing to let go of your resistance, dreams will reshape you, and you will become…a completely new you.”

Chu Mo clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white. "Shut up! You just want to control us, not help us!"

"So what?" Zhong Meng retorted, a sarcastic smile playing on her lips. "Do you yearn to control your own life? Then you have that opportunity now."

Chapter 1165 The Inheritor of the Dream Core

Su Ting stepped forward, blocking Chu Mo's path. "Don't listen to him! He's taking advantage of your weakness!"

“Su Ting…” Chu Mo’s voice trembled slightly.

The old man's figure gradually approached in the dim light of the dream lamp in the distance. He slowly said, "The power of dreams has never been for manipulation."

Zhong Meng frowned. "You still dare to speak... you old fool."

"Who are you?" Su Ting couldn't help but ask.

The old man looked at him and said gently, "I was once a guardian of dreams, and I was once the master of dreams. But in the end, I am just a witness to dreams."

"You mean... you're also one of the inheritors of the Dream Core?" Chenxi's voice trembled slightly.

“No, I gave up long ago.” The old man smiled, his eyes filled with deep weariness. “The power of dreams does not belong to any one person, nor should it be enslaved by any obsession. Zhong Meng, you shouldn’t have come this far.”

"What right do you have to judge me?!" Zhong Meng roared, causing the entire space to tremble once more. "You're just afraid of Meng's true power, and like him, you've chosen to run away!!"

“You’re wrong.” The old man raised the dream lamp. “I’m not afraid of dreams, I’m afraid that you’ve misunderstood dreams.”

Zhong Meng was stunned for a moment.

"The power of dreams... is never just a beginning, but a conclusion."

"You think you control the source of dreams, but you've never truly understood it."

Suddenly, the dream lamp emitted a dazzling beam of light, shining directly into the depths of the dream core.

Su Ting felt a burning sensation in his chest, and that familiar dream source began to resonate.

“Su Ting…” Chen Xi gently grasped his hand, her voice firm, “Can you feel it? Meng Yuan… responded to you.”

Su Ting closed his eyes, his mind slowly immersing itself in the ocean of light and dreams. He seemed to hear his mother's whispers and see countless forgotten fragments.

Those memories from his dreams, those sounds he thought had long since vanished, now echoed in his ears.

"Mom...where are you?"

Suddenly, a familiar yet distant voice reached his ears—

“My child, the beginning of a dream is not the end, nor is it a place you must reach... but rather... what your heart truly loves.”

"I... I really understand." Su Ting opened his eyes, his gaze unwavering.

He looked up at Zhong Meng, his voice clear yet full of strength:

“I’m not trying to defeat you… but to awaken you. Zhongmeng, you are not a part abandoned by your mother, you are… the echo of your mother’s love.”

"What did you say?!" Zhong Meng's expression changed drastically.

Su Ting took a step forward, the faint light of the Dream Lamp falling on him. "You've simply forgotten... you are not the power of the Dream Source itself, you are merely a vessel, a container for dreams. The true core of the dream... is not in your heart, but in the heart of each and every one of us."

Chu Mo suddenly burst into laughter, "Did you hear that? Did you understand what Su Ting said?"

Zhong Meng's figure began to waver, as if a gentle breeze would blow him away.

Just then, a crack slowly appeared in the core of Dream Source, and a faint but gentle light shone through.

“This is…” Su Ting’s eyes widened.

“That is the true core of the dream…” the gatekeeper murmured, “but… it will only fully awaken in the face of true ‘love’.”

Zhong Meng suddenly looked at that beam of light, and for the first time, a hint of hesitation appeared in his eyes.

Su Ting stepped forward, her gaze softening: "Come on... let's face reality together."

He held out his hand, waiting.

Chapter 1166 You're Still Here

The dream remained unmoved.

But his fingers slowly opened...

A faint sob suddenly echoed in the air—

That was the sound of a woman crying.

"mother……"

Everyone was stunned.

For the first time, tears appeared in Zhongmeng's eyes.

He slowly reached out his hand—but hesitated to touch Su Ting's palm.

The next second, he suddenly turned his head to look outside the dream rift.

His voice trembled slightly, as if he were calling out: