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

"You will see what a real dream looks like."

Wind blows.

The sky was like a mirror, shattering silently.

"You're insane!" Su Ting abruptly took a step back, his voice filled with barely suppressed rage. "You want to lead us into a 'deep dream' whose boundaries are unclear? What exactly does your so-called 'origin authority' mean? The dream core is already..."

"The Dream Core has never disappeared." Meng Li's voice was as clear and cool as the morning breeze, yet it carried an undeniable certainty. "It is simply... waiting for the true successor to return."

Su Ting sneered, purple light surging in his palm, his eyes icy: "Then I'd like to see if you, this so-called 'Zero Sequence Awakener,' have the right to stand here and speak."

He suddenly attacked, and a dream stream that tore through space rushed straight towards Meng Li's face!

However, just as it was about to touch her, the purple dream stream seemed to be twisted by some invisible force, collapsing into points of light that scattered with the wind.

"The Dream Core will not harm its creator." Meng Li looked at him, her tone still calm. "And you are nothing more than a continuation of its fragmented will."

"What did you say?!"

“Your dreams are built on a forgotten framework,” Xu Yuan finally spoke, his gaze calm as still water. “And Meng Li represents the true master of this framework.”

"You're on their side?" Su Ting turned his head, his voice trembling slightly.

“I have never taken sides,” Xu Yuan said calmly. “I have only guided you to see the essence of dreams.”

Su Ting gritted her teeth, the silver light in her palm flickering uncertainly. The Dream Bridge Authority hovered above her, as if struggling to decide who it should belong to.

Mengli slowly raised her hand, and a cyan-gold light emerged from her chest, echoing the dreamlike morning light hanging down from the crack.

At that moment, Su Ting finally felt an unprecedented sense of oppression—not a difference in strength, but rather…

"Are you really the creator of dreams?" she asked softly.

Mengli nodded: "We are not gods, but we are the very beginning of dreams. We existed before dreams fell asleep."

"You're saying these things...you're...resurrecting it?"

"No." Mengli waved her hand gently, and the crack in the sky instantly spun faster, and a new pillar of light began to take shape, like a second eye opening in a dream. "I am letting the dream... rediscover itself."

boom--! !

The entire dream trembled violently, and the distant sea of ​​dreams churned like towering waves.

"They've arrived," Mengli said softly. "The arrival of the first batch of awakened children has begun."

Chapter 1213 You were in there too?

Just then, a figure leaped down from the depths of the rift—clad in a silver-patterned battle robe, with three dreamlike images appearing in his eyes!

“Meng…Meng Lan?” Su Ting’s pupils contracted. “You were in there too?!”

The man named Meng Lan landed in mid-air, his gaze as cold as frost, and glanced at everyone present: "Su Ting, Su Ting... if you don't want to become erased fragments in this dream reconstruction, now is the time to make a choice."

"You betrayed Mengqiao?!" Su Ting roared.

"No, I simply chose the real dream." Meng Lan's lips curled slightly. "And you? Can you accept that everything you've protected might just be a reflection of a forgotten dream?"

“What we are protecting is… order.” Su Ting clenched his fist.

“Dreams don’t need order.” Meng Lan slowly raised her hand, and behind her, light and shadow surged as figures slowly fell from the cracks. “They only need to awaken.”

“Are they…other Awakened Ones?” Su Ting looked at Meng Li.

“Yes.” Mengli nodded. “Menglan, Mengyan, Mengyan… each of them is a being sleeping in the deepest part of the dream world.”

“And now,” he said softly, “they’re coming back to take back control of the dream.”

“If you don’t come with us into the depths of the dream core,” Meng Lan said coldly, “your authority will be regarded as remnants that interfere with the dream and will be eliminated.”

"You're threatening us?!" Su Ting glared angrily.

“It’s not a threat,” Meng Lan said calmly, “just a reminder.”

Mengli stepped forward, looked at Su Ting, and softened her tone: "Su Ting, you are closest to the essence of dreams, and you are most likely to be accepted by dreams. Come with me. Only by truly entering the core of dreams will you understand the meaning of all this."

Su Ting didn't speak. He looked down at the slightly shimmering silver scepter in his palm, then looked at Su Ting—

His eyes were filled with resistance and resentment, but there was also a hint of wavering.

He gritted his teeth, looked up and said, "I'll go with you, but you have to promise me one thing."

"Go ahead," Mengli said, her eyes still gentle.

"I want to see the Dream Core in person."

"You will," Mengli smiled slightly, "and soon."

Just as Su Ting took a step forward, another beam of light fell from the distant sky, accompanied by a cold and arrogant voice—

"What a touching reunion... but the Dream Core won't allow such casual 'entry'."

"Who?!" Su Ting instantly became alert.

The owner of the voice slowly descended from the edge of the crack, dressed in a black and gold dream robe, with a constantly beating crystal embedded in his chest—as if it were a heart awakening.

“My name is… Meng Shang.” The man’s gaze was cold, and a contemptuous smile appeared on his lips. “I’m sorry, Su Ting, I have to interrupt your journey.”

"Who are you?" Su Ting asked in a deep voice.

"I am the **purifier of dreams**."

"The core of the dream has determined that you cannot bear its future." Dream Entropy walked slowly, each step like the rhythm of a dream. "Therefore, it dispatched me—to eliminate all 'non-compliants'."

Mengli's expression instantly turned cold: "How dare you go against Meng's original intention..."

"Original intention?" Dream Entropy sneered. "The core of the dream is no longer that unconscious existence. It has begun to 'think'."

"Its first decision after consideration was to eliminate all of you members of the old order."

"You think you're the creator? Hahaha... You're just an experimental model in its evolutionary process."

Chapter 1214 Your Experiment

“Now then,” Meng Shang slowly raised his hand, the crystal on his chest beginning to emit a dim light, “your experiment should end.”

The winds rose and the heavens trembled once more, and black light and shadow began to emerge from the cracks—

They are neither original dream spirits of the dream world, nor products of dark dreams.

Rather, it is some kind of... unknown existence.

"Su Ting!" Xu Yuan suddenly spoke, "Now, it's time to make a choice."

"To retreat, or to fight?"

Su Ting stood at the eye of the storm, his gaze resolute, and slowly spoke:

"If you really believe that the Dream Core can eliminate us... then you'd better pray that you don't become its first test subject."

Meng Shang smiled slightly: "Then, let's give it a try."

Su Ting suddenly turned around, looked at Meng Li, and said, word by word:

"Take me in. I must see the 'core of the dream' for myself."

The wind stopped.

But the air was trembling.

Meng Shang stood in mid-air, his black and gold dream robes fluttering in the wind. The crystal on his chest resembled a beating heart, each beat distorting the surrounding dream space. The black light and shadow surging from the depths of the rift slowly coalesced, transforming into rows of silent shadow soldiers. They had no faces, only three empty eyes, all staring at Su Ting.

"You really want to go in?" Dream Entropy sneered, his voice like an echo rising from the abyss. "The Dream Core is not a temple that anyone can touch. It is the execution ground for the awakened, the graveyard of old dreams."

Su Ting ignored him and stared intently at Meng Li: "You said you'd take me in, right now."

Mengli nodded, her silver eyes flashing slightly, and raised her hand to make a gesture.

A cyan-gold door emerged from the void, its surface adorned with countless flowing symbols, like the language of dreams, or the whispers of time itself. Behind the door lay a lightless abyss, yet it seemed to conceal a vast galaxy.

“Only those ‘approved by the dream’ can pass through this door,” he said softly. “Cross over it, and your memories, identity, and obsessions may all be reshaped.”

Su Ting clenched his fist, and silver light exploded in his palm: "My life has been reshaped countless times. This time... I will no longer run away."

He suddenly looked up at Su Ting.

What about you? Are you coming with me?

Su Ting stood still, the Dream Bridge Authority slowly rotating above his head, its light flickering. He gazed at the door, then at Dream Entropy—the man who called himself the "Purifier."

“If I go in… what will happen to Dream Bridge?” he whispered.

“The Dream Bridge,” Xu Yuan suddenly spoke, “was never something you were meant to protect. It is the lifeblood of dreams, the passage connecting the surface and the depths. You just happened to be standing at its entrance.”

Su Ting gritted his teeth: "So, I'm also a 'test model'?"

Xu Yuan did not answer, but simply shook his head slightly.

Meng Shang laughed: "Smart. Finally, you're starting to realize something."

"Shut up!" Su Ting roared, and suddenly waved his hand, sending a stream of dreams straight at Dream Entropy!

boom--!

But before the dream could even touch its opponent, it was instantly swallowed up by the black light released by the crystal on its chest, without even causing a ripple.