Chinese Superman

Chapter 181 The Mysteries of Wushan, the Mystery of the God of War

The pale "man" slowly grinned, revealing a set of fine, nail-like black teeth. A deep, hoarse voice, as if echoing in countless dreams, reverberated in the room: "Now that you're here—don't leave—"

"Stay—to be with her—"

"Forever—remain in my dreams—"

The pale-faced man's appearance made Qiao Chunxia's pupils shrink, but she did not back down. Instead, she grabbed Lin Xiuyun's wrist.

"Mom, don't be afraid of him! A martial artist's blood and energy are like the sun, and their spirit is like steel. They are fearless of evil spirits, and their righteous aura can ward off even ghosts and gods!"

"I'll take you away!"

"Wake up! Wake up!!"

Qiao Chunxia's words were like thunder, and her eyes were as bright and piercing as lit torches.

"boom"

Qiao Chunxia's consciousness collided violently with the power of the dream demon, and the entire dream room shook violently like a small boat in a storm.

With a "crack," the wall split open, revealing a spiderweb-like pattern.

Wallpaper fades, peels, and ages at a rate visible to the naked eye.

"Hehehe————"

The pale-faced man let out a chilling laugh. His swollen, bloated body continued to leak water, and the black slime under his feet spread rapidly, like living tentacles crawling all over the ground, surging towards Qiao Chunxia and her daughter.

"Daughter, run!" Lin Xiuyun pushed Qiao Chunxia in a panic.

"Mom, I'm here to save you! I won't give up until the very last moment!"

Qiao Chunxia gritted her teeth, her martial arts will burning like a raging fire.

If she hadn't broken free of her inner demons and rekindled her ambition today, she would have already been eroded and devoured by the strange power.

The tremors in the room were her sharp, knife-like will fighting against the prison of her dreams.

However, the remaining power of the nightmare demon had been entrenched for ten years and was deeply rooted, making it impossible for her to fight against.

The black liquid spread faster and faster, reaching their feet in the blink of an eye.

The swollen man let out a loud, eerie laugh, and more viscous black liquid seeped from his body, gathering into a rolling wave that crashed down on him!

"There's no way out—" Despair filled Lin Xiuyun's eyes. "Daughter, it's all my fault—"

"No, it's because my martial arts will wasn't strong enough that I couldn't save my mother!" Qiao Chunxia bit her gums so hard they almost bled, feeling extremely unwilling.

She even secretly resolved that even if she was trapped here today, she would hone her martial arts will day and night until she broke through this cage!

Just as the black waves were about to engulf the two, a shout rang out: "How dare you!"

A cold rebuke rang out, as loud as a thunderclap!

A bright blue butterfly flew out from somewhere and gracefully landed in front of Qiao Chunxia.

With a gentle flutter of its wings, it suddenly transformed into a tall and slender figure.

The figure was very young, with his back to them, blocking the black waves.

"Splash!"

The surging black viscous wave crashed into an invisible wall, making a hissing, corrosive sound, but was forcibly separated by an unfathomable force and scattered to both sides!

The room, which had been shaking violently, stabilized instantly.

Lin Xiuyun was stunned.

Qiao Chunxia also stared blankly at that back view.

"Who—who is he?" Lin Xiuyun instinctively gripped her daughter's hand tightly.

Why is someone suddenly appearing in my dream?

Qiao Chunxia snapped out of her daze, her voice tinged with disbelief and excitement: "It must be him—"

"Mom, it was him who helped me enter the dream. The old man with the ring! Was that you?"

Qiao Chunxia had never seen Xia Xinghan before, but she couldn't think of anyone else who he could be.

"A ring—for an old man?"

Lin Xiuyun was completely bewildered.

At that moment, Xia Xinghan took a step forward.

"boom--"

An even more powerful, invisible aura spread out, and the black slime that covered the ground seemed to encounter a natural enemy, boiling violently and rapidly contracting backward.

Inside the room, the biting chill was swept away, and the cracked, aged walls seemed to have turned back time, returning to their original state.

"Who are you?!"

The swollen "man" let out a terrified scream, and his body began to twist and melt, trying to turn into black mist and escape.

"How dare you act so presumptuously, even with a wisp of filth?"

Xia Xinghan's illusory image pointed like a sword, and pointed in mid-air.

He was merely a manifestation of the Dream Butterfly, essentially a consciousness.

But—that's enough!

Because this represents the will of the Martial Ancestor!

There was no earth-shattering sound, only a faint glimmer.

The swollen figure, along with all the remaining black energy around it, melted away silently, like ice and snow exposed to sunlight, and then vanished completely into nothingness.

The lingering nightmares that had plagued Lin Xiuyun's consciousness for ten years vanished without a trace.

The dream began to become bright and clear, and the surrounding scenery rippled slightly before gradually fading away.

Xia Xinghan's illusory figure turned around, nodded slightly to Qiao Chunxia, ​​then glanced at Lin Xiuyun and said, "Ten years is a dream, a dream of ten years, but a dream is still a dream, it's time to wake up."

Before he finished speaking, his figure once again dispersed into countless points of light, which converged into a blue butterfly and gracefully flew towards Qiao Chunxia.

"Ten years, a dream—"

"Yes, all of this, no matter how beautiful, is still a dream. I can't abandon my daughter in reality while I escape into a dream."

Lin Xiuyun glanced at the doorway.

Her husband and daughter have not returned yet.

but----

Lin Xiuyun turned to look at Qiao Chunxia, ​​her hand tightened slightly, and she smiled faintly.

This is her real daughter.

"Spring and summer, go home."

Qiao Chunxia nodded vigorously and gripped Lin Xiuyun's hand tightly: "Mom, let's go!"

The dream suddenly shattered.

In the ward.

Qiao Chunxia, ​​who was lying by the bed, trembled slightly, her eyelashes fluttered, and she opened her eyes.

"mom!"

Her first glance was at the hospital bed.

Almost at the same moment, on the hospital bed, Lin Xiuyun, who had been in a coma for ten years, trembled violently a few times and slowly, with difficulty, opened her eyes.

The mother and daughter's eyes met in the air.

Time seemed to freeze for a moment.

"Mom—" Qiao Chunxia's voice choked, and tears rolled down her cheeks without warning.

Lin Xiuyun's lips trembled, and her dry throat struggled for a long time before she could utter an extremely weak sound: "————Chunxia————of————Chunxia————".

"Mom, I'm here."

Qiao Chunxia held her mother's hand tightly, laughing and crying at the same time, nodding repeatedly.

The monitoring equipment in the ward emitted an unusual beep. The on-duty nurse quickly noticed the anomaly, opened the door to investigate, and was immediately stunned. She then pressed the call button.

"He's awake! The patient in bed 307 is awake! My God! The patient who's been in a coma for ten years is awake!"

The news spread like wildfire throughout the hospital.

When the attending physician and several experts rushed over, they all showed expressions of shock, as if they had seen a ghost, when they saw Lin Xiuyun, who had indeed regained consciousness and was whispering to her daughter.

"A miracle—this is simply a medical miracle!"

The gray-haired senior director checked the various data and exclaimed repeatedly, "Vitality signs are stable, consciousness is clear, and preliminary cognitive ability tests are good—except for muscle atrophy that requires long-term rehabilitation, this—this is simply not normal!"

Some doctors also expressed their doubts.

Wasn't Lin Xiuyun's consciousness trapped in a dream by the eerie power of the [Dream Demon]?

How did I suddenly wake up?

The former director remarked with emotion, "Perhaps this is the bond of family."

"It's also possible that ten years have passed and the eerie power has dissipated."

"In short, this is a good thing."

Qiao Chunxia quickly wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and looked up to ask, "Doctor, can my mother be discharged from the hospital?"

"Well—theoretically, after a few days of observation, if the condition stabilizes, we can consider discharge the patient to recuperate at home, but they must adhere to systematic rehabilitation training." That was the doctor's final conclusion.

We've waited ten years, what's three more days?

Qiao Chunxia and Lin Xiuyun chatted for a while longer before reluctantly returning home.

"Your heart is at peace, and there are no more worries. For the next 99 days, you must give it your all," Xia Xinghan's voice rang out at the opportune moment.

"I know!"

Qiao Chunxia's eyes shone brightly, her fighting spirit soaring.

No matter how tough or tiring it gets, it's only a hundred days. My goal is the martial arts college entrance exam!

Xia Xinghan pondered for a moment and then formulated a plan for his final push in preparation for the college entrance examination.

"Time is of the essence. During the day, you will go to the dungeon for practical combat and hunt for magic core resources. At night, I will guide you into your dreams for cultivation."

"Cultivation in a dream?" Qiao Chunxia asked in surprise.

She naturally knew that cultivation could be practiced in dreams.

The flow of time in dreams differs from that in the outside world, making it ideal for honing one's martial arts skills and practicing techniques.

The Martial Ancestor combined the revived wonders of Wushan with the national-level martial art of "Sun and Moon in the Pillow" to create "Martial God Mountain," which can serve as both a battlefield for the college entrance examination and a sacred place for cultivation.

Martial artists can exchange magic cores for [Dream Entry Tickets] to enter and cultivate.

Thirty days in the dream, but only thirty hours in the outside world.

The prerequisite is that you need to use a [Dream Entry Ticket].

The ticket depicts a dreamlike fantasy that allows one to enter [Mount Martial God].

Of course, grandmasters who are proficient in dream martial arts can also construct dream spaces, pull people into dreams, and conduct cultivation.

However, without the mysteries of Wushan as its foundation, the dream space constructed by a martial arts grandmaster will collapse upon waking and cannot endure like the [Martial God Mountain].

Besides, what kind of existence is a Grandmaster of Martial Arts?

Who has the opportunity to have a martial arts grandmaster spend their precious time accompanying them in their dream cultivation?

It is far less costly and simpler than [Mount Wushen].

Hmm—except for Qiao Chunxia.

"Grandpa, can you do that too?"

"I have a basic understanding of this."

Xia Xinghua spoke calmly, "It's just about building a stable cultivation dreamscape, which conveniently saves you the magic cores you'd need to exchange for dream entry tickets. All of them can be converted into cultivation resources."

From then on, Qiao Chunxia's life entered a fast-paced and regular rhythm.

For liberal arts students, preparing for the college entrance examination means burying themselves in doing practice tests.

For martial arts students preparing for the college entrance examination, it involves intensive training and real combat.

Cultivate! Cultivate! Cultivate!

At night, Qiao Chunxia's consciousness sank into the cultivation dream constructed by Xia Xinghan.

There, time was stretched out, allowing her to focus wholeheartedly on honing her fist techniques and practicing her sword skills.

Xia Xinghan can even simulate various monsters, allowing her to fight against them.

During the day, Qiao Chunxia would enter the real underground city with the insights she gained from cultivating in her dreams. In the life-and-death battles of blood and fire, she would thoroughly imprint what she had learned in her dreams into her body's instincts and integrate it into her body.

Three days later, Lin Xiuyun was discharged from the hospital.

When the mother and daughter returned home, Lin Xiuyun first lit incense for her deceased husband, and then insisted on cooking for her daughter herself, making the sweet and sour pork ribs she had been longing for for ten years.

The meal was simple, but the mother and daughter ate it with tears streaming down their faces.

The next day.

In a grove of trees on the outskirts of Ancheng, a dark green vortex swirls quietly.

This is the portal entrance controlled by the Water Dragon Gang.

The path leads to a normal difficulty dungeon – [Fishman Swamp Forest].

After several days of honing her skills, Qiao Chunxia was no longer the novice she once was. Carrying a hiking backpack that was half her height, she paid a 500 yuan entrance fee and calmly passed through the [portal].

The gatekeeper of the Water Dragon Gang glanced at her, shook his head, and clicked his tongue in disbelief: "Hey, little brat, you don't even have an adventurer's group, going into a dungeon all by yourself? It's the murloc breeding season right now, don't go in and feed the murlocs."