A Thousand Years of Immortal Dreams

"You scoundrel, I'll kill you!"

In a snow-white, empty world, a cold glint flashed.

Cao Wang reached for the woman's arm at her chest, only to find it severed cleanly at the root, without a single drop of blood at the cut.

"hey-hey!"

Cao Wang, whose arm had been severed, grinned wickedly, seemingly oblivious to the pain. He stretched out his remaining left hand, fingers spread, and directly covered the erect breasts.

It felt warm and soft to the touch, with a slight tremor.

"In my dream, I am...!"

"laugh!"

The remaining arm was also severed.

Before Cao Wang could even finish smiling, he saw his head float away from his neck.

In his dying moments, Cao Wang saw the girl gripping a long sword, kneeling heavily in the void.

She bit her bloodless lips tightly, her eyes red-rimmed, yet stubbornly refused to let a single tear fall.

He raised his head, gazing at the pale sky, a chilling, arrogant smile curling at the corner of his lips:

"My junior sister slandered me, my senior brother broke off our engagement, and my master personally broke my sword bone..."

"Damn you, God! If you're going to destroy me, why send a lecherous man to humiliate and trample me in my dreams!"

The sound was almost shattered by the end.

Cao Wang's consciousness began to fade, but before he completely disappeared into darkness, he saw that face clearly.

Her features were exquisite, her demeanor aloof and unparalleled, like the most solitary plum blossom atop a snow-capped mountain.

She was so beautiful, beautiful enough to look down on everything, but at this moment her eyes were filled with grievance, despair, and a deep sense of resentment.

This seemed to be the most pitiful girl Cao Wang had ever seen.

At this moment, Cao Wang suddenly felt that he might have gone too far, even if it was just a dream.

Darkness descended, and the world fell silent.

Cao Wang woke up.

In reality, Cao Wang opened his eyes and exhaled a long breath of stale air.

It was the same dream again.

For half a month now, every night it's that girl in white, and every night she kills me in various ways.

On the first day, Cao thought it was a dream and touched her face. Before he could climb the mountain and enter the stream, he was pierced through the heart by a sword.

The next day, Cao Wang only hugged her once before being torn to pieces.

On the third day, Cao Wang had everything prepared. He pinned her to the ground, wanting to test how realistic it was. As a result, she tortured him to death as if venting her anger.

So from then on, Cao Wang sought death in various ways every day.

Today is the fifteenth time.

But the sensation of each touch was so real it was outrageous.

Soft, warm, with a slightly trembling reaction...

If this is a dream, then this dream is far too generous.

Cao Wang turned over and took out the jade pendant with two fish from beside his pillow.

This is a piece of warm and lustrous ancient jade, with two fish tail to tail, and a barely perceptible crack in the middle.

When he transmigrated to this world, this thing was hanging around the original owner's neck.

Until half a month ago, Cao Wang accidentally cut his finger, and a drop of blood seeped into the crack. That night, he began having that dream.

Cao Wang stared at the jade pendant, gently stroking the crack.

What exactly happened?

Is it true or false?

……

"Knock knock knock!"

The urgent banging on the door interrupted Cao Wang's thoughts.

"Cao Wang! Cao Wang! The outer sect assessment has begun! Hurry up, or you'll only get the mediocre ones left!"

It's Hua'an next door.

He came in with Cao Wang and was one of the few people among the pre-selected disciples who could talk to him.

"Here it comes, here it comes."

Cao Wang rolled out of bed, stuffed the jade pendant into his bosom, and pushed open the door to go out.

It's getting lively outside.

In the courtyard of the pre-selection disciples halfway up the mountain, hundreds of people rushed out, their faces glowing, and headed towards the outer sect's main peak.

An atmosphere of excitement permeated the air.

That was the scent of hormones that had been pent up for three months.

The Pure Land School.

The most prominent demonic sect within the Zhao Kingdom of the Eastern Wilderness is founded on the dual cultivation technique.

When Cao Wang transmigrated three months ago, he found himself to be one of the pre-selected disciples of the Blissful Sect.

The original owner of the body had almost no memories left.

All that is known is that this body also has the surname Cao and the given name Cao Wang.

During these three months, the sect only gave them a copy of the "Yang Absorption Technique" and required them to practice it every day, but there was one ironclad rule.

It means one must not lose one's virginity, nor engage in self-entertainment.

Otherwise, all previous efforts will be wasted, and the student will be expelled from the school.

At the same time, the sect is extremely generous with its food.

Oysters, mutton, venison, leeks, yams... supplemented with aphrodisiac herbs such as goji berries and cistanche, there's as much as you want, enough for three meals a day.

A group of vigorous young men were eating highly nourishing medicinal meals and practicing exercises to build up their yang energy, but they were not allowed to touch each other.

It was pure torture.

However, the effects of the cultivation were extremely remarkable.

After three months, nearly 80% of the selected disciples had broken through to the third level of the Qi Refining stage, reaching the threshold for the outer sect assessment.

Today is the day of acceptance.

Cao Wang mingled quickly among the crowd, discreetly sensing the atmosphere around him.

There are even those with four, five, or six levels of Qi Refining...

He was stuck on the threshold of the third floor, and could fall at any moment.

the reason is simple.

That dream every night, the fairy in the dream, and those "realistic" temptations.

Several times he lost control in his dreams, his yang energy leaked out, which was equivalent to wasting the results of a whole day's cultivation.

After three months, Cao Wang was at the bottom of the rankings.

At least, it barely met the standard.

"So, how do you plan to choose later?"

Hua An leaned closer and lowered his voice.

"I heard that those female disciples practice the corresponding 'Yin Storage Technique.' Once they engage in dual cultivation, both of their cultivation levels will skyrocket, with some even reaching the Foundation Establishment stage in one go!"

"Yes, I've heard about it."

"Then you'd better pick someone with good potential; they might just rise to the top in one step!"

Cao Wang scoffed, "Would it even be our turn? Don't send someone with a barrel waist, just send a giant tank!"

……

On the outer gate square, more than three hundred pre-selected disciples stood in a dense crowd, each one with their heads held high and chests out, releasing their aura as much as possible.

On the high platform stood more than three hundred female disciples, dressed in white and green, each with a different appearance, looking down at the male disciples below.

As their eyes met, sparks began to crackle and fly in the air.

Thunder from heaven strikes fire from the earth.

These female disciples seem to have been holding back for three months as well.

"Hehe, three months! Do you know how I survived these three months?!"

Hua An clenched his fists, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

Not only him, but all the male disciples were staring at the rows of figures on the platform like wolves, as if they were wolf cubs who hadn't eaten for half a year and had seen a sheep pen.

Just as the atmosphere was about to get out of control, a red streak of light shot through the air from the direction of the inner gate, moving at an extremely fast speed, and landed on the high platform in the center of the square in the blink of an eye.

As the red light faded, a voluptuous and sexy figure was revealed.

A middle-aged beauty, dressed in a red dress, with alluring features tinged with a hint of wickedness, her eyes slightly upturned at the corners, and a faint smile playing on her lips.

The moment someone stands there, an invisible sense of oppression envelops the entire square.

On and off the stage, all the outer sect elders, deacons, and disciples bowed in unison.

"Greetings, Elder Xie!"

Elder Xie nodded slightly, gracefully sat down, and leaned back lazily in his chair, like a cat that had just finished eating and drinking.

"Let's begin."

The outer sect elder immediately straightened up and cleared his throat:

"The Blissful Sect's outer sect assessment is now beginning!"

"The first item is the cultivation level assessment! Those who have not reached the third level of the Qi Refining stage, please step forward. Someone will escort you down the mountain."

A commotion broke out in the crowd.

A moment later, a few dozen or so people emerged, all male disciples, each with their heads down, looking disheveled.

It's obvious that he's been playing around with his younger brother within the last three months.

On the female disciples' side, not a single one stepped forward.

Elder Xie leaned forward slightly, his smile deepening: "The quality of this batch of disciples is much better than the last one!"

The outer sect elder, as if receiving a commendation, raised his voice several decibels: "Next, the second item! Daoist partner matching!"

"Those at the fifth level of Qi Refining, step forward!"

With a whoosh, the crowd split up again.

Each side, consisting of thirty or forty people, stepped out with confident strides and exuded aura, clearly having come prepared.

Elder Xie sat up abruptly, his eyes lighting up.

"Good, very good!"

She scanned the group of disciples who had stepped forward, as if examining exquisite pieces of porcelain.

"This batch of seedlings is much better than the last batch."

The outer sect elder, seizing the opportunity, loudly announced:

"Report your cultivation level! The one with the highest strength will have priority in choosing a cultivation partner!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a burly male disciple stepped forward, hands on his hips, and roared in a powerful voice:

"I'll go first! My name is Wang Hu! I'm at the seventh level of Qi Refining!"

"Is there anyone taller than me?"