I was chased at the beginning, and I got the first quick sword

Chapter 562 Why are you only arriving now?
Although Wu Qianhuan was not proficient in martial arts of the spiritual type, Chu Qing was an expert in this field.

When two people are together every day, they will naturally discuss this topic.

Chu Qing once told Wu Qianhuan that things in the spiritual world can be divided into the real and the illusory.

Some things may seem real, but are actually false, and vice versa.

The boundary between reality and illusion is not clear.

Ultimately, it all comes down to two words: willpower!
If you believe it, it is true; if you don't believe it, it is false.

In the spiritual world, there are beings whose bodies are as large as mountains, who can pluck stars and seize the moon, who can wield the sun as a meteor hammer, and who can split the heavens and the earth with a single strike.

If you believe this, then no matter how capable you are, facing such an opponent, you will only face certain death.

Conversely, these are like fleeting shadows, unlikely to cause any harm.

Of course, there are also experts who can do it. Even if you don't believe it's real, they can pry open your heart and make the illusion and reality change in an instant.

It's as if someone in the spiritual world is carrying a mountain and smashing it down.

Even knowing it's fake, seeing the collapsing mountain, the piercing wind, and the destruction of everything...

All these changes make people subconsciously feel that this is real.

The result was that... reality and illusion were reversed in an instant, and the one who gave all this real power was the one being attacked.

Wu Qianhuan once asked Chu Qing if, at his level, he would also need to fight people in the spiritual world in this way.

Chu Qing shook his head, indicating that for someone who has reached his level, reality and illusion are only a thought apart, independent of the other person's will, and can even strip away the other person's will and manipulate their thoughts at will.

The methods used were so sophisticated that they were beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

But Wu Qianhuan didn't need to understand any of this; she only needed to know that she was currently in a dream.

Everything in the dream was fake; it was something someone had deliberately created for her.

Although different from the spiritual world, they are similar in purpose.

The only thing I need to do now is to transform the other party's reality into falsehood, while everything I possess is real.

Therefore, when she got the sword, she kept telling herself that the sword was real.

This sword can kill Prince Meng!

This sword strike indeed pierced the opponent's heart.

She didn't know if it would be successful, but at least there was a possibility.

In fact, Chu Chaoyang was genuinely shocked, his expression one of genuine astonishment as he watched the blood dripping from the tip of the sword onto the ground.

He turned his head and looked at Wu Qianhuan.

At first, Wu Qianhuan didn't think there was anything wrong with this.

Before a person dies, they always want to know who killed them.

But when that head turned a full 180 degrees, she realized something was wrong.

This is a monster... Can my sword kill it?
The moment this thought crossed Wu Qianhuan's mind, she immediately realized something was wrong.

Before she could make a move to save him, 'Chu Chaoyang' had already broken free of the longsword, and the wounds on his body disappeared in the blink of an eye.

He looked up at Wu Qianhuan, his smile turning sinister and malicious once more.

"You remember? Why?"

Wu Qianhuan didn't know why, but she didn't want to explain to the person in front of her.

With a focused will, she twirled her longsword, and the bright moon rose over the vast sea, its light as cold as the sword's gleam!
Suddenly, everything around them began to disappear: the sun overhead, the azure sky, Tianwu City, and the City Lord's Mansion—everything vanished without a trace.

The ground beneath my feet was no longer solid; it had become a turbulent sea.

A bright moon rose from behind her, as large as a mountain, crystal clear and perfectly round. Wu Qianhuan stepped out from the moon, her sword's sharpness seemingly capable of cleaving the entire sea in two.

laugh!
This time, Wu Qianhuan had no hesitation whatsoever.

The long sword fell, instantly cleaving 'Chu Chaoyang' in two.

The remaining sword energy flew all the way, causing the sea surface to crack and the waves to surge!
"It's done!"

Wu Qianhuan dared not hesitate for a moment, lest she repeat the mistakes she had made before.

The next moment, she felt herself rising upwards... as if something was pulling her away from above.

Is this a sign of waking up from a dream?
Her consciousness gradually faded, and in a hazy state, she opened her eyes.

I just felt that I slept very comfortably.

I sat up in bed, feeling refreshed and full of energy.

She put on her coat and was about to leave the room... but just as she was about to step out, she suddenly felt a little dazed.

What am I supposed to do?
"Go find someone..."

"Who are you looking for?"

Two questions, one answer, but in the end, they fell into even more confusion.

But an endless chill suddenly crept up her spine.

That was a fear that came from the depths of everyone's hearts!
Endless fragments of memories suddenly flooded my mind, and then a voice suddenly came from behind me:

"Mother...let's practice swordsmanship!"

Wu Qianhuan's heart tightened; she wanted to turn around, but she couldn't.

Behind her, a sinister, malicious voice spoke again:
"Should this be the way to practice swordsmanship?"

The chill condensed into a single point, eventually transforming into a heart-wrenching pain that slowly pierced through my heart and then surged out from my chest.

Wu Qianhuan looked down at the broken sword tip protruding from her chest, and gritted her teeth:

“This is fake!!!”

But the pain was real... it seemed like she really had been stabbed!
"fake?"

The voice behind him was mocking:

"Look, what part of the doors and windows in front of us is fake?"

"Isn't everything you smell and see real?"

"Then what makes you think that the sword that pierced your heart is fake?"

"Although I don't know how you woke up from this [Great Dream Scripture] and regained your previous memories."

"But haven't you noticed that your will is getting weaker and weaker?"
"Weakness, dizziness, vertigo, and then a general lack of energy. Eventually, you'll find yourself feeling like a humble shadow."

"So light and thin, you'll fall apart in the wind."

"Tell me, by then... will you be considered alive or dead?"

The voice was sinister and cruel, yet also carried an indescribable twistedness and smugness, each word leading Wu Qianhuan to her death.

But Wu Qianhuan not only remained unmoved, she actually smiled:

"So it seems you're nothing special after all."

"What did you say?"

The voice behind him was rather gruff, and the anger and dissatisfaction in his tone were almost impossible to suppress.

Wu Qianhuan said softly:
I said, you're nothing special.

"It's one thing if these methods can't kill me, but even weaving a dream is full of flaws."

"He said that if someone is truly a master of mental martial arts, their spirit will be annihilated once they are killed by them."

"But look... how many times have I died at your hands?"
"Even if what you just said makes some sense... it's only after so many deaths that I've been worn down to where I am now."

"How long do you plan to kill me here?"
"Aren't you worried that what happened in the last dream will happen again?"
"You can wear down my will, and I can wear down yours... In the end, who will win and who will lose is still unknown!" "You rebellious traitors, how dare you be so arrogant!!"

The Prince of Dreams no longer used the childish voice of 'Chu Chaoyang'; his slightly aged roar was his true voice.

But these words didn't hurt Wu Qianhuan at all; on the contrary, they made her understand some things even more.
Your impotent rage will not change the situation.

"I don't know if your skills have reached their limit, or if there's another reason..."

"At least in my opinion, your skills are indeed lacking."

"You can't even create some different characters that affect me."

"A maid I've never seen before, a child I've never met."

"It's all your actors..."

"But I don't recognize either of them."

"I think I know them, but that's just what you told me."

"Then can I guess that you don't even have access to my memories?"

"You can only shape this dream based on your own understanding."

"The reason I can see a gentle face is not because of you, but because of myself."

"So the little maid with the gentle face would risk her life to shield me from a knife."

"For the same reason, because you don't have that ability, I never saw Chu Qing in this dream."

"It's not because you don't want to make this dream more realistic... it's because you can't!"
"How pathetic. If you're so keen on keeping me trapped in this dream, at least get Chu Qing out of here!"
"Without him... how could I possibly sink into despair?!"

"..."

Prince Meng fell silent, but soon that cold voice rang out again:
"Dreams may be fake... but are the hurts also fake?"
"Girl, are you really not in pain?"

It hurts!

It’s such a heart-wrenching pain!

Wu Qianhuan could only keep telling herself that it was all fake, that she wasn't injured at all, so that she could occasionally stop feeling that pain.

But the dream continues...

She had to do something to shatter this dream.

The mental techniques of the [Tianming Sword Technique] circulated within the body, and the vigorous internal energy flowed through the meridians throughout the body.

The next moment, Wu Qianhuan's eyes lit up slightly.

He took only two steps forward before he was free from the longsword.

Turning around, the wound instantly healed.

She looked at Prince Meng, who was still in the guise of 'Chu Chaoyang', and suddenly laughed:

"It seems that there's really only so much you can do."

"You can't even prevent my true energy from flowing out of control. Otherwise, how could my true energy easily bypass your sword and flow through my meridians?"

Prince Meng suddenly smiled:
Everyone knows Chu Qing, but no one knows you, Wu Qianhuan.

"Truly, women are just as capable as men."

Wu Qianhuan smiled faintly:
"Thank you for the compliment. The world doesn't need to know me; it's enough that they know him."

"It's a pity you're about to die."

"You couldn't kill me when I knew nothing about this place. Now that I know a bit about it, what makes you think you can kill me?"

"you are wrong."

Prince Meng shook his head slightly:
"I did not originally intend to kill you; someone else should have killed you."

"What I want to do is simply drag you into an endless nightmare, so that you can never wake up again."

"But now that I think about it, such methods seem too gentle, which is why you, a junior, can point fingers at me and spout nonsense."

"Therefore, I will no longer be obsessed with dragging you into this nightmare. I... will kill you!!"

Upon hearing this, Wu Qianhuan turned and ran without even thinking.

Dreams are incredibly mysterious; they can turn black into white in the blink of an eye. Wu Qianhuan believed she had gained some understanding of this, and even some mastery of it.

However, he did not intend to use this opportunity to fight against Prince Meng.

Because this is a very poor strategy!
How can a novice who has just entered a dream and remained conscious compare to a master who has been manipulating dreams for years?
Wu Qianhuan was self-aware enough that what she needed to do now was not to kill Prince Meng.

As it turned out, this was of no use.

It will only enter the next cycle.

And initially, he wouldn't even awaken his previous memories, allowing the other party to continuously take the initiative.

What she needs to do now is run... to get out of here, to survive as long as possible, and to grasp more details of this dream.

So that in the near future, he can completely take the initiative.

Using this dream, which may have originally existed solely because of him, he would annihilate the intruders.

This idea was not just Wu Qianhuan's wild fantasy.

At least she had some evidence that this place was created based on her dream.

After all, she was Chu Qing's fiancée, and she had dreamed about her future life with Chu Qing more than once.

Perhaps there will be a lovely child?

After many years of marriage, how would Chu Qing treat herself?
What will my future look like?

Such thoughts and ideas inevitably lead to daytime reflection and nighttime dreams.

There are many similarities between this dream and reality.

Therefore, if this is truly your dream, you must take control of it.

But as soon as she set off, a tremendous force bound her.

There was clearly nothing in the void, yet it seemed as if an invisible hand was holding her firmly in mid-air.

"It seems we've failed..."

Wu Qianhuan wasn't annoyed. In several cycles, she found that her memories were returning faster and faster.

Prince Meng couldn't keep her trapped for long...

Therefore, she could calmly watch the Dream Prince floating in front of her and take out his dagger.

"Be more agile with your hands and feet."

Wu Qianhuan tried to break free of her restraints using her willpower, but to no avail.

Perhaps it was due to a lack of willpower, or perhaps this was one of Prince Meng's tactics.

So she simply offered her neck for execution:
"We'll see each other again soon."

"I will kill you a hundred times, a thousand times... until you are completely destroyed."

The dagger was pushed forward, but there was no sound of it piercing flesh.

Wu Qianhuan, who was about to be executed, waited for a while without any movement before opening her eyes. The first thing she saw was two beautiful fingers.

Following the finger upwards, I saw the person I had been longing for day and night.

She pouted, her cheeks puffed out, looking somewhat annoyed, but tears inexplicably welled up in her eyes, and her voice, tinged with a sob, rang out:

"I was almost winning, why did you take so long to arrive?"

(End of this chapter)