I am a demonic cultivator, not a capitalist with a conscience.

Chapter 18 I'm a Useless Person

As soon as she entered the dream, Teacher Zhao felt as if she were actually there.

Dreams need to be used in the Dream Network. The deity who controls dreams is called the Dream Spirit Star Lord. In fact, He controls the entire Dream Network. All dreams only have the right to use them, but not the right to own them.

If you don't renew your subscription, you can't use the dream, which is why there are fewer and fewer free dreams and more and more paid dreams.

The dream Chen Yu is currently processing is a medium-sized dream, and the rental fee alone is five hundred yuan a month, and that's just the price for the basic version.

Various additional features require further payment to unlock, and there is also an additional monthly fee after unlocking, totaling at least two thousand yuan.

Strolling through the bamboo forest, Teacher Zhao could hear the bamboo leaves rustling in the breeze and smell the unique earthy scent of the forest after a sudden rain.

If you stop and listen, you can even hear the sound of the bamboo growing, which blends with the invisible birdsong, making the place exceptionally quiet.

"The environment is really well done, no wonder it's called Chenguang."

There was only one path in the forest. Following the path, he saw that the view suddenly opened up at the end of the path, and a small house appeared in the bamboo forest.

In the courtyard, an old man stood with his hands behind his back, facing four apprentices learning their skills, and the roars of the four could be heard.

Hearing Teacher Zhao's footsteps, the old man turned around and smiled slightly at Teacher Zhao at the door: "You've come."

Although the person was completely unlike the teacher he remembered, Teacher Zhao had a feeling the moment he saw him.

The other person is your teacher!

The other person's demeanor is just like a teacher!
He cupped his hands in a respectful gesture and said, "Teacher, I've arrived."

"You've come at the right time. How are you doing with the twenty boxing techniques I taught you before? If you don't understand, I can give you some more pointers."

Although she knew it was a beginner's guide, Teacher Zhao still chose to accept it, just so she could hear the teacher's instruction again.

Twenty basic scoring points were presented one by one, and each movement was explained clearly. Chen Yu did not make any changes when he did this part; he simply incorporated Teacher Zhao's own insights, and it was already excellent enough.

After reviewing all twenty points, Teacher Zhao nodded in satisfaction, thinking to himself that Chen Yu had done a good job.

With his rich martial arts experience and the fact that he has reached the Great Perfection of Qi Refining, making no modifications is the best choice.

This alone shows that Chen Yu is not an arrogant person, which is one of the essential qualities of an excellent dream weaver.

But this is just the beginning; the key is to get players willing to play.

After reviewing the twenty points, the old man stroked his beard and chuckled, "That's good. Now that you've mastered it, go and learn from your senior brothers and sisters. You four, stop for a moment; I'd like to learn from you."

The previous review was an introductory tutorial; this is an extension of that tutorial.

Through the introductory tutorial, players not only reviewed twenty knowledge points, but also demonstrated what they had learned, allowing the dream world to assess their current level.

After testing his own level and continuously adjusting the score by controlling variables, Teacher Zhao was very satisfied with the accuracy of the scoring.

Accurate grading helps students understand their current level; he only mentioned this briefly, but he didn't expect Chen Yu to actually implement it.

So far, the quality of the dream has been quite surprising.

Little did I know, an even bigger surprise was yet to come.

As soon as a senior student with a distressed, bitter face stepped forward and casually struck a pose, Teacher Zhao knew that this person was no ordinary individual.

Sure enough, when he made his move, although it was just a simple, basic technique, his movements were as light as a monkey's, his fighting style was fast and cunning, and his knee-length arms swung like whips, adding many variations and uncertainties to his moves. I could easily see through his opponent's changes and counterattacks because I had a wealth of martial arts experience and combat skills.

However, if students were to participate, it would definitely be a tough battle, but it would also be a great opportunity to improve their practical skills.

After the senior brother with the bitter face, there was a senior sister with exceptionally well-developed leg muscles.

The opponent's strong thighs indicated that he had considerable leg skills; a set of whip kicks could actually produce a sound like a firecracker exploding, forcing Teacher Zhao to be careful about the distance between them.

The third fat man was a head taller than Teacher Zhao, and his moves were wide and sweeping, relying entirely on brute force in his fight.

To defeat him, one needs to master the art of dissipating force, releasing the opponent's power to the ground through the body. He is an NPC who trains students' defensive skills.

The last person was the senior disciple of the sect. He combined the strengths of the previous three, and his skills and combat wisdom were impeccable, making Teacher Zhao extremely happy.

After defeating his senior brother, the master was quite satisfied and said with a smile, "I didn't expect that you, who joined the sect the latest, would have the best talent and be able to defeat all your senior brothers and sisters. In seven days, I will invite my fellow disciples to come and pay their respects, and at the same time, I will pass on the position of sect leader to you."

"Thank you Master!"

Although it was just a dream, the figure of the other person overlapped with that of his teacher. The feeling of being recognized by his teacher made Teacher Zhao feel as if he had returned to the past, and his mood was also uplifted.

Chen Yu's dream storyline is really well-crafted.

Just as he closed his eyes to prepare for tomorrow's story, a sudden fire interrupted everything.

Just as Teacher Zhao was feeling the scorching heat and had just sprang up, someone hit him on the forehead with a stick, and he immediately felt dizzy.

He covered his still-bleeding forehead, raised his head, and through the blood streaming into his eyes, saw the person who had attacked him.

"Third Senior Brother...why?"

A sound like firecrackers rang out, and a kick that flew out from his blind spot knocked him to the ground, followed by his second senior brother's frantic beatings.

Finally, he was thrown out of the room and fell to the ground outside.

Teacher Zhao, who was beaten black and blue, could only watch as his former Bamboo Forest Martial Arts School was burned to the ground and his master was punched through the chest by his senior brother.

Before his death, the master looked at his beloved disciple in disbelief, and then saw Teacher Zhao lying on the ground.

"Quickly...escape..."

After struggling to utter his last words, his master was violently torn apart and scattered into pieces.

After throwing his master's body aside, the eldest brother strolled over to Teacher Zhao, squatted down, and pried open Teacher Zhao's eyes.

After staring at him for a moment, he suddenly chuckled and said, "Why would Master pass the leadership to a good-for-nothing like you?"

Tearing open Teacher Zhao's clothes, the senior brother concentrated his power on his index finger, leaving bloody holes in Teacher Zhao's abdomen.

After stopping, the eldest disciple gave Teacher Zhao on the ground a cold look, then took the sect leader's token he had taken from his master and strode away.

The four fellow disciples didn't even turn their heads back, as if the one who died wasn't their master, but just an insignificant roadside creature.

Amidst the towering flames and swirling ashes, Teacher Zhao, enduring excruciating pain, crawled toward his master, letting out a desperate wail beside the corpse.

(End of this chapter)