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

Chapter 86 Mirror
After entering the dream, the principal and the dean of students began to tremble.

After realizing that this was the dream of the Fire God, they felt they were doomed.

If Teacher Zhao were to severely humiliate them here, there would be nothing they could do. The other party wouldn't leave any evidence; on the contrary, the lack of evidence would only excite them further.

In the midst of the chaos, the principal spotted Chen Yu standing nearby, his eyes lighting up. He quickly grasped Chen Yu's hand, saying, "Chen Guang, I've been looking for you for a long time. We were rude before and offended you. Now we finally have a chance to apologize!"

"Yes, yes." The headmaster, smiling like a beckoning cat, bowed and said obsequiously, "I was wrong, I'll punish myself with three drinks, and I, the headmaster, will pay for everything today!"

"You came in just to make me angry, didn't you!" Chen Yu said coldly. "Don't mention paying the bill in front of me."

The principal glared at the head of the teaching department and whispered for him to leave.

He had his own information channels and knew that the principal of Labor High School had recently suffered a setback with Chen Yu, his Dao Heart was shattered, and he was currently repairing himself.

Unexpectedly, in such a short time, Chen Yu has risen like the sun, becoming someone he can no longer look directly at.

He is now a dream weaver, a good brother in Xu Feng's eyes, a celebrity in Changxia, and a renowned figure in No. 5 Middle School.

The previous incident involving the borrowed spiritual root had already soured their relationship, and now they had to find a way to salvage the situation, or they would be doomed.

Therefore, he rubbed his hands together like a fly, stood in front of Chen Yu with his head down, and whispered, "Chen Yu, could you please give us a chance to help you with something? I heard that you are participating in the 'Self-Reflection Day,' and I wonder what we can do for you?"

Looking at the principal, Chen Yu was quite happy.

After all, this guy is unlikable, so it's a good thing that I don't feel guilty about experimenting on him.

So he said directly, "We've just finished our candidate dream and need someone to come and test us. So..."

“We’ll take care of it!” the principal replied immediately. “Don’t let my high cholesterol, high blood sugar, and high blood pressure fool you; I’m still a cultivator at the peak of Qi Refining. It’s just the Heart-Questioning Day’s defense-breaking test; I can handle it.”

Upon hearing this, the head of the teaching department immediately pulled the principal aside and whispered, "Principal, that's Chen Guang over there. He's quite skilled at creating dreams, and his 'Questioning the Heart' dream might be quite misleading. Perhaps we should call in outside help."

"Are you stupid!" the principal said in a low voice, exasperated. "We've already offended people badly, and our positions are already precarious. How can we not make a contribution now? If you ask me, we should suffer terribly, not only terribly, but even better if we end up foaming at the mouth. Only in this way can we make amends and have our past transgressions forgiven."

"The principal is wise." The head of the teaching department was completely convinced.

"So listen to me, even if the dream doesn't work, you still have to say it does. Understand?"

"learn."

After reviewing the plan, the principal and the dean of students took the dream, then turned on their phones and immersed themselves in the dream.

The dream on the day of the Heart Inquiry can be aided by the power of the Fire Star Lord. Any cultivator who enters will have some of their memories outside the dream forcibly sealed, and incorrect memories will be instilled into their primordial spirit.

When the principal entered the dream, he immediately felt a sense of disorientation. His years of accumulated cultivation were insignificant in front of the Star Lord, and he was directly instilled with incorrect memories.

As dawn broke, Principal Liu woke up.

He didn't get up immediately; he lingered in the warmth of the blankets for a while, then coughed in a low voice for a bit before slowly getting up.

Last night, he had a dream.

In the dream, he wasn't the head of the Liu family in Xiaoliu Village, but the principal of some Tianyuan City Sports Middle School, and also a cultivator.

Where is Tianyuan? And what is a sports middle school?
Moreover, cultivators are high above others, so how could I possibly be a cultivator?

After coughing, he slowly got up, dressed, pushed open the door, and went outside.

As dawn broke, the roosters began to crow. The big yellow dog lying at the gate of the yard pricked up its ears to listen, but when it recognized the familiar old man, it lowered its ears again.

After counting the pigs in the house and checking if there was enough firewood, Liu Xiao, like a spinning lady, carefully checked every detail, not daring to make any mistakes.

Another half hour passed, and the others gradually woke up as well. The bed creaked, followed by the soft rustling of fabric, the sounds of couples talking, children whimpering in bed, the sound of a mother's hand slapping, and the cries of a baby.

The village, which had been silent just moments before, came to life. The Liu family, a dozen or so members, woke up and began preparing for the day's livelihood.

The main gate was pushed open, and Liu's eldest son appeared at the door. Upon seeing Liu Xiao in the courtyard, he immediately walked over and said with concern, "Dad, why are you up so early?"

"I got up after I woke up. I also wanted to check if the pigs had been stolen and if we had enough firewood."

"It's chilly in the morning. You're already eighty, so don't move around too much. I'll get you a brazier and prepare some wine for you. You can rest."

An 80-year-old man is unique in Xiaoliu Village.

Once you're over seventy, you're old and useless.

At this point, one should take a few steamed buns, go up the mountain alone to the Broken Relatives Stone, sit there until one starves to death.

Finally, the family reports the person missing, and the authorities won't pursue the matter further; that's the end of it.

The dead should make way for the living. A seventy-year-old is just a dead person; keeping him around means he can't plow the fields or raise pigs, and it's just a waste of food.

But the eldest son was unwilling.

Each time he went out, the other person would look for him, and he would persistently search for him, even if it meant cutting himself all over in the forest weeds.

The second son was also unwilling.

He was fifty years old, but he still cried like a child while holding his own hand, repeatedly saying, "My mother is gone, but I can't live without my father! If you leave, we will really have no home."

The eldest daughter was even more unwilling.

Every time Liu Xiao left, she would cry. After crying, she would roll out dough and make cabbage buns, then say bitterly, "Father is gone, so we won't live either. Today we'll eat all the food! Let's all starve to death!"

So, Principal Liu dared not leave.

He tried to eat as little as possible and do as much work as possible each day, hoping to see the children for a few more days.

But his children tried to find ways to get him to eat more and rest more, and also hoped to see him for a few more days.

Forced by his eldest son to lie down on the recliner, he felt incredibly comfortable as he felt the soft bearskin against his back.

I wish I could watch the children grow up forever.

He was half asleep and about to rest for a while when he suddenly saw his second son's grandson, Liu Xuan, walk in with something.

He opened his eyes and said with a smile, "Little Xuan'er, what did you find? Let Grandma see it."

"I found a mirror." The little boy skipped over and jumped into Liu Xiao's arms. "Grandma, look!"

As Liu took the mirror, the smile on his face gradually disappeared.

The mirror in front of me was no bigger than the palm of my hand, and it was plated with a layer of silver, reflecting everything outside the mirror clearly.

But when used to look at people, what you see is not their physical appearance, but rather a series of dark, human-shaped figures, with some words faintly visible.

Although he was just a mortal, he could still sense that this thing was extraordinary, and at the same time, he vaguely felt that this thing craved blood and human lives.

This is not something for ordinary people.

This is a matter for spiritual practitioners!

(End of this chapter)