98: Chapter 98 Others' Nightmares, My Experience Pack

Tang Xun currently felt like a mouse that had fallen into a rice jar.

The nauseating smell of decay all around him even seemed somewhat fragrant to his nose.

He stepped unsteadily through the mud, reaching out to scoop up a palm-sized speck of light floating before his eyes.

It felt slightly cool to the touch.

The vertical mark between his eyebrows heated up again, and his vision was forcibly pulled into that fragment.

The perspective was very low, as if he were lying on the ground.

Before him was a carved bed with warm red curtains, and a fragrant scent assailed his nostrils.

An Elder who usually appeared sanctimonious was currently kneeling on the ground, stark naked.

Sitting on the bed was a bewitching woman whose face could not be seen, holding a thorny whip in her hand.

"Hit me... I beg you, hit me..."

The Elder's face was flushed with excitement, drool pooling on the floor; there was not a shred of the dignity he usually displayed when reprimanding Disciple left.

Crack!

The whip fell, tearing skin and flesh.

Yet, the Elder acted as if he had eaten a ginseng fruit, letting out a low roar of pain and satisfaction.

Immediately after, the scene shifted.

The woman's mouth suddenly split open to her ears.

The whip in her hand turned into a venomous snake flicking its tongue, biting down on the Elder's throat.

The Elder's eyes widened, his body beginning to shrivel rapidly before the fanaticism in his eyes could even fade.

Even in death, he wore that bone-chilling, satisfied smile on his face.

The scene shattered.

A stream of extremely pure mental energy surged into Tang Xun's mind through the mark between his eyebrows.

The Savage God Dragon Transformation Art operated on its own, crushing these chaotic emotions and leaving only the purest nutrients to replenish Tang Xun's Physical Body.

Creak.

Tang Xun clenched his fist.

His knuckles popped.

Although it was only a negligible improvement, the feeling of getting stronger just by watching a "little movie" without needing to Cultivate arduously or take pills was simply too addictive.

"Tsk, this old thing looks so proper usually, but he sure knows how to play."

Tang Xun curled his lip and tossed the now lusterless fragment into the mud.

"Next."

He patrolled in front of the shelves like a picky customer.

This swamp was huge, and there were countless floating specks of light.

Each speck of light represented a Soul that had sunk to its death in the illusion.

For others, this was a great terror.

For Tang Xun, this was a buffet.

He grabbed another fragment that was glowing with a bloody light.

In the scene, this guy was throwing punches frantically at a mirror.

The person in the mirror was identical to him, with every action, force, and Move exactly the same.

"I am the strongest! I must defeat you!"

He roared, his fists already a bloody mess, revealing white bones.

But he couldn't stop.

That obsession to surpass himself was infinitely amplified by the illusion, turning into a deadly poison.

In the end, he died of exhaustion, literally working himself to death in front of the mirror.

"Stupid."

Tang Xun snorted coldly and unceremoniously devoured this mass of energy containing unwillingness and anger.

This energy was more chewy than the previous one.

The moment it entered his body, Tang Xun felt his muscle fibers tighten, tear, and then reorganize as if they had been burned by fire.

A faint bronze luster began to circulate on the surface of his skin.

This was the sign of entry into the first level of the Savage God Dragon Transformation Art.

"Again!"

Tang Xun had tasted the sweetness and wanted more.

He began to sprint through the swamp.

He grabbed a "greedy death" with his left hand and scooped up an "envious death" with his right.

There were all kinds of strange ways to die.

Some hacked their own brothers into pulp to fight over a fake Secret Manual; others poisoned the entire Sect for an illusory position of Sect Head.

The greed, lust, and cruelty deep within human nature were stripped bare here, without any fig leaf.

Tang Xun was like a judge walking in the underworld, watching these human farces with cold eyes, then swinging his sickle to harvest his spoils.

As he devoured more and more specks of light, the vertical mark between his eyebrows became clearer, even faintly revealing a purple hue.

The changes in his body were even more astonishing.

Although his originally thin frame didn't look much different now, the muscle lines under his clothes had become as hard as steel.

He tried throwing a punch at a dead tree nearby.

He didn't use any spiritual power.

It was pure Physical Body strength.

Bang!

A dull thud.

That dead tree, as thick as two people could embrace, was snapped in half, wood chips flying everywhere.

"A Middle Foundation Establishment Stage physique..."

Tang Xun withdrew his hand, blew the wood chips off his fist, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

How long had he even been inside?

If he followed the normal speed of Cultivate, wanting to reach this level of Physical Body strength would require soaking in medicinal baths until several layers of skin peeled off, and would also require years of arduous effort.

"Thanks for nature's gifts, and thanks to all you Fellow Daoist for your selfless contributions."

He cupped his hands toward the Void Realm, his tone sincere but his eyes playful.

Just as he was preparing to continue searching for "prey," a huge ball of light in the mist not far away caught his attention.

That ball of light was as large as a millstone and much brighter than the surrounding fragments.

Moreover, it was still beating slightly, just like a heart.

"Alive?"

Tang Xun's eyes lit up.

Those broken specks of light were already dead; those were "canned goods."

But this kind that hadn't broken yet meant the person inside wasn't dead, still struggling in the illusion.

This was "fresh produce."

The nutritional value was definitely higher.

Tang Xun licked his lips, lightened his footsteps, and crept over silently.

Upon getting closer, he realized that complex runes were circulating on the surface of this ball of light, and he could feel the intense emotional fluctuations inside from far away.

It was a mixture of extreme excitement, twisted pleasure, and deep... inferiority.

Tang Xun pressed his hand onto the surface of the ball of light.

The vertical mark between his eyebrows flashed with purple light.

His vision pierced through the barrier.

The moment he saw the person inside clearly, Tang Xun almost laughed out loud.

An acquaintance.

Wasn't this Elder Zhao, the one who had taken a chicken feather for an arrow at the entrance of the Secret Realm and nearly blocked him?

At this moment, Elder Zhao was wearing a glittering, extremely tacky dragon robe, sitting in a wide-legged, imposing manner on a dragon chair made of pure gold.

This seemed to be the main hall of the Azure Cloud Sect, but it had been transformed into the appearance of an imperial palace.

Below the hall, a vast crowd of people was kneeling.

Tang Xun looked closely and, good heavens, they were all high-ranking members of the Azure Cloud Sect.

The Sect Head, the heads of various peaks, and even several Grand Elder who had been in seclusion for years.

However, these "big shots" were all in rags, with iron chains around their necks, lying on the ground like dogs.