Chapter 115: Succeed, Xuantian Baolu.
With a click, Shi Nian pushed open the door and walked into the bedroom.
Then, the seventh soul skill Nightmare's true form unfolded and began to arrange the illusion according to Lin Rong's design.
……
Dream world.
Tang San opened his eyes in confusion, and was surprised to find that he was lying on the bed, and sitting beside the bed was an old man with white beard and hair.
"Mr. Tang Lan, you..."
With that said, Tang San was about to get up, but found that his whole body was covered with bandages, and a weak feeling of powerlessness suddenly spread throughout his body, causing him to only twist his head.
Tang Lan, the elder of the outer sect of Tang Sect, saw Tang San wake up and signaled Tang San not to move yet, saying:
"The reason why Guijianchou is called Guijianchou is because anyone who falls from Guijianchou will definitely die without life."
"Xiaosan, half a month ago, you jumped off Guijianchou. The Tang Sect issued a death order, and you had to see people dead or corpses. It was only by luck that I found you from Guijianchou who was still alive."
"You were in a coma for half a month, during which time you were still talking about martial arts, soul rings, etc. from time to time."
"Fortunately, you woke up today, so I and the sect master can rest assured."
The extremely familiar voice echoed in Tang San's ears, making Tang San's heart filled with thoughts.
Back then, it was Mr. Tang Lan who brought him back to the Tang Clan when he was just born, and he was born, Tang San.
Therefore, Tang San had absolutely no chance of admitting his mistake in Mr. Tang Lan's voice.
This made Tang San couldn't help but think:
"So, the eleven years I spent traveling through another world were all a dream while I was in a coma?"
"But it's so real, so real..."
At this time, Tang Lan interrupted Tang San's thoughts and said:
"Xiao San, I haven't had time to congratulate you. From today on, you are the sole heir of my Tang Sect Master."
The only heir to the head of the Tang Sect?
Hearing this, Tang San almost subconsciously retorted:
"Impossible, I am just an outer disciple, and the surname Tang was given by the sect. I do not have the blood of the Tang family flowing through me."
"This disciple made a big mistake this time. Being able to survive by chance is a gift from God. How could the position of Tang Sect's leader go to a sect sinner like me?"
"Mr. Lan, please stop joking with me."
Tang Lan, who was sitting by the bed, opened his mouth slightly when he heard this, wanting to say something.
But before he could say anything, a majestic and old voice came from outside the door:
"Sect sinner, who is talking nonsense in your ears and making you have this idea? If I let this happen, I will not be able to spare him!"
Hearing this voice, Tang San was both excited and a little scared.
But before he could think about it, the head of the Tang Sect, Tang Da, opened the door and walked in.
"Master!"
Tang Lan stood up and saluted respectfully.
Tang San, who was lying weakly on the bed, looked at the sect leader who was more than two decades old and walked in, and confessed:
"Sect Master, my disciple Tang San stole the Xuantian Baolu, the Tang Sect's most precious treasure. He knew that his crime was unforgivable, so he asked the Sect Master to punish him."
Mr. Tang Lan's words just now, and the appearance of the sect master whom he had only seen once remotely in his memory, left Tang San with no extra thoughts to think about the world he dreamed about during his coma.
At this moment, after the words of confession were spoken, the panic in Tang San's heart continued to spread, causing fine beads of sweat to appear on his already pale face.
Xu Shi saw the emotions in Tang San's heart. Tang Da used the Xuantian Technique to inject internal energy into Tang San's body to calm him down and said:
"What you just said is correct. If someone with mediocre talent did such a thing, it would be an unforgivable crime."
"But you are different. The secret book of our sect that you hid under the first brick in this room proves that you have not leaked the secret knowledge of our sect."
"What's more, you have created the Buddha's Angry Tang Lotus that no one in our Tang Sect has been able to create in the past two hundred years. Your talent is so peerless that I can break the iron laws of the Tang Sect."
"So, you can rest in peace and recuperate without worrying too much."
"After you recover from your injury and inherit my position as the sect leader, I will still be waiting for you to lead our Tang Sect to another peak."
……
Fast forward three years. Tang San walked in the mountain gate of the Tang Sect's inner gate. The inner disciples passing by him no longer had the arrogance they once had, but instead saluted and greeted him one after another.
"Young Master!"
Listening to these greetings, Tang San didn't reply and simply walked back to his exclusive residence in the inner gate.
Three years, a full two and a half years, Tang San was recovering from his injuries.
Half a year ago, Tang Da used the Xuantian Technique to detect that the injuries in Tang San's body had completely healed, and then let him move into the inner gate.
He had only visited the inner gate once before at night when he was stealing Xuantian Baolu. Tang San only had a vague impression of the architectural layout inside.
Living in the Inner Sect for the past six months, Tang San was surprised to find that the architectural layout of the Inner Sect was exactly the same as what he imagined in his heart.
The characters of everyone here matched the appearance in Tang San's memory, making him feel real and at ease, making him increasingly feel that the eleven years of traveling through another world were a dream in a coma.
"Zi Buyu: strange, powerful, chaotic, divine."
"Time travel, martial spirits, soul beasts, soul rings, how can these things that exceed common sense happen?"
"Although the eleven years in the dream are very clear, they are false after all."
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"The world I live in is real."
"Tang San, Tang San, don't think about those illusory things anymore."
Another year has passed.
Tang San, who had just succeeded as the head of the Tang Sect, walked into the Scripture Depository Pavilion surrounded by a group of Tang Sect elders.
On the side, Tang Da, who had abdicated as the Great Elder of Tang Clan, said:
"Master, the new era should have a new atmosphere."
"As the leader of the new era, Sect Master, you need to personally write a new Xuantian Treasure Record as a symbol of the Tang Sect's new era."
"Please!"
With that said, Tang Da handed the pen in his hand to Tang San.
"Great Elder, Tang is disrespectful."
Tang San, who was proud of the spring breeze, took the pen, sat down in the crowd of elders, and wrote the contents of Xuantian Baolu on the fine rice paper.
……
in reality.
Tang San stood up with his eyes closed, walked to the desk with bare feet and sat down. He picked up the paper and pen he had prepared back then and began to copy Xuantian Baolu.
Although there is a lot of content recorded in Xuantian Baolu, with the blessing of Xuantian Kung and Xuan Yu Hand, Tang San wrote very fast and wrote very fast.
In an hour and a half, the entire Xuantian Baolu was transcribed.
Tang San put down his pen, stood up, handed the copied Xuantian Baolu to Shi Nian, and said:
"Great Elder, Tang is fortunate enough to live up to his mission. Please take a look at it to see if there are any errors with the original Xuantian Baolu."
Shi Nian accepted the book from Tang San with a strange smile on his face, thinking:
"I really want to see what this kid went through in the illusion."
"It's a pity that I'm not a Titled Douluo yet, so I can't peek into the illusion."
Tang San, who was in the illusion, "heard" Tang Da's answer, turned around and walked somewhere.
Seeing this, Shi Nian, who had completed his task, lifted the nightmare, and the constructed fantasy world suddenly collapsed, and Tang San, who walked to the bedside, also fell down.
Immediately afterwards, Shi Nian took out a golden flower, crushed it with his soul power and gave it to Tang San.
"It's really expensive for adults to do things."
"Such a top-quality forget-me-not-the-worry grass, just use it."
While thinking about it in those years, he never forgot to use his soul power to inject it into Tang San's body, so that the medicinal power of Forget-Worrow Grass could only make Tang San forget what happened in the dream world.
After doing this, Shi Nian walked out of the room, looked up and saw that the night was beginning to fade, and hurriedly left Tangmen.
(End of chapter)