Chapter 8: Dream Tribulation Essence

After tidying up the aftermath, Ye Feifan lay down on his meditation cushion and closed his eyes.

“Hurry up and test it!”

Once again entering the dream realm, Ye Feifan found himself in darkness, with the dream world just beneath his feet.

He lit a basic dream-attracting incense, and soon a group of Zhang family’s dreams were drawn toward it.

Their energy was depleted, and even medicine couldn’t fully replenish it. They were clearly exhausted and could only rely on sleep to restore their strength.

But the more they slept, the more dangerous it became. Even if they could withstand it, the dream-attracting incense would drag them deeper into the dream realm.

Simply put, it was an unsolvable vicious cycle, unless their level surpassed the effective range of the basic dream-attracting incense.

Each person’s dream had been hooked multiple times. Ye Feifan’s own energy was severely drained, leaving him fatigued, yet he still managed to weakly toss a plump, oily black pill into Zhang Father’s newly appeared dream. The dream dimmed and a layer of black mist formed over it.

Staring at the dream emitting dark energy, Ye Feifan felt a chill run through his heart. If such a fate befell himself, he feared it would be the tragic template of some protagonist’s downfall.

Fortunately, he had survived the system’s ten-year trial period; otherwise, he might still be wandering aimlessly in confusion.

Though moved by these thoughts, Ye Feifan knew what needed to be done. He could not be satisfied with merely finishing these tasks; he intended to bring terrifying misfortune to the Zhang family’s scion.

After some contemplation, Ye Feifan took action. He hooked the dreams of two servants and the Zhang family’s scion together, transforming them into dream fish and casting them into Zhang Father’s dream. Then, he administered the basic philosophical medicine.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Ye Feifan returned to his own dream realm, casting the hooked dreams into the Dream Refining Furnace and beginning a new round of dream refinement.

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The cycle of hooking dreams, refining them, and soaking in baths repeated continuously. After a week, Ye Feifan felt ready to face the tribulation of the Fourth Threshold and began his preparations early.

After burning incense and praying, Ye Feifan poured three hundred milliliters of refined energy liquid into boiling water. Once the temperature cooled, he stripped and submerged himself into the wooden tub.

This time, the dosage was doubled to ensure he could face the dream tribulation in the best possible state, enabling him to step into the world of powerful cultivators.

Previously, it was the system that absorbed energy to escape self-induced slumber, so Ye Feifan had remained at the First Threshold. Aside from the spirit energy tempering his body, his soul had also grown somewhat under its influence, perfectly matching his role as a dream fisher.

After a long time, Ye Feifan absorbed all the energy liquid from the tub. Only a few black fibrous residues settled at the bottom, indicating that the innate poison extracted from his body was diminishing.

He had previously cast the innate poison into Zhang Father’s dream. Afterward, he disguised himself to infiltrate the city and gather some rumors.

Zhang Father’s strength had dropped sharply, his health deteriorating by the day. The clan headship had already been passed on to another, and even the Zhang family’s scion was restless, confined to his bed wailing.

The Zhang family members’ energy was continuously siphoned by Ye Feifan’s dream fishing. They believed the poisoning rumors to be nonsense, though many city doctors looked at them strangely but dared not speak.

Rumors had spread that the two had overindulged to the point where one foot was already in the grave. Without moderation, they would soon be as fragile as paper.

Even doctors seemed helpless against their weakness, and medication had little effect. Whenever they went out, they noticed everyone’s strange glances.

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Due to the blockage caused by innate poison, Zhang Father’s talent seemed greatly diminished. Not only did his cultivation slow, but his daily medicine expenses exceeded a thousand gold coins, and the Zhang family even considered expelling him.

Most bizarrely, the new clan head the next day also appeared worn out from overindulgence. After a few days, he could only lie bedridden, and the position he had just won was lost.

One after another, the new clan heads became despondent and paralyzed in bed. Everyone suspected someone was preventing them from ascending.

Suspicion gradually narrowed to a group within the Zhang family vying for the clan head position, sparking internal strife and a cold war.

The clan head seat remained vacant. No one was willing to be the scapegoat, uncertain if they would suffer the same fate as Zhang Father and the others.

Besides the elders’ weakness, the younger generation also felt hollow and drained of energy. With their strength leeched, they couldn’t go out to cause trouble, much to the quiet delight of the local populace who whispered, “Heaven has opened its eyes.”

…

After much reflection, Ye Feifan realized the energy liquid had been absorbed, and his spirit was vigorous and alert, ready to face the tribulation. Closing his eyes, he drifted into sleep.

Within the dream, darkness covered everything but nurtured boundless thunder. Merely witnessing it sent chills down his spine.

The system informed Ye Feifan that concealing the tribulation from the outside world was not difficult. By summoning the calamity within the dream, he could undergo tribulation just as in reality. The only drawback was the tribulation’s power would be significantly greater.

The three internal calamities were subtle, with minimal external manifestations, barely noticeable to others. Only the external tribulation was grand and conspicuous. The system’s plan was to pull the external tribulation into the dream, transforming it into a dream tribulation. This way, the phenomenon would appear only within the dream, greatly reducing the chance of leakage.

The world abides by conservation. Avoiding external anomalies raised the difficulty of tribulation several levels. Ye Feifan had to endure dozens of dream shatters, placing enormous strain on his body. Without strong willpower, the worst outcome would be mental collapse into idiocy; at worst, death.

At first, Ye Feifan thought the system was joking. But when he witnessed the scene in his dream, he realized even the system’s words were understated.

Lightning struck Ye Feifan’s body without warning. The soul-wrenching agony hit instantly. His face changed color, his form becoming translucent with countless cracks spreading across his body. Yet, he gritted his teeth and endured. The pain, though severe, was still less terrifying than the nightmare’s blade-plowing machine.

In the waking world, Ye Feifan’s body shimmered with arcs of electricity, with scorch marks appearing in many places.

The tribulation lightning connected through the dream to the outer body, inflicting severe injuries. His endurance was remarkable; others would have perished under such wounds.

The pain of the three internal calamities also transferred to the dream Ye Feifan, compounding the torment. The dream self shattered swiftly, and the real body spat a mouthful of black blood, splattering the wall like a black lotus—sinister and eerie.

Weak and aware of his grievous wounds, Ye Feifan gritted his teeth and closed his eyes again, returning to the dream.

The system did not provide cultivation techniques or similar aids, so Ye Feifan had to rely solely on his willpower to withstand the ordeal.

For the Zhang family members, that night would finally be peaceful. Their dreams had been hooked multiple times already, depleting their energy and ensuring no more intermittent disturbances in the latter half of the night—a temporary respite.

After shattering over a dozen times, Ye Feifan finally passed the dream tribulation and officially entered the Fourth Threshold.

As the dream collapsed, Ye Feifan returned to reality, lying on the ground trembling. The pain was far fiercer than when he had crossed the First Threshold. The suffering of defying fate was truly beyond what ordinary people could endure. No wonder many never make it past the First Threshold before disappearing like smoke.

He shakily absorbed spirit energy to heal his injuries but suddenly noticed his meridians and other parts had become a bloody mess, some areas even charred to a crisp.

“Can the system repair my body?” Ye Feifan dared not move, for even the slightest motion brought unbearable tearing pain.

“Good things left behind by the dream tribulation: The host, having passed the dream tribulation within the dream, had one milliliter of dream tribulation liquid captured by the system at its dissipating moment. Consuming it can heal injuries and enhance innate constitution…”

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