The First Lackey Under The Empress

Woo—

The peach wood sword was brandished, and the snowy sky seemed to turn dark red.

The crowd erupted in sharp screams, followed by chaos.

On the pedestrian street, Zhao Du'an was eating when he suddenly raised his head and looked towards the suddenly chaotic crowd ahead.

"Murder!"

People scattered and fled like a tide.

For a moment, Zhao Du'an felt like a reef in a torrent, surrounded by men and women fleeing in terror, with only him standing in place.

He raised his head and looked towards the edge of the crowd, finally seeing the old Taoist priest holding a peach wood sword, his face twisted, walking towards him.

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"Tsk, he's finally here?"

Zhao Du'an smiled and walked against the flow of people, and the old Taoist priest who noticed him also stopped.

Between the towering commercial buildings, on the suddenly empty street, was a scene of trampled snow and messily discarded garbage.

The world seemed to be quiet, perhaps because of the dream.

When the two met, the fleeing crowd disappeared into thin air one by one.

Leaving only this silent and bustling world.

Snowflakes fluttered down, landing on Zhao Du'an and the old Taoist priest's hair.

"It's you."

The two spoke in unison, saying this sentence.

The difference was that Zhao Du'an was calm, while the old Taoist priest was surprised and uncertain.

"What exactly are you?!"

In the next second, the Bewitching National Preceptor roared almost hysterically, holding the peach wood sword straight up in his hand.

His cheeks were twitching, and his pupils moved rapidly from side to side, constantly guarding against possible dangers.

From the moment he appeared in front of the public, the National Preceptor's image had always been mysterious, dangerous, and powerful, with a smile that seemed to be able to see through people's hearts.

But at this moment, the old Taoist priest in Zhao Du'an's eyes had completely lost the demeanor of a "National Preceptor", appearing somewhat mad, like a lunatic who had escaped from an asylum.

It wasn't that the National Preceptor wasn't calm enough, but that this dream was too bizarre.

When people witnessed things beyond their comprehension, their emotions were bound to fluctuate.

"You invaded my dream, and now you're asking me?"

Zhao Du'an sneered, casually throwing the snack in his hand on the ground, putting his hands in his pockets and smiling:

"I didn't expect we would meet again so soon, National Preceptor."

He emphasized the pronunciation of the last title.

Thus, this sentence had a mocking meaning.

The Bewitching National Preceptor took a deep breath, trying to suppress the emotions in his heart.

He realized his loss of composure, so he coldly threw the sword.

The peach wood sword circled around him once before automatically returning to the scabbard on his back.

"This humble Taoist doesn't care what you are, but you're right, it was this humble Taoist who invaded your dream."

The old Taoist priest seemed to be awakened, and he gathered his sleeves, restoring his proper demeanor.

A smile tinged with evil reappeared on his face:

"I must admit, you came earlier than I expected."

His psychological quality is very strong… Zhao Du'an curiously asked, "Oh? You knew I would come?"

The old Taoist priest seemed quite proud, and a light flickered in his gray eyes:

"Otherwise? Did you think that this humble Taoist tried to approach you during the day, and talked to you, just to win you over?

Heh, perhaps you even thought that you weren't affected at the time, right? Thinking that killing the puppet controlled by this humble Taoist would make you immune to the spell?

No, you're wrong.

At that time, this humble Taoist planted a seed in your heart, and you would have a strong desire to actively leave others and seek me out."

Seeming to realize that he, as the invader, shouldn't be afraid, he spoke more fluently:

"Don't believe it? You might as well recall your behavior today.

Did you become more rash? Not cautious enough? Did you develop emotions of underestimating the enemy? Thinking that relying on your inherited cultivation, you could restrain this humble Taoist?"

Seeing Zhao Du'an frown, the old Taoist priest's smile became even more rampant:

"Haha, you've realized it? That's right, you thought all your actions were from your own heart?

Little did you know that your eagerness to find this humble Taoist was just an amplified desire!

However, you came so quickly, which really surprised me.

This humble Taoist originally planned to first solve those few enemies tonight, and then find a way to actively release clues to lure you in… But, it seems you've already come to seek death impatiently."

Zhao Du'an looked at him with a strange expression and said, "Are you still trying to bewitch me at this moment?"

The old Taoist priest was startled, his face changing, "How could that be?"

"Couldn't it?"

Perhaps because of the transmigrator's soul, or because the two were talking in the form of "divine souls".

It was even harder to hide the thoughts in his heart.

At this moment, Zhao Du'an could easily discern the other party's intentions.

Including the other party's intentional release of "bewitchment" power, all were clearly revealed in his perception.

Zhao Du'an smiled and said quietly:

"Don't you think this way of covering up fear is very stiff? I can't judge whether coming to find you rashly was really influenced by you, but I'm very sure that you are very flustered in your heart now, because everything in front of you is beyond your control.

So, you are still trying to use words to make me uneasy, thereby trying to control the initiative of this dream."

He sighed softly, looked up at the gently falling snowflakes in the sky, and said softly:

"You thought you were in control of the overall situation, and perhaps you have also made full preparations for this return to deal with the court's methods.

For example, you manipulate puppets and use bewitchment, which is indeed very troublesome. Perhaps you even have mastered methods to counter the Martial God path. So, you think you can take me down. If you devour me, the Emperor's favorite, you'd probably feel like it's true revenge... But...

He raised his hand, catching a crystal snowflake, letting it melt into water in his palm.

He smiled, looking at the demonic priest's face, which was shifting between light and darkness, and said:

"But... who devours whom, it's really hard to say."

The atmosphere between the two sides became tense. With Zhao Du'an's exposure, the Bewitchment National Preceptor stopped talking nonsense. His face became ferocious, his eyes turning red, and his pupils suddenly turned black. He said gloomily:

"Good, very good. Once I devour you, I'll know what you really are. Heh heh, today, this Daoist will teach you what it means to devour dreams!"

As soon as the words fell, the commercial buildings on both sides of the street suddenly began to shake and tremble, and the ground began to vibrate.

Zhao Du'an was surprised to see that the world on the old Daoist's side had suddenly changed.

Modern commercial buildings turned into antique buildings and shops, the marble floor turned into bluestone bricks, and modern street lamps were replaced by large red lanterns.

Only the sky didn't change much.

"Crack, crack..."

A clear cracking sound echoed from the entire sky.

At this moment, with the place where the two were confronting each other as the dividing line, the entire dream world seemed to be divided into two halves, one half ancient, one half modern.

And at the junction of the two worlds, buildings began to squeeze against each other, snapping and breaking.

Commercial buildings and ancient restaurants were like toys forcibly pieced together, like opponents fighting in a boxing ring, black and white pieces competing on a chessboard.

And accompanied by the old Daoist's almost insane laughter, the modern world began to be replaced step by step by the ancient world.

Reinforced concrete collapsed into pieces, falling from the high sky.

"Haha, this Daoist doesn't care what these ghost things are, but how can your mere pitiful twenty years of memories compete with this National Preceptor?"

The Daoist in a patched robe opened his arms, and from the buildings behind him, strands of turbulent white air gathered in the high sky, seemingly faintly condensing into a virtual shadow of a huge divine being.

Zhao Du'an stood quietly in the almost completely collapsing world, like a reef facing a dark tsunami.

There was no panic or fear on his face, only a thoughtful look, and a little bit of dawning realization:

"So, the so-called devouring is indeed just a matter of size."

"Whoever has the larger memory will overwrite the other."

"Like overwriting data in a hard drive?"

He seemed a little disappointed.

The Bewitchment National Preceptor's laughter stopped abruptly. He stared intently at the young man wearing a down jacket, standing on the edge of the collapsing world: "What did you say?"

Zhao Du'an came back to his senses, smiled, and said: "It's nothing, I just suddenly remembered a movie line."

"Oh?"

Zhao Du'an smiled and said: "In my dream, would I let you bully me?"

The next second, the old Daoist only heard countless whistling sounds like tearing through the air coming from above his head.

He raised his head in shock, his pupils suddenly constricted, only to see dense red lights lit up in the snowy dark sky.

The vast space fleet array silently floated in the sky hidden by the night, and after the bright fire, poured steel juice and iron rain, silently igniting and exploding.

And the world behind Zhao Du'an extended infinitely, as if endless. Godzilla, Transformers, mechs... powerful beings that could not be seen at a glance, like an approaching army formation on the plains, destroyed the old Daoist's small world like a tsunami.

Madness overflowed from the eyes of the white-haired National Preceptor, and before being swallowed, he let out a final roar:

"Demon—Dao—"

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Outside the dream, in the night of the Great Yu Capital.

On the endless rooftops of buildings, Ma Yan, wrapped in a cloak, drew a trail of afterimages, jumping on building after building.

He raised his head, and the building of the Eight Directions Opera House was already clearly in sight ahead.

And across this distance, he could already clearly feel the magical power fluctuations coming from there.

Ma Yan gave a low shout, taking a step that almost shrunk the earth, and his figure had already appeared in the sky above the opera garden mansion.

In the courtyard, Wu Ling, wearing a theatrical costume and holding a flowered spear, was attacking the three arresting officers who were working together to form a formation and barely resist, like a swift storm.

The commotion of the battle had already alarmed the entire opera garden.

Lights lit up in the houses, but no one dared to approach. The actors in the garden had already fled in fear after noticing the cultivators fighting.

"Woo woo!"

Wu Ling shook a flowered spear, making a sound that tore through the air, and swept away Hou Renmeng, who was slashing with a horizontal saber.

With a difference of one major realm, even if the three joined forces, they were not Wu Ling's opponent at all. At this time, everyone was already injured.

Hou Renmeng flew backwards, his tiger's mouth cracking open in mid-air, spitting out a mouthful of blood, his eyes bloodshot, falling to the ground and smashing out a shallow pit, still trying to prop up his body and continue fighting.

"Go! Run!" Zheng Lao Jiu and Shen Juan grabbed Hou Renmeng and were about to flee in another direction, intending to lure Wu Ling away.

However, the next second, the three were stunned to see a tall figure sweeping across the cold night sky.

With a force that destroyed the dry and withered, he struck out with a palm!

"Boom! ! !"

Wu Ling, who looked like a general in an opera, spat out blood, and was slapped back to his original form by Ma Yan, the theatrical costume on his body dissipating on its own. With a thud, he fell into the flowerbed of the courtyard, his eyes horrified.

"Director! !" Hou Renmeng and the three survived the disaster, overjoyed.

Ma Yan fell gracefully, his iron hand grabbing Wu Ling's neck, lifting him up like a chick in his hand, his tiger eyes swept over the three, his eyes sharp and urgent: "Where is Zhao Du'an? !"

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