Nanke's Dream

The Heavenly Realm Division.

In Great Zhou, it's a walking advertisement.

Anyone who can enter the Heavenly Realm Division is no ordinary person.

"Since you've been on duty, has anyone entered or left the village?" Wei Qing asked the yamen runner in front of him, looking at the slightly desolate village.

"Reporting to Lord Wei, since we took over duty, no one has entered or left," the yamen runner replied respectfully.

"Alright, Lord Wei and I will handle the rest. You can go back," Zhu Huan waved to them.

"Yes."

The four faces lit up with joy, and they didn't delay for a moment.

They quickly walked to the village entrance, untied the horses, mounted them, and galloped away.

"Forgive me for making you witness this, my lord."

"It's only natural. Let's go."

With that, the two entered the village one after the other.

As soon as they stepped into the village, a chilling aura swept over them.

This cold air was within Wei Qing's tolerance, but Zhu Huan couldn't help but shiver.

"Captain Zhu, why don't you go out first? I'll look around myself."

"Lord Wei, eradicating demons and upholding justice is everyone's responsibility. How can I retreat? I'll get used to it in a moment."

Seeing this.

Wei Qing didn't try to persuade him further.

As they walked, the entire village was eerily quiet. Only the sound of their footsteps echoed in their ears.

This oppressive atmosphere felt strangely familiar to Wei Qing, who had spent years on the brink of death in his past life.

He caught a glimpse of Zhu Huan's tense profile out of the corner of his eye, tiny beads of sweat forming on his nose.

His right hand remained steady on the long saber at his waist.

Amusingly, his breathing technique, which involved exhaling every three steps and inhaling every two, was the Heavenly Realm Division's Clear Heart Art.

Seeing this, a meaningful smile played on Wei Qing's lips.

"My lord, Li Da Niu's house is just ahead."

Zhu Huan pointed to a courtyard with blue bricks and white tiles, which was much more luxurious compared to the other adobe houses in the village.

"This house looks quite wealthy."

"What's the use of being rich? When the demons come, the end result is still 'death'!"

Zhu Huan sighed helplessly, feeling powerless against this demon.

Wei Qing arrived at the door, channeling his internal energy into his palm, and struck out.

He shattered the lock on the door and walked straight in.

"Such powerful internal energy."

Zhu Huan's expression changed slightly as he watched Wei Qing shatter the door lock with a single palm strike.

One must know.

The lock on the door was made of black iron. To shatter it with external force was no easy feat!

For Wei Qing to achieve this, his strength was clearly not comparable to an ordinary intern Garrison Commander.

As he spoke.

The moment Wei Qing stepped into the courtyard, the previously clear sky was instantly swallowed, plunging everything into darkness.

"Drip!"

A drop of viscous liquid landed on the tip of Wei Qing's shoe. A black mist immediately rose from the bluestone-paved ground.

The scene before his eyes distorted.

Drip, drip, drip.

The sharp alarm of electronic equipment pierced the darkness. Blinding white light seeped through his eyelids, and the pungent smell of disinfectant filled his nostrils.

"Doctor, hurry... Captain Qing, you must not be alright..."

An anxious roar echoed in the ward.

Hearing the familiar voice, Wei Qing tried to open his eyes, but his eyelids felt as heavy as lead.

The familiar young voice roared again, "Doctor..."

Thump, thump, thump.

A flurry of hurried footsteps rushed into the ward. The female doctor immediately commanded, "Blood pressure dropping, 1mg of adrenaline, intravenous injection, quickly..."

"Yes."

Just as the nurse was about to insert the needle into the vein of Wei Qing's left arm, Wei Qing grabbed the arm holding the syringe.

"Qiangzi."

"Captain Qing."

"Brother Qing."

Seeing Wei Qing open his eyes, the members of the Dragon Group were overjoyed.

"Patient, let go quickly."

The nurse blushed and struggled forcefully.

"Instructor, Qiangzi, San'er, it's so good to see you all again."

The bearded man standing at the front frowned, "Qiangzi, what nonsense are you talking about?"

"Your task now is to cooperate with the treatment."

"You're a grown man, what are you holding onto the nurse for? Let go."

A young man behind the bearded man teased, "Captain Qing, you're not falling for the nurse, are you? Haha."

Hearing this, the nurse's face turned even redder, like a ripe apple. "Patient, please cooperate with your treatment."

"Shut up, all of you get out, you bunch of brats."

The bearded man glared, scaring the other members of the Dragon Group into fleeing the room as if pursued by a great terror.

"Patient, please let go."

The nurse's soft voice reminded him again.

"Qiangzi..."

"No matter what, I have to thank you."

As Wei Qing finished speaking, the surrounding scenery distorted once more.

The hospital bed rapidly grew into a five-meter-tall Ghost Face Vine, its rough skin forming a two-meter-wide, wrinkled giant face.

The bearded man's arms melted like ice and snow, transforming into two two-meter-long vines that instantly coiled tightly around Wei Qing's body.

The syringe in the nurse's hand transformed into a bone spike emitting a cold, eerie blue light.

With a "clang," it collided with the Soul Severing Blade in Wei Qing's hand, sending sparks flying.

"Heh heh heh... As expected of someone from the Heavenly Realm Division."

A sinister, childlike laugh echoed. The giant face on the Ghost Face Vine slowly writhed, and a scarlet slit opened beneath its nose, revealing layers of sharp teeth within.

"You saw through my 'Nanke's Dream' so quickly."

"But... why did you have to wake up?" The childlike voice suddenly became aggrieved, as if its favorite toy had been taken away.

"Isn't the dream exactly what you desired?"

As the voice fell, the entire Ghost Face Vine trembled violently, and several vines suddenly sprayed out balls of pink mist.

Floating within the mist were pink robes, emitting a green luminescence like fireflies.

Wei Qing flipped his wrist, and a cold glint flashed. With a sweep of the blade, he split the pink mist in two.

His aura erupted, and the vines wrapped around his body shattered inch by inch, dripping dark red, foul-smelling juice.

Using the momentum from breaking free, Wei Qing spun in mid-air, his Soul Severing Blade leaving two afterimages.

"Flowing Cloud Cross Slash."

"Aooo..."

The slashes accurately struck the giant face of the Ghost Face Vine. The face let out a piercing wail, and the sky full of vines thrashed wildly.

"I'll kill you!"

"Leaving Fire Talisman - Burn."

Wei Qing's offensive did not cease. He formed a hand seal, and a stream of light flew from his sleeve.

It instantly transformed into a ball of scorching golden flame, engulfing the entire Ghost Face Vine.

"Awooooo--"

The Ghost Face Vine writhed madly in the flames, its giant face on the main trunk emitting a tragic howl as its skin rapidly blackened.

In just a few breaths.

The entire Ghost Face Vine turned into a pile of charcoal. A gust of night wind blew, and it turned into dust that gradually dispersed.

Only a segment of the eerie blue bone spike, gleaming coldly, lay alone on the ground.