Give It to No One

The surrounding darkness and emptiness gradually receded, first revealing the outline of the mountains, and then the colors of the grass and trees appeared.

A man stood in the weeds opposite Li Banfeng. His head was narrow at the top and wide at the bottom, forming a triangle. His nose was half a foot long, covering his mouth and hanging down to his chin.

The Train Grandpa sounded the whistle and announced, "Passengers, the creature ahead is called Meng Xuan. Its original form was a Dream-Eating Tapir, Dream Cultivator at the Tenth Layer!"

Li Banfeng was shocked; the strange man opposite him actually had Tenth Layer of cultivation.

Even though he was quite knowledgeable, his heart was in his throat.

If it were someone else, they would probably lose their mind. In the normal understanding of Pro State, the Tenth Layer is the top level of cultivation, an insurmountable existence.

"It won't be easy to fight him!" The Train Grandpa sounded. "Dream Cultivator are different from other cultivators. Their true form can enter other people's dreams. If we fight his true form in a dream, how much of a loss do you think we'll suffer?"

As they were talking, the Tenth Layer Dream Cultivator had already disappeared.

The Train Grandpa continued, "He can change at will in dreams, becoming grass and trees, or birds and beasts. It's hard to tell if he's near or far, where he is, or when he strikes, but..."

Before he could finish speaking, the Tenth Layer Dream Cultivator suddenly appeared beside Li Banfeng, preparing to pull Li Banfeng off the back of the Train Grandpa.

Li Banfeng was completely unprepared and didn't even have time to react.

The Tenth Layer Dream Cultivator reached out his hand, and just as he was about to grab Li Banfeng, a smile appeared on his triangular face.

His smile flashed by and quickly disappeared because his face was covered by the sole of the Train Grandpa's shoe.

"But what good will that do?" The Train Grandpa kicked Tenth Layer Dream Cultivator on the face, continuing from where he left off, "Can't we just be faster than him?"

Boom!

The Tenth Layer Dream Cultivator flew out and his body became embedded in the rocks on the mountain.

The Train Grandpa ignored the Tenth Layer Dream Cultivator, carried Li Banfeng on his back, and sped forward.

"Dear passengers, you've had a long journey. We're almost at our final destination. This train will play a song called 'Train Ballad' to help you relax during your journey."

As they spoke, hundreds of people appeared around the Train Grandpa and surrounded the old man.

"Are these all Tenth Layer cultivators?"

"And some are not even that," Train Grandpa strode forward, singing a nursery rhyme as he went:

"Running on flat ground, crossing mountains and rivers, panting and puffing out smoke,"

Add coal and water and we're on our way; once the train starts moving, its power is boundless.

They crossed bridges and sifted through tunnels, their iron wheels churning through perilous passes.

We fear no hardship, we will brave wind and rain to cross countless rivers.

Train Grandpa sang a nursery rhyme as he raced forward.

A minotaur with a pair of horns blocked the way of the Train Grandpa, and it was clear that he was terrified.

But there was no other way; only by making this contribution could he qualify to compete for the title of Local Earth God.

The Train Grandpa sang a song and went straight past the bull's head.

By the time Ox Head realized what was happening, Train Grandpa had already gone far away.

The bull-headed creature glanced back at the Train Grandpa before exploding into a mass of flesh and blood.

Is this the skill of "Ride a Horse and Admire Flowers"?

Train Grandpa Li Banfeng showed no signs of exhaustion or fatigue.

Another group of burly body cultivators blocked the way ahead, and the Train Grandpa stomped his foot heavily.

Boom!

Li Banfeng first felt the ground shaking, then felt a ringing in his ears.

Rocks rained down, blood splattered everywhere, and the body cultivators immediately collapsed to the ground. The Train Grandpa walked over their bodies.

Li Banfeng glanced back and watched the smoke and dust rise into the air, as if forming a cloud.

Is this what it means to Trample Ten Thousand Rivers?

"Attention passengers, we are about to pass through a tunnel!"

Looking ahead, Li Banfeng could only see cliffs and rocks, but not the tunnel.

"Brother, it seems there's no road ahead."

The Train Grandpa looked a little serious. "There used to be a road, but some ruthless person came and blocked it."

As he spoke, the Train Grandpa looked up at the sky.

Li Banfeng then looked up and saw a woman in White Clothes hovering in the sky.

Meng Qian!

The Train Grandpa didn't stop, heading straight for the rock face, shouting, "Go!"

A cloud of dust and rubble rose from the rock face, revealing a tunnel that cut through the mountain.

Is this the sixth-level technique?

Is this what Cut Path Opening Road?

Is the technique really that powerful?

The Train Grandpa gasped for breath and said, "The place has changed. We've entered that woman's dream. This time, we've really taken a toll."

As they spoke, the rocks on both sides of the tunnel quickly moved closer to the center, as if a wound was about to heal rapidly, and the tunnel was shrinking rapidly.

"Open!" the Train Grandpa called out again, and the ever-shrinking tunnel appeared larger.

"Lower your head!" the Train Grandpa shouted, and Li Banfeng quickly lowered his head.

The moment the train burst out of the tunnel, the tunnel closed instantly, almost trapping Li Banfeng inside.

The Train Grandpa chuckled, "That was close! If I had been a fraction slower, you would have been stuck in the mountains forever."

Li Banfeng was curious. "What would happen if I died in my dream?"

"That means you're dead; the rest of your body has no soul," the Train Grandpa replied very briefly.

Li Banfeng looked around; a large number of vines and thorns had appeared around them, and the two were now in Thorn Thicket: "Are they still in that woman's dream?"

"Still running," the Train Grandpa whistle sounded, "Passengers, the train is about to accelerate!"

Call!

A strong wind swept in, and thorns cut his face like knives. The Train Grandpa sped along, and Li Banfeng dared not lower his head, as he had to constantly observe the boundaries of his dream.

Meng Qian, hovering in the air, frowned.

She usually has a blank expression, but this time her opponent is too strong; the Train Grandpa has already reached the edge of the Thorn Thicket.

Meng Qian waved her long sleeves, and the area covered by the Thorn Thicket began to expand rapidly.

In Dream Cultivator's dream, Dream Cultivator has a strong dominant position. The Thorn Thicket represent the scope of the dream. If her physical strength allows, Meng Qian seems to be able to expand her dream infinitely.

But the prerequisite is that the dream expands faster than the Train Grandpa.

There are not many thorns left in front of the Train Grandpa.

Some thorns, just sprouting vines and not yet growing thorns, were trampled underfoot by the Train Grandpa.

Meng Qian was drenched in sweat, biting a lock of her hair, flung her long sleeves, and tried her best to extend her dream.

The Train Grandpa sped faster and faster, reaching the edge of the dream.

Meng Qian gasped for breath, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, and collapsed to the ground, clutching her chest.

She failed.

She couldn't stop the Train Grandpa.

The opponent's strength was simply too great. Even though she was the leader of the Dream Cultivator Sect, and even though this was in her own dream, she was no match for the Train Grandpa.

"Whoosh~" the Train Grandpa whistle blew, "We've arrived at the final stop, brother, are you ready?"

Li Banfeng has already seen the Dream Realm Line.

"Brother, aren't you coming with me?"

"I can't leave, my body Inner State." The Train Grandpa slowed down.

"Brother, I'm leaving." Li Banfeng leaped up and rushed towards the boundary line.

The Train Grandpa stretched out his hand and widened the border line.

Although he wasn't very familiar with the crazy old man, Li Banfeng felt somewhat sentimental when the moment of parting came.

Perhaps you'll never find someone so compatible in this world again.

"Brother..."

"Let's go quickly." The Train Grandpa was also a little reluctant to part with Li Banfeng.

Bang!

Li Banfeng crashed headfirst into the boundary line and failed to cross it.

The Train Grandpa smacked its lips; the scene was a little awkward.

Meng Qian had already caught up from mid-air. Although this was beyond her dream realm, as long as she was still in the dream, the Dream Cultivator had absolute control.

The stunning beauty rushed toward Li Banfeng, who was lying on the ground, and was about to lift him up.

The Train Grandpa shouted, "Break!"

As soon as she finished speaking, a rock wall burst forth from the ground, and the peerless beauty crashed head-on into it. Clinging to the rocks with both hands, she slid down, enveloped in wisps of ethereal energy.

The skill of Cut Path Opening Road can both open and close roads.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Li Banfeng got up from the ground and, using the footwork taught to him by the Train Grandpa, along with his Unimpeded Travel skills, crashed headfirst into the boundary of the dream.

His figure disappeared.

The Train Grandpa smiled, stopped his technique, and looked at Meng Qian on the ground.

Meng Qian straightened her tattered clothes and disheveled hair, maintaining her languid expression, and said to the Train Grandpa, "Running an inn is not easy for me, why make things difficult for me?"

The Train Grandpa laughed and said, "It's not easy for my Daoist sect to produce such a good disciple. He shouldn't have died here."

Meng Qian shook her head and said, "They invited him into Dream Tether Tower precisely because they knew he was a talented young man from your Daoist sect."

The Train Grandpa nodded and said, "Then, by using this talented Daoist, you can trick me into revealing the train's Work Method."

Meng Qian sighed softly, "What they do is beyond my control. As long as his true body is still in Dream Tether Tower and doesn't wander around, he will be fine. Once they give their permission, they will naturally let him leave."

"Girl, stop talking nonsense," the Train Grandpa laughed. "His real body isn't in the Dream Tether Tower, otherwise you wouldn't have gone to so much trouble to chase after me."

Let me tell you something else: this disciple of my Daoist sect can leave whenever he wants without waiting for anyone's permission. The good men of my Daoist sect don't have the habit of caring about others' opinions.

A train whistle startled Li Banfeng Li Banfeng. He opened his eyes and found himself still on the train.

Train...

Train!

"How come I'm still on the train!" Li Banfeng thought he was still dreaming. Looking around, he noticed that the other passengers were staring at him with strange looks.

What kind of train is this?

It's definitely not the Train Grandpa.

It has a locomotive, carriages, and windows.

The buildings outside the window were only a few meters away from the train carriage.

This is a train that can pass through alleys.

This is the train from Black Stone Slope.

Have I returned to Black Stone Slope?

My body has been on Black Stone Slope the whole time?

Or is it still a dream?

Upon arriving at the station, the ticket sellers changed shifts and exchanged a few words with each other.

"Has that person come again?"

"He's here. It's been three days already. He'll definitely get on the first bus. Then, he can take the night bus."

"Should we kick him off the bus?"

"Why are you kicking him out? Just give him two hundred for the fare, and he doesn't even need to keep the change. Let him sit here."

"Little brother, you're finally awake. You've been sleepwalking for the past three days, riding the train here every day, and we couldn't wake you up."

"Sir, what happened? Are you sick?"

Several magical artifacts kept asking questions, so Li Banfeng told them to quiet down.

He could faintly hear the sound of a folk song:

"Running on flat ground, crossing mountains and rivers, panting and puffing out smoke,"

Add coal and water and we're on our way; once the train starts moving, its power is boundless.

They crossed bridges and sifted through tunnels, their iron wheels churning through perilous passes.

We fear no hardship, we will brave wind and rain to cross countless rivers.

Elder brother?

Li Banfeng stood in the carriage looking around, but couldn't find the source of the sound.

He also vaguely heard someone talking to him:

"Brother, you've already gone out."

Keep the train; don't give it to anyone. Even if I come to you one day asking for it back, you still can't give it to me.

Remember my words; I'm entrusting them to you.

PS: Master of Travel Cultivator, Ban Feng owes him a debt of gratitude. Does he still have a chance to escape from Inner State?