Lazy Dream

Ye Haolong couldn't be woken up no matter what he did, Li Banfeng was about to fall asleep.

The Old Teapot, barely managing to stay upright, said, "Brother, why don't you go out of town and rest for a while?"

Leaving Pillow City did indeed shake off the weariness, but it didn't solve the real problem. The next time Li Banfeng returned to Pillow City, the situation was the same: he still couldn't wake Ye Haolong.

"Or, you could go home and rest for a while—" The Old Teapot fell asleep.

Returning to Portable Abode Ju wouldn't solve the problem either, but Li Banfeng really couldn't hold on any longer.

After sitting in his Portable Abode for a while, Li Banfeng became more sober, and the magical artifacts around him also woke up.

Li Banfeng rubbed his forehead and asked the record player, "My dear Wife, in Pillow City, is there any way to wake someone up?"

The Wife put down the Clay Figure in her hand, pondered for a moment, and said, "It's really too difficult to wake up a sleeping person, but there is a way to make the person wake up on their own. One way is to use Thought Cultivation Technique to force the person to have the thought of waking up."

The Wine Gourd said, "Sister, I've tried it, but it doesn't work. The people of Pillow City are sleeping too soundly; they can't even muster a thought."

The gourd always strikes when others are unaware, but unfortunately, it didn't work this time.

Zhong Bian also said, "Madam, I've tried it too, and it really doesn't work."

The record player was a little angry. "I fed you all so much good food, making you all plump and healthy, but when it's time to put in the effort, you're all useless!"

If reciting mantras doesn't work, you'll have to rely on Dream Cultivator. Dream Virtue, why don't you give it a try!

Dream Virtue stepped down from the wall, transforming from a calendar into Pocket Watch, and said to Li Banfeng, "Master, when we get to that person, I will enter his dream and persuade him to wake up."

Li Banfeng led Dream Virtue out of Portable Abode Shen Ju and came to Ye Haolong's side.

Dream Virtue yawned. "This place is really making me sleepy—"

Before she finished speaking, Dream Virtue had already entered Ye Haolong's dream.

Dream Cultivator wasn't afraid to fall asleep here and enter the dream world. She was also awake. Li Banfeng forced himself to stay awake and waited for Dream Virtue's reply. After waiting for about ten minutes, Dream Virtue didn't come out. Li Banfeng fell asleep sitting next to Ye Haolong.

He dreamt that he was embracing his Wife, dancing in the Grand Ballroom of Carefree Dock, with a band playing music on stage and singers performing in the band.

After skipping through song after song, Li Banfeng gently wiped the sweat from the mouth of his instrument and asked, "My dear Wife, are you tired?"

"If my husband isn't tired, Little Slave I won't be tired."

"My dear Wife, let's dance the cha-cha-cha again!"

"I won't do that anymore, my bones hurt afterward."

"Does it really hurt? Let me rub it for Wife."

Li Banfeng was massaging his hip bones with the record player when the female singer on stage suddenly shouted, "Sir, you can't dance anymore, it's time to wake up."

"Stop fooling around, can't you see I'm busy?" Li Banfeng gently rubbed his Wife's hip bones.

"You really can't jump anymore, or you'll fall into a deep sleep and won't be able to wake up!"

"Let it sink if it wants; let's just keep my Wife and get a good night's sleep!"

"Master!" Dream Virtue said coquettishly, pulling Li Banfeng out of the dream.

Li Banfeng was jolted awake by Dream Virtue: "Couldn't you have waited a little longer? I was giving my Wife a really nice massage..."

"Sir, don't forget the important matter."

Li Banfeng stretched and looked at Ye Haolong on the bed.

He remained lying in the same position, barely moving.

"You didn't wake him?" Li Banfeng frowned at Dream Virtue. "He wasn't awake, why did you call me?"

"Master, I went to his dream, but I couldn't get close to him. He was constantly fighting with others. If I rashly approached, I would definitely be seriously injured, and I might even lose my life."

"Even in dreams, you can be hurt by him?" Li Banfeng didn't know much about Dream Cultivator techniques.

Dream Virtue explained, "Entering an ordinary person's dream may not necessarily cause harm, but if you enter another Dream Cultivator's dream, it's like entering his territory, where every move could become real."

The words were a bit convoluted, so Li Banfeng asked, "You mean, Ye Haolong is Dream Cultivator?"

Dream Virtue hesitated for a moment. "His cultivation level is not visible, but I saw that he was very clear-headed in the dream, so he should be a Dream Cultivator."

Ye Haolong possesses cultivation at the Cloud Realm level, making it somewhat difficult for Dream Virtue to deal with a Cloud Above Cultivator alone.

Li Banfeng couldn't think of a solution for the time being and felt tired.

Seeing him yawn, Dream Virtue suggested, "Sir, would you like to take a trip into his dream?"

Li Banfeng asked in surprise, "You have such methods?"

Dream Virtue said, "With my current level of cultivation, I certainly don't have such methods. But among the foreigners I ate before, one of them was a master of dream control. After eating his flesh and blood, I learned some of the Dream Bridge techniques. Perhaps I can give it a try."

Before Dream Virtue could explain in detail what the Dream Bridge was, Li Banfeng felt his eyelids getting heavy and quickly fell asleep.

In his sleep, Li Banfeng was lying on his Wife's belly, listening silently.

The Wife asked cautiously, "Husband, do you think it's a boy or a girl?"

Dream Virtue scoffed from the side, "As if she could actually give birth."

After a brief moment of intimacy, Li Banfeng and his Wife were led by Dream Virtue to a suspension bridge.

Although Dream Virtue had hinted that he was dreaming, Li Banfeng still found the suspension bridge before him...

Li Banfeng still found it strange.

He didn't know where the suspension bridge was located; he only saw dozens of ropes descending from the sky.

The bridge sways precariously, yet the origin of these ropes remains unseen.

Li Banfeng looked at Dream Virtue and said, "If we go up this suspension bridge and fall off, will we really die?"

There was no record player here, nor was Hong Ying. Dream Virtue held Li Banfeng's arm tightly and said softly, "Don't be afraid. With me here, Master will not be in any danger."

Li Banfeng followed Dream Virtue onto the bridge. The suspension bridge swayed with every step, and mist rose from below, its depths unfathomable.

After taking a few steps, Li Banfeng would occasionally stretch his ankles, always ready with the skill of Riding the Wind and Driving the Clouds, so that even if he fell, he could still fly up.

No, my legs aren't strong enough; it seems I can't fly.

Dream Virtue reminded him, "Master, only Dream Cultivator can use their full strength in dreams. Cultivators from other sects are subject to certain restrictions. When you meet Ye Haolong, you can't use force. You might not be able to beat him in his dream."

Halfway across the suspension bridge, Li Banfeng vaguely heard shouts of battle and the clash of weapons, which came from Ye Haolong's dream.

After crossing the suspension bridge, Li Banfeng first arrived at a bamboo forest. The Bamboo was densely packed, with many knife marks, bloodstains, and some Bamboo that had been cut in half. The mess was somewhat tragic.

The further they went, the more intense the shouts of battle became. When they reached the edge of the bamboo forest, Li Banfeng finally saw Ye Haolong.

Ye Haolong, carrying a long sword, was fighting a group of masked men. Behind him was a truck, and next to the truck lay Peddler on the verge of death.

Is this what happened when the Peddler and the Heavenly Person had their final battle?

This situation actually occurred in my dream?

Ye Haolong was surrounded by more than a dozen masked men. Which of them was the one from heaven?

They all look quite similar; could they all be avatars of Heavenly Person?

Judging from the dream, after the Peddler was defeated by the Heavenly Person, Ye Haolong helped him hold off the enemy for a period of time. This shows that Ye Haolong's cultivation and combat power were quite high, making him a top figure in Pro State.

Is that really the case?

Dream Virtue held Li Banfeng 'Li Banfeng hand tightly and gently reminded him, "Master,"

This is a dream; don't take it seriously.

The scenes in dreams differ from reality; there are significant differences.

Even so, Li Banfeng did not dare to be careless. He took Dream Virtue and hid in the bamboo forest, silently watching the two sides fight.

Ye Haolong's swordsmanship was extremely elegant. Even when surrounded by more than a dozen people, he could attack and defend freely, advance and retreat with ease, without any obvious flaws.

After exchanging blows for more than thirty rounds, Ye Haolong's longsword flashed, producing more than a dozen sword lights that knocked the swords out of the hands of more than a dozen men in black.

The dozen or so men in black all had wounds, Ye Haolong seemed to be too exhausted to stand up straight.

But why do all the men in black use swords, and why are their sword techniques all similar?

These sword moves seem familiar, like they've appeared in some movies filmed in Decency Village.

That's right, it's the swordplay routine from the movie.

How much of Ye Haolong's dream was real?

The concept of time in dreams is vague, but fortunately, Dream Virtue has a precise timekeeping function. Half an hour later, this tedious battle finally ended. From beginning to end, neither side used any techniques; they just fought with swords.

Ye Haolong narrowly defeated a group of men in black, then stumbled toward the Peddler.

"Senior, how are you?" Ye Haolong picked up the Peddler.

The Peddler looked at Ye Haolong and said with difficulty, "Brother Ye, you're a good man."

With tears in his eyes, Ye Haolong said, "I'm late."

"Pro State is now in your hands!"

"Don't say that, senior. You should rest a while. I have some medicine here. You'll definitely get better after taking it."

The Peddler shook his head and said, "We must defend Pro State and not be bullied by the Inner State and Outer State. This important task is entrusted to you."

After saying this, the Peddler tilted his head, closed his eyes, and fell silent.

Ye Haolong sat next to the Peddler and cried for a long time.

The ground slowly sank, creating a pit, and the Peddler's body automatically entered the pit.

The Peddler was buried just like that. Obviously, this process was not very important to Ye Haolong, just like the villain's appearance was not important.

After burying the Peddler, Ye Haolong pushed his cart, ready to embark on a new journey. Li Banfeng walked up to Ye Haolong and said with a smile, "Are you the Lord of Pro?"

Ye Haolong straightened his chest and said calmly, "Don't call me that. I only want to do my best to protect Pro State. This is the entrustment of my seniors, and this is my mission."

"The senior you mentioned, is he Peddler?"

Ye Haolong nodded.

Li Banfeng asked, "What exactly happened to the Peddler?"

"He fought a duel with a celestial being and died from his injuries." As he said this, tears Yingying up in Ye Haolong's eyes.

Li Banfeng asked, "What do the Heavenly Person look like? I want to avenge the Peddler."

Ye Haolong looked at Li Banfeng, shook his head and sighed, "Young man, your mindset is commendable, but the combat power of the people in the heavens is far beyond your reach."

"Just tell me what he looks like, and even if I can't kill him today, I will avenge the Peddler when I return after completing my training!"

Ye Haolong shook his head and sighed, "You are still young. This blood feud is not something you should bear. You should cultivate diligently and contribute to the great cause of Pro State!"

Li Banfeng looked at Ye Haolong and said, "Have you never even seen people in the heavens?"

Ye Haolong was displeased. "Young man, how can you speak like that? I personally witnessed the battle between the celestial beings and the Peddler."

"Then why can't you describe the appearance of the Heavenly Person?"

"It's not that I can't tell you, it's that I can't tell you. I'm doing this all for your own good!"

"If you've seen someone in the heavens, you can describe their appearance. If you can't, then you've never seen them. It's such a simple principle, what's there to argue about?" Li Banfeng stared intently at Ye Haolong, unsure if the Fool Cultivation Skill would work in the dream.

"I... I have seen it before—" Ye Haolong stammered, his thoughts somewhat confused.

"Just tell me if you've seen me!"

He looked at Li Banfeng, raised his longsword, and said, "Who are you? Why are you bothering me like this?"

Dream Virtue warned, "Master, he is Dream Cultivator from the clouds. Do not fight him in his dreams."

Having come this far, Li Banfeng was not about to give up.

With his legs unable to exert any strength, his Travel Cultivator skills were limited, and he couldn't enter the dream world from his Portable Abode. His Shut-in Cultivation Technique were also limited. Li Banfeng touched the weapons and magical treasures on his body. It seemed that only the Dream Virtue could be brought into the dream world.

"I'll try to stall for time, and you'll force him to tell the truth."

After giving Dream Virtue his instructions, Li Banfeng glared angrily at Ye Haolong: "You charlatan, you never even saw that final battle! Why did you lie?"

Ye Haolong's hands trembled slightly. "I've seen it, I saw it with my own eyes!"

"I didn't detect any lying in his voice," Dream Virtue said in a low voice.

Does not lying mean it's true?

Li Banfeng said, "Tell me about the battle in detail, what techniques and methods both sides used. Don't tell me that Peddler and a celestial being were demanding a sword from you at the same time!"

Ye Haolong stammered, "I saw their techniques!"

"If you see it, just say so!"

"Why should I tell you this? Why should I?" Ye Haolong raised his long sword, his whole body trembling.

Dream Virtue found it strange that this person was so angry.

Seeing Ye Haolong's anger, a fierce battle was inevitable, so Dream Virtue quickly prepared an escape route for Li Banfeng.

Li Banfeng knew a fight was inevitable, so he forcefully exerted force with his feet, preparing to Trample Ten Thousand Rivers.

To catch the opponent off guard.

If you can injure the other party, take the opportunity to continue interrogating them. If you can't injure them, then try to find a way to deal with them.

Ye Haolong stood there, his body still trembling, seemingly ready to confront Li Banfeng head-on.

Li Banfeng rushed forward first, but just as he was about to unleash his technique, he tripped over a wing and almost fell to the ground.

Is this Ye Haolong's method?

Did he change the terrain so I tripped and fell?

Li Banfeng glanced at the ground but couldn't see any changes in the terrain.

The ground, covered with weeds, suddenly became loose, startling Li Banfeng into taking two steps back, Ye Haolong also became somewhat nervous.

Puff!

A hand emerged from the ground.

What is this? Is it Ye Haolong's clone?

Dream Virtue had no idea where this hand came from. He only saw the soil cracking open, and the arm stretched out longer and longer, its fingers crawling on the ground, until it crawled out of the soil with its whole body.

The person who crawled out was a man, whose face was covered by hair and beard, making it impossible to tell how old he was.

He wore a gray cloth long gown, neither too thick nor too thin, suitable for all seasons.

It's wearable in any season.

His clothes were covered in mud, but he just patted them off and they were clean and new again. I don't know what kind of fabric they were made of.

He raised his head, looked at Li Banfeng, and then turned to look at Ye Haolong.

Ye Haolong, brandishing his longsword, pointed it at Li Banfeng and said, "Are you an accomplice of the Heavenly Ones? You've come to me to kill me and silence me? Do you intend to eradicate the entire lineage of Pro State?"

The man who crawled out of the ground looked at Ye Haolong, remained silent for more than a minute, and then uttered a single word. "Get lost!"

Upon hearing this, Ye Haolong flew into a rage, put down his longsword, trembled with anger, and then left.

He just left like that?

This was his dream, and he didn't dare to say a word.

The man looked at Li Banfeng, and after a minute or so, asked, "Trying to kill someone?"

What does that mean?

Does he mean Li Banfeng wanted to kill Ye Haolong?

When facing an enemy, with life and death hanging in the balance, one will certainly show no mercy.

Wait, you can't answer that like that.

Li Banfeng remembered the Old Teapot's advice: during the time when Pillow City is sleeping, one must not enter the city to kill people, otherwise one will be punished by the Local Earth God.

Is this man the Local Earth God?

Li Banfeng replied, "I didn't intend to kill him."

That's true; Li Banfeng really didn't intend to kill Ye Haolong.

The man glanced at Li Banfeng's feet. "A killing technique!"

He meant that Li Banfeng had used a murder technique.

This basically confirms that this person is indeed the Local Earth God.

Old Teapot once said that the Local Earth God of Pillow City was a Lazy Cultivator. Just look at his attitude of not being too lazy to say a single extra word; it was almost exactly the same as the Judge's Brush.

Li Banfeng patiently explained, "This is Ye Haolong's dream. I am restricted in every way, while Ye Haolong has the upper hand in every way. Trample Ten Thousand Rivers with a single move. It is impossible to kill Ye Haolong."

The man shook his head. "Not necessarily."

Li Banfeng smiled helplessly, "I really didn't want to kill him. Dream Cultivator in the clouds can't be killed so easily. I just wanted to ask him some questions."

"Ask!" The man meant that he could ask him and he could answer.

Li Banfeng said, "I want to ask Ye Haolong whether he has ever seen the Peddler."

"Yes!" The man thought about how to describe it, but he was too lazy to think about it or to say it. He came up with a good idea.

Ahead lay an open space, the scene shifting to a narrow alley. A boy of about ten years old stood at the alley entrance, wearing a long robe and a melon-shaped hat. He approached the Peddler, looked up, and said earnestly, "I want the medicinal powder for martial arts cultivation."

"Martial arts practitioner?" The Peddler laughed. "Your physique isn't suited for martial arts."

The boy then said, "Then I'll choose literature."

Do you like reading?

The boy honestly shook his head. "Then what do you think I should choose?"

The Peddler squatted down and looked at the boy. "Since you live in Pillow City, choose Dream Cultivator. You sleep for three seasons a year, and all three seasons are good for cultivation."

The boy agreed, Peddler gave him some powder and carefully applied it to his stomach. The boy cried in pain and cried for a long time.

Li Banfeng asked, "Is this the scene when he entered the Daoist sect?"

The man nodded. "I've seen the Peddler before!"

Yes, when he entered the Daoist sect, he must have seen the Peddler, this Lazy Cultivator Local Earth God, use dreams to present Ye Haolong's memories. So there's no need to say anything or explain anything; the scene is very intuitive.

His ability to use Dream Cultivator techniques proves that he likely possesses Dream Cultivator skills.

Li Banfeng sighed, "I reckon he's only ever seen Peddler once in his life."

"No!" Lazy Cultivator Local Earth God waved his hand, and another dream appeared.

Ye Haolong, with his full head of white hair, stood at the entrance of the alley and saw the Peddler again.

The Peddler looked the same as before. He looked at Ye Haolong and laughed, "Eighty years old?"

"Yes!" Ye Haolong nodded.

The Peddler sighed, "After seventy years of cultivation, I have finally reached the Ninth Layer. My merits are complete."

Under normal cultivation conditions, one's cultivation level increases by one level every ten years. Ye Haolong entered the Dao at the age of ten and cultivated for seventy years, advancing from the first level to the Ninth Layer, advancing eight times. He advanced one more time in seventy years, which is his achievement in this life.

The Peddler asked him, "Want a promotion?"

Ye Haolong nodded repeatedly.

"Would you like to work as a laborer in Inner State?"

Ye Haolong shook his head.

"Let me give you a suggestion. I have a friend Zhao Lanmeng. I can get him to give you a piece of land so you can seize Yunshang. You can do some odd jobs for him and gain some popularity from him. What do you think?"

Ye Haolong thanked him repeatedly.

It turns out that his cultivation level in the Cloud Realm was obtained with the Peddler Gang.

Who is Zhao Lanmeng?

The man lifted his head forcefully. "Me!"

With such a name, is it possible that they're too lazy to even dream?

Ye Haolong was able to rise from the lowest Ninth Layer to the Cloud Above First Layer thanks to the Peddler's introduction and Zhao Lanmeng's help.

Li Banfeng nodded. "With Ye Haolong's strength, it seems unlikely that he will witness the duel between the Peddler and the Heavenly Person."

"You mean this?" Zhao Lanmeng squatted down on the ground, searching through Ye Haolong's memories in the layers of dreams.

After about ten minutes, he seemed to have found something.

It was the same open space, but the scene changed again. A person woke up with a start and rushed into the street.

This street looks familiar; it's the main street of Pillow City.

Li Banfeng saw the Peddler push his cart and soar into the sky from the street.

A blinding light burst forth from the sky, and a blurry figure appeared in the light, heading towards the Peddler. When the light dissipated, the blurry figure remained, but the Peddler had vanished, and Peddler cart was scattered on the ground.

Is this the duel between the Peddler and the Heavenly Person?

The bright light returned, and the scene swayed, likely from Ye Haolong's perspective as he fled.

I really do have that memory!

Li Banfeng asked in astonishment, "He really saw it?"

"No." Zhao Lanmeng lay flat on the ground; he was tired of standing.

Worried that he had fallen asleep, Li Banfeng quickly asked, "If he didn't see it with his own eyes, where did this memory come from?"

After resting for a while, Zhao Lanmeng said two words: "Compensation."

"What compensation?"

Zhao Lanmeng didn't explain, and with a wave of her hand, she read Ye Haolong's memories again.

At fifteen, Ye Haolong was bullied by several young men. He was a first-level Dream Cultivator and wanted to use his techniques...

Because he was so angry that he was trembling all over, he couldn't use his skills and was severely beaten.

At the age of 22, Ye Haolong sparred with a Food Cultivator. According to the dream description, Ye Haolong was a second-level Dream Cultivator at that time, while the Food Cultivator opposite him had just reached the first level.

Ye Haolong wanted to take the initiative and pull the other party into a dream. The other party did enter the dream, but Ye Haolong couldn't control the dream, and the other party woke up.

After waking up, Food Cultivator ate two pounds of dry rations and then gave Ye Haolong beating.

Dream Virtue whispered, "A second-level Dream Cultivator can't control his dreams; this person's talent is too mediocre."

At the age of thirty-seven, Ye Haolong encountered bandits on the road. Intending to help them, he acted rashly and hastily.

He was beaten by a group of bandits and barely escaped with his life.

At the age of forty-six, Ye Haolong, at the fifth level of martial arts, fought against a martial artist at the third level. The martial artist attacked too quickly, and Ye Haolong was unable to cope, resulting in another defeat.

After advancing to the Cloud Realm, Ye Haolong encountered a Travel Cultivator at the Earth Hideout Sixth Layer. Due to the cultivator's provocative words, Ye Haolong's performance was disrupted, and he was severely injured by the continuous "Trample Ten Thousand Rivers" attack.

The fact that Yun Shang was severely injured by the Earth Hideout Sixth Layer will inevitably become a laughing stock.

Zhao Lanmeng turned to look at Li Banfeng: "Were you just about to kill him?"

Li Banfeng waved his hands repeatedly and said, "I really didn't mean that."

Zhao Lanmeng's suspicions were not without merit. Judging from Ye Haolong's past record, even though it was just a dream, given his trembling and chilling state, Li Banfeng could very well have killed him by Trample Ten Thousand Rivers.

Li Banfeng then looked at Ye Haolong's record and gradually understood Zhao Lanmeng's meaning.

"I've never won." Zhao Lanmeng sighed softly.

The cultivators in the clouds are all dragons and phoenixes in the mortal world, outstanding individuals chosen from among millions.

However, even among outstanding individuals, there are mediocre ones, and Ye Haolong is one of them.

Throughout his life's battles, there was hardly a single decent victory to be found.

Li Banfeng asked, "How did someone like that manage to rise to the top?"

Zhao Lanmeng said two words: "Diligence and longevity."

This is the secret to Ye Haolong's success: he Sufferance Cultivator throughout his life and never slacked off.

His physical condition wasn't the best, but he was very resilient. Even at the age of eighty, he maintained a good condition. Relying on these two valuable qualities, he eventually made it to the top of the mountain.

He yearned for battle and conquest, for standing out from the crowd. As a Cloud Above Cultivator, he longed for the status and respect he deserved.

However, because he was not good at fighting and his past battles were terrible, he felt extremely unbalanced, which led to this memory as a form of self-compensation.

Zhao Lanmeng retrieved Ye Haolong's memories and made some comparisons in front of Li Banfeng.

Just now, every battle of Ye Haolong's was very clear to me, even though they were buried deep in my memory.

But these memories will never disappear in this lifetime.

But the scene of the Peddler being besieged, Ye Haolong repelling the bandits and being appointed to a critical mission—this is a typical example of memory compensation, because the imagery is somewhat blurry and the plot of the dream is somewhat contrived.

As for Ye Haolong's memory of witnessing the battle between the Peddler and the Heavenly Person being, it is somewhat clearer, but it still falls short of the real memory. It can only be said that Ye Haolong put in a lot of effort when creating these memories.

After gathering her strength for a long time, Zhao Lanmeng managed to utter a relatively complete sentence. "They definitely didn't fight here."

This statement provides the final conclusion.

Zhao Lanmeng is Local Earth God. If this fierce battle between the Peddler and the Heavenly Person really to take place in Pillow City...

It's impossible that Zhao Lanmeng was completely unaware.

This is tantamount to telling Li Banfeng that this so-called fierce battle does not exist.

Thanks to Zhao Lanmeng's guidance, otherwise no matter how Li Banfeng pressed him, Ye Haolong would have believed that this self-fabricated memory was real.

Without this decisive battle, it meant the Peddler was not in mortal danger, and Li Banfeng was in high spirits.

"Let's go." Zhao Lanmeng led Li Banfeng away from the dream and back to Ye Haolong's bedroom.

Li Banfeng said, "Although the matter of the decisive battle has been clarified, I still need to find the Peddler as soon as possible."

Zhao Lanmeng didn't answer Li Banfeng's question. He looked at Li Banfeng and said, "He has talent."

"You mean I have talent?" Li Banfeng asked. "You mean Dream Cultivator Xiu?"

Zhao Lanmeng nodded.

Li Banfeng shook his head and said, "I don't have much talent in Dream Cultivator; I rely entirely on Dream Virtue's help."

Li Banfeng called out Dream Virtue from his Pocket Watch, Dream Virtue bowed respectfully to Zhao Lanmeng.

Zhao Lanmeng looked Dream Virtue up and down, then shook her head and said, "He has no talent, he just eats well."

P

After finally getting a complete review, Dream Virtue was very disappointed with this one.

But he dared not say more.

Zhao Lanmeng looked into Li Banfeng's pocket. He sensed the projector and saw the projector's dream.

"Too stubborn and inflexible." This was his assessment of the projector. It wasn't that the projector was truly without talent, but rather that he lacked talent in both of his Daoist schools.

Zhao Lanmeng sensed the Wine Gourd again. "Too much thinking only troubles the mind."

That's true. Wine Gourd is a meticulous person. He may seem drunk and carefree all day, but he's actually quite shrewd.

Zhao Lanmeng sensed the teapot. "Great ambition deserves suffering."

He sensed the earring again. "Never close your eyes, a life of toil."

The earrings are on guard and rarely rest most of the time.

"Deep resentment is hard to let go of." This describes the pendulum.

Zhao Lanmeng glanced at the Tang Blade and gave it a two-word evaluation. "A warrior."

All the magical artifacts were asleep, and no one objected.

Zhao Lanmeng couldn't sense the glove because the glove had hidden itself before falling asleep.

But he sensed something that surprised him; it had invaded the Judge's Brush's dream.

In his sleep, the Judge's Brush, wrapped in a newspaper, was asleep.

Zhao Lanmeng's eyebrows twitched as she entered the dream within a dream of the Judge's Brush.

The Judge's Brush, wrapped in two newspapers, was still asleep in a dream.

"A tremendous talent—" Zhao Lanmeng exclaimed in amazement.

"Hmph!" The Judge's Brush responded, whether from a dream or not.

Li Banfeng said, "You've been looking around for a while now, shouldn't you give me some directions on where to find Peddler?"

Zhao Lanmeng took out a note, slowly wrote two lines, handed it to Li Banfeng, and after pondering for half an hour, squeezed out a long string of words. "Go to the Glue Lacquer River, find the Peddler's lover, but don't say I sent you."

"After you find the Peddler, come back to me. I want to spar with the man next to you."

P. S.: Is the Peddler at his lover's house?