Zhuang Zhou Dreams of a Butterfly: Tang San Believed Reality Should Be Like His Dream

The next morning, sunlight streamed into the dormitory.

Meng Chen sat cross-legged on his bed, cultivating the Silver Moon Meditation. His breathing was even, and he remained as still as a mountain.

Faintly, a weak strand of spiritual power seemed to stir between his brows, condensing into the hazy pattern of a silver moon.

The Silver Moon Meditation was a closely guarded secret of the Sun-Moon Empire's imperial family, complementing another technique, the Blazing Sun Soul-Gathering Method.

The former cultivated spiritual power, while the latter condensed soul power.

As the Supreme Consecrator of the Sun-Moon Empire, Ye Xishui had access to the Sun-Moon Classics, so naturally, she could study these two great secret arts as well.

After teaching Meng Chen the Silver Moon Meditation yesterday, she had also passed down the Blazing Sun Soul-Gathering Method to him.

The silver moon focused the mind, the blazing sun gathered the soul. Sun and moon complemented each other, supporting one another.

When his roommate woke and saw Meng Chen still cultivating, he did not pat him directly. He merely tapped lightly on the table to remind him.

Meng Chen slowly opened his eyes. A glimmer of silver flashed through them before they quickly returned to clarity.

After cultivating through the night, not only was he not tired at all, but he felt refreshed and full of energy.

After getting dressed and washing up, Meng Chen left the dormitory as well.

First-year classroom.

The moment Meng Chen entered the classroom, he sensed an undisguised, appraising gaze. He looked in its direction.

It was Tang San.

When Tang San saw Meng Chen look over, he did not avoid his gaze.

As their eyes met, Meng Chen saw the fighting spirit in Tang San's eyes.

In response, Meng Chen raised his middle finger at Tang San. Tang San's expression shifted slightly, a trace of anger surfacing in his eyes.

Ignoring Tang San, Meng Chen walked to his seat and sat down.

Tang San glared resentfully at Meng Chen and thought, Meng Chen, the more arrogant you are now, the more pathetic you'll be later. And Xiao Wu... she can only be mine!

Tang San and Xiao Wu had clearly only just met, so why did he possess such a strong desire to claim her?

It was all because, after his martial soul awakened, Tang San had once had a dream.

In that dream, Tang San dreamed that he came to Notting Academy, took Yu Xiaogang as his master, and met a girl named Xiao Wu.

They studied happily together and grew up together. Xiao Wu even called him Brother.

Six years later, they graduated from Notting Academy. At the Master's recommendation, they went together to Soto City to study at a monster academy called Shrek Academy.

The dream ended abruptly there.

At first, Tang San had not paid much attention to that dream. That was until everything that happened within it came true one by one after he entered Notting Academy.

He took Yu Xiaogang as his master, was assigned to Dorm Seven, fought Xiao Wu...

Tang San was stunned. Could this be Zhuang Zhou dreaming of a butterfly?!

But when Meng Chen appeared, everything changed.

Xiao Wu was no longer close to him as she had been in the dream. She had even moved out of the work-study dormitory and no longer called him Brother.

It gave Tang San the feeling that everything that should have been under his control had slipped beyond it.

He was extremely displeased!

And the root of it all was Meng Chen!

If not for Meng Chen, everything should have proceeded exactly as it had in his dream!

Tang San was going to force everything back onto the proper track and make it proceed as it had in his dream!

When the morning classes ended, Meng Chen packed up his textbooks, rose to his feet, and prepared to head to the cafeteria.

"Meng Chen!"

The sudden shout made most of the class turn around and look at Tang San.

Feeling countless gazes upon him, Tang San wore a confident expression as he walked up to Meng Chen and blocked his path.

Meng Chen looked at Tang San, who was a little shorter than him, with a hint of impatience on his face.

"Tang San, do you have no manners?"

Tang San froze briefly. Then rage surged up from within him, and a flash of killing intent appeared in his eyes as he demanded coldly, "Meng Chen, what do you mean by that?"

"What do I mean? Don't you know that stopping someone from eating is like murdering their parents? Did your mother never teach you that?"

Meng Chen's final sentence landed heavily on Tang San's heart. Tang San instantly flew into a rage, his eyes bulging wide.

"Meng Chen! Don't go too far!"

"So what if I do? Come hit me. Didn't you stop me because you wanted to fight me? I'm giving you the chance now, so don't disgrace yourself."

Meng Chen sneered, not forgetting to give Tang San a little encouragement.

Tang San had not expected Meng Chen to see through his intentions. Since that was the case, he could not blame him.

Tang San immediately let out an angry shout.

"Meng Chen, you dare insult my mother? Today, I'll teach you a proper lesson!"

They were about to fight, yet Tang San still wanted to claim the moral high ground. His hypocrisy made Meng Chen feel a little sick.

"Heh... if you want to fight, then fight. What the fuck are you making excuses for? Aren't you disgusting?"

"Don't fight in the classroom. If we break the desks and chairs, the academy will make us pay for them."

With that, Meng Chen had Tang San follow him to the training field.

It happened to be lunchtime, and students from every grade had finished class and were heading to the cafeteria.

But when they heard that two first-year students were going to have a soul duel on the training field, they all changed direction and headed there instead.

They could eat anytime, but if they missed this spectacle, there would be no seeing it again!

Even some teachers received word and came to the training field. When Yu Xiaogang learned that Tang San and Meng Chen were having a soul duel, he hurried over as well.

On the training field, Meng Chen and Tang San stood facing one another, separated by more than ten meters. A circle of students surrounded them, chattering among themselves.

"A soul duel? This is my first time seeing someone have a soul duel in the academy. Who are these two first-years? They're gutsy."

"I heard from the first-years that one is called Meng Chen and the other Tang San. It seems they're both innately full soul power!"

"Innately full soul power? Both of them? What, does innately full soul power come in pairs these days?"

"They both have innately full soul power. Judging by their presence, they may have already obtained their first soul rings and become Soul Masters!"

"Comparisons really are infuriating. We're already fifth-years and only have seven or eight levels of soul power, while they became Soul Masters less than a month after enrolling. I wish I had innately full soul power too!"

"..."

Yu Xiaogang stood at the outer edge, listening to the students' envy toward Tang San. A stiff, unpleasant smile appeared on his rigid face.

Tang San was his disciple. If Tang San was outstanding, did that not prove that his theories and teachings were exceptional?

Yu Xiaogang looked at Meng Chen again. Seeing his calm and indifferent expression, as though he did not take Tang San seriously at all, Yu Xiaogang gave a soft snort through his nose.

"Hmph! Keep pretending for a little longer. Without the guidance of a Master like me, what kind of good soul ring could you possibly obtain? It probably isn't even a hundred-year one."

"Once Little San reveals his hundred-year soul ring and you witness his Blue Silver Entanglement, just wait to beg for mercy."

Within the circle formed by the crowd, Tang San looked at Meng Chen. Seeing his calm expression, Tang San felt a trace of irritation.

At a time like this, this guy was still so composed. How could he keep pretending like that?!

In Tang San's eyes, Meng Chen should have been nervous, flustered, even afraid!

Still putting on such an act? Let's see how I expose your true colors!

Tang San then opened his right hand and gave a soft shout. "Blue Silver Grass, possess me!"

The Blue Silver Grass martial soul emerged in his right hand. Then, amid the astonished gazes of the students and teachers, a yellow soul ring appeared and circled Tang San's body.

"A hundred-year soul ring! His first ring is already a hundred-year one. This Tang San is no ordinary person!"

"It's actually the optimal soul ring configuration. What a pity his martial soul is Blue Silver Grass."

"Sigh, it really is a pity. What attack power can Blue Silver Grass have? At most, it has soul skills like entanglement."