"Will this really be okay?" Wu Pifu asked, lacking confidence.
Chu Minghao laughed heartily. "Of course it will. Trust me!"
Wu Pifu still hesitated. After thinking it over, he said, "I wouldn't say I'm weak now, but I'm definitely not strong either. I already told you about my cultivation techniques, realm, and three basic attributes. Brother Chu, tell me honestly—is this really not a trick to send me out there to get beaten up?"
"How could it be?" Chu Minghao said seriously. "If your strength were converted into cultivation, it would be equivalent to at least seventy years of cultivation. The person who ambushed you has, at most, twenty or thirty years' worth, and it's mixed and disordered besides. It's far inferior to your focused, pure physical cultivation. You'll definitely win."
Wu Pifu felt somewhat reassured, but he could not help asking, "How exactly does the Dream World assess strength between different systems? Is there some standard method of evaluation?"
Chu Minghao laughed. "How could there possibly be one? From the high-level, middle-level, and even low-level worlds I've randomly passed through, Buddhism, Daoism, the Cross, Esoteric Buddhism, and so on—not even counting bizarre and strange pollution sources, nightmares, and the like—all have their own systems. Bhikkhus, Arhats, Bodhisattvas, Buddhas; Daoists, Celestials, Immortals, Sages; heroes, demigods, angels, divine sons... there are too many to count. Cultivation is merely a realm term that I find easiest to quantify. As for who is truly stronger, you only find out after fighting."
Still unwilling to accept that, Wu Pifu said, "There has to be some common standard, right? We're not as strong as you, able to fight first and worry later. What if we try and just die? Who would we complain to then?"
Chu Minghao nodded in agreement. "That makes sense. So I'm