Bu Fang jolted awake, drenched in sweat, only to discover that he was sitting perfectly unharmed in his room. Nothing had happened.
"Scared me half to death. It was only a dream!"
He even reached up involuntarily to feel his head.
In his memory, that monster had bitten his head open, splattering its contents everywhere. Yet now it remained intact, right where it belonged.
"No... this wasn't an ordinary nightmare!"
Suddenly, Bu Fang froze.
For a cultivator of his caliber, dreaming at all was unusual. Let alone having nightmares.
Bu Fang's expression gradually darkened. "Has the trouble from last time still not passed? If this keeps up, I'll have to consult Senior Han and Daoist Zhuang..."
Just then, without even realizing it, his eyelids grew heavy and drooped. Before he knew it, he had nodded off again.
"Bu Fang, this is all your fault! You're to blame for everything!"
"Senior Han, let me explain!"
"I won't listen, I won't listen, I won't listen!"
During the quarrel, the furious Senior Han took up his Treasure Sword and stabbed the utterly defenseless Bu Fang until his body resembled a Ma Feng nest.
Bu Fang jolted awake again, unable to sit still.
"So sleepy... no, I'm not sleepy at all!"
Sensing that something was wrong, he struggled violently to his feet, his movements even jolting the table and chairs with a creak.
That groggy sensation swept over him again, plunging him into another inexplicable dream.
In the Sacred Origin Kingdom, aboard the Dragon Lord's flagship on the Sacred Origin River, a group returned from their campaign to receive rewards for their achievements.
Watching his fellow Daoists receive satisfactory rewards one after another, Bu Fang stepped forward with complete confidence to hear his own appointment.
"...The rogue cultivator Bu Fang has rendered neither merit