Damn it, another dream...
Little Bad King "woke" in his dream, shaking his great bovine head as he surveyed his surroundings. Then his heart sank. "I'm screwed. This place looks so familiar... Have I been fucking sold again?!"
The dream began in the same place: a completely enclosed wooden crate, a swaying carriage, and the teeth-grating sound of wheels rolling forward.
Having already experienced three such "dreams," Little Bad King could be considered extremely experienced. So he felt no nervousness, unease, or terror at this moment. All he did was think calmly and pray devoutly.
What puzzled him was that he clearly had not dreamed for several years, so why had he suddenly started entering "dreams" again? What exactly was the trigger, and what was the logic behind it?
At the same time, he prayed devoutly that this dream would be a pleasant one: for instance, reaching the Sixth Grade at the bovine age of thirty, possessing a great secret realm, then marrying sixty concubines and spending his days without wearing clothes...
The earlier dreams had genuinely traumatized him. He never wanted to be dismembered or treated like livestock and lashed again and again...
Perhaps his devout prayers worked, or perhaps the Heavenly Dao had decided to act human for once today. In any case, Little Bad King's next dream could be summed up in one word-erotic.
First, he dreamed that an old Taoist at the Fifth Grade Great Perfection Realm "tamed" him, and he reluctantly became the man's mount. Later, the old Taoist died in a secret realm during his final years, leaving him an ownerless azure ox.
To make a living, he inherited the old Taoist's mantle and Taoist arts and began swindling his way through the martial world. Calling himself Ox Daoist, he claimed the ability to