Shared Glory, Shared Ruin

A single meal of chicken couldn't send Zhang Xuezhou flying into the sky.

Zhang Xuezhou felt an urge stirring, but he stopped himself from acting on the mad impulse to jump from a height and test it.

If he wanted to fly, he couldn't use himself for such a stupid experiment.

Only his body in the dream wasn't afraid of falling.

At the very least, his dream self had to become skilled at flying and leaping before his real self could learn even the basics.

Zhang Xuezhou was deeply convinced of this.

He had trouble distinguishing illusion from reality, and he had no intention of investigating the difference.

After all, he was just a mental patient. Expecting a patient to solve his own problems was asking far too much.

But Zhang Xuezhou had faith in himself: whatever he did or didn't do, his ultimate goal was not to get himself killed.

He was striving upward, and more than that, he was trying to survive.

He was gradually coming to trust that some things in the dream might be absurd, but as long as they were useful, Zhang Xuezhou wouldn't care about their absurdity.

After all, he had eaten the meat of too many flying Demon Beasts with the Golden Toad Dharma King, and there was no shortage of subconscious belief in his mind that he could fly. Even a tiny bit of ability in that regard would help him protect himself better.

Once his Demon Power had been purified, he might find it very hard to shake that belief, and might even develop a stronger urge to fly and leap.

Zhang Xuezhou couldn't spend the rest of his life avoiding places with tall buildings, nor could he lock every door and window everywhere he went.

Accidents were impossible to guard