439: A celebration banquet that escapes dreams

When Sun Wu confessed everything about Anxi Town, he finally revealed that it was all a dream, which shocked everyone, and some even fell to the ground, questioning their lives.

In their perception, they were born and raised in this era, and suddenly someone told them it was a dream.

It was like aliens announcing one day that Earth was just a string of data—unbelievable.

“There is no Anxi Town, no Hell Cataclysm Era; you are Military, the guardians of the Sichuan West Abyss.”

Sun Wu concluded.

Fu Jian and the others were still horrified, speechless.

Shen Bei looked around, remained silent for a minute, then spoke, “Everyone, remember one thing: this is a dream. Only when you realize this can you wake up.”

Shen Bei felt it was about time.

If he announced it was a dream, the Military present might still be skeptical.

But coming from Sun Wu’s mouth, it would have a different effect.

When they realized this, they wouldn’t be entangled by the dream and dragged into the abyss.

Actually, Shen Bei was unsure if letting the Military know about the dream would have any positive effect.

Only General had experience with this.

Shen Bei, adhering to the principle of “better safe than sorry,” still decided to offer a reminder.

The next moment, before anyone else could question, Shen Bei directly struck, crushing Sun Wu’s head!

The immense pressure caused his skull to explode instantly, splattering red and white matter onto Shen Bei’s face.

In an instant, Shen Bei felt his consciousness rapidly blurring, making it difficult to even control his limbs.

Everything around him receded rapidly, disappearing.

Darkness simultaneously engulfed Shen Bei’s body and consciousness.

…

When Shen Bei woke up, he found himself still inside the glass enclosure, but now placed on a bed, lying alongside other Military.

“I’m back.”

Shen Bei checked his entire body; there were no injuries, and he breathed a sigh of relief, fearing that injuries sustained in the dream would carry over into reality.

Of course, Shen Bei wasn’t afraid of the injuries himself, but rather that the other Military had also suffered considerable impact during his fight with Sun Wu.

If he was fine, then the others must also be fine.

Fu Jian was sleeping on the bed next to Shen Bei, not yet awake.

Shen Bei got out of bed and checked his breathing and heartbeat, both of which were normal.

Just then.

A Military patrolling the area saw Shen Bei wake up, paused in surprise, then pressed against the glass enclosure, as if he had discovered something astonishing, repeatedly patting it:

“Hey! Buddy! Buddy!”

Shen Bei turned to look at the Military and grinned.

“Holy crap!”

The Military rubbed his eyes, an incredulous expression on his face: “You, you—you woke up from the dream?”

Shen Bei nodded casually: “Not just me, others will also wake up successively.”

No sooner had he spoken.

Fu Jian hissed, rubbing his temples, groggily coming to.

Then, other Military, like frogs awakened by spring, gradually got up.

However, some were not in good shape, likely due to excessive mental shock; they woke up and immediately bent over, vomiting.

But there was no food in their stomachs, so they only threw up acidic bile.

Some managed to stand but then fell to the ground.

“You, you brought them all out?” The Military outside widened his eyes.

Shen Bei shrugged: “A piece of cake.”

“Holy crap!”

The Military gave a thumbs-up, his face filled with admiration and awe, and suddenly jumped up, shouting, “I’ll go get General Yu Buxiu!”

At this moment, Fu Jian stumbled over to Shen Bei, his eyes filled with worship, apparently still remembering everything from the dream, and couldn’t help but say, “You, you’re f*cking awesome!”

“Flattery like that doesn’t work on me. How about something more substantial? You know what I mean,” Shen Bei said.

Fu Jian choked slightly, realizing Shen Bei’s old habit was acting up again.

However, that wasn’t the main concern; the main concern was Shen Bei!

Fu Jian was only now realizing that after they were infected by the dream, they were bound to be brainwashed, believing deep in their consciousness that they were members of Anxi Town.

In such a state, no one could realize they were dreaming.

But Shen Bei, on the other hand, was conscious.

This all indicated that Shen Bei’s mental resistance was explosively high!

“It seems your mental resistance is comparable to General’s,” Fu Jian muttered.

Upon hearing this, Shen Bei suddenly understood.

No wonder the Sichuan West Abyss side was waiting for General to arrive; it turned out General’s mental resistance was on par with his own.

This must be General’s territory, right?

Shen Bei couldn’t help but feel a bit of admiration for the never-before-seen General.

One must know that he achieved immunity to mental intrusion by cheating, while General purely Cultivated it himself, or perhaps his Fifth Dimension Attribute was particularly outstanding.

There are always greater people and greater things; it’s truly not false.

Not every Martial God who crosses the Ninth Realm is one of the Ten Heavenly Kings.

A Martial God who can be titled one of the Ten Heavenly Kings truly needs to have some impressive skills.

Just then.

Yu Buxiu led a large group of Military into the room.

The two groups faced each other across the glass protective barrier.

Yu Buxiu looked at the awakened crowd, slowly opened his mouth, his jaw almost dropping to the floor.

His eyes welled up with immense joy: “They really woke up! Someone, open the door, let them out. Tell the kitchen, good food, quick!”

A group of Military rushed inside the glass enclosure, helping out the still-weak Military.

However, there was also a regrettable matter: thirteen of the Military had not woken up, and their bodies were already beginning to stiffen.

Fu Jian was reporting the intelligence to Yu Buxiu on one side.

A recorder was also quickly taking notes.

Shen Bei had nothing to do with this; he believed Fu Jian could handle it.

Shen Bei then wandered around the Xirang camp.

Fearing that this “contaminated dream” would spread like a plague, the Sichuan West Abyss had been closed; apart from patrolling Military, no social Martial Artists were seen entering or exiting.

It was empty.

When someone came running to call him, Shen Bei returned to the cafeteria.

“Sit next to me.”

Yu Buxiu gestured for Shen Bei to take a seat.

Shen Bei was not at all modest, adopting a generous posture.

“Fu Jian has already reported to me.”

Yu Buxiu’s tone carried a hint of surprise: “Originally, I wanted to blame you for your recklessness, but now that a bad thing has turned into a good thing, I won’t say more. I toast you.”

“I just wanted to experience the methods of a Great Cultivator.”

Shen Bei downed his drink in one gulp and continued, “Unintended actions often lead to unexpected success.”

Yu Buxiu laughed heartily: “So, what insights did you gain?”

“Strong!”

Shen Bei’s expression was serious: “Extremely strong! Sun Wu, that Seventh Rank Martial Artist, actually fought me to a standstill. This is not his strength. It must be a method left behind by the Great Cultivator.”

Yu Buxiu rubbed his nose: “According to the news from above, you seem to have touched upon the Realm beyond Martial God?”

“That statement isn’t precise,”

Shen Bei corrected: “It’s ‘known,’ not ‘touched upon’.”

“This is the expectation of the higher-ups for you.”

“I’m flattered.”

Yu Buxiu patted Shen Bei’s shoulder: “The younger generation surpasses the older; the future burden will be on you.”

“Putting pressure on me, are you?” Shen Bei teased: “I have no great ambitions.”

“I just love your lying attitude. Come, drink!”

Military drinking… none of them could hold their liquor.

Other Military also came to this table, taking turns to toast Shen Bei.

Thanking Shen Bei for saving their lives.

Shen Bei drank until he was completely disoriented and incoherent.

He simply collapsed under the table, unconscious.

…

The next day.

Shen Bei opened his eyes and had already been moved out of the Sichuan West Abyss, waking up in a Military room on the surface.

Then.

The daily settlement panel information popped up in the corner of his eye…