573: Tang Xiaomao: Didn't we agree to ascend to the Immortal Realm? Why am I back here?

"Uh... didn't we agree to ascend to the immortal realm? Why am I back?"

Looking at the familiar bedroom scene, Tang Xiao Mao was dumbfounded.

He then turned his head to look at the calendar on the wall, and became even more bewildered.

Because it hadn't been six years at all; it was only one night.

"So... I just had a dream? I actually had a six-year-long dream?

Damn, the most bizarre thing is that I remember everything in the dream with crystal clarity.

From the initial monster grinding and leveling up, to the final wandering through the pugilistic world.

These things felt as if I had experienced them firsthand. You're telling me this was just a dream?

Oh, right, I even made several friends in the dream..."

Tang Xiao Mao was completely speechless.

He still clearly remembered the first person he met after his 'transmigration,' who later became his closest friend, Zhang Yi.

The two, using the IDs 'Xiao Mao Tang' and 'Immortal Venerable Zhang,' had quite a good time for a few years.

Fine wine, beautiful women, galloping through the pugilistic world.

Thinking about it now, Tang Xiao Mao felt that those days were truly amazing.

Moreover, although he and Zhang Yi weren't top masters in the pugilistic world, they were considered first-rate experts.

Internal energy and Qinggong, these things that originally only existed in fantasy, they truly mastered.

That feeling was truly exhilarating.

But... now he's told it was all a dream? This dream was too real, wasn't it?

Tang Xiao Mao murmured:

"Damn it, if I had known this, why would I have gone to the Heavenly Realm?

Speaking of which, that Sword Opens the Heavenly Gate was too abrupt. Turns out I was just dreaming.

It's a pity about those six years. How could I have such a logically perfect dream? It's truly astonishing.

Oh, right, I can totally write this dream into a novel, and it's sure to become popular then!"

Thinking of this, Tang Xiao Mao became a little excited.

If he were still in the dream, he wouldn't need to consider these things.

In the dream, people don't get hungry or die, so money isn't needed at all when traveling the pugilistic world.

Tang Xiao Mao now realized that the 'not hungry, not dying' rule seemed truly absurd.

This also indirectly suggested that it might really have just been a dream; otherwise, these things couldn't be explained.

And now that he was back in the real world, he had to consider daily necessities.

Tang Xiao Mao felt that if he could write that dream into a web novel, given the realistic experience he had, it might just become popular.

He acted on the thought immediately. Tang Xiao Mao didn't even bother to wash his face; he opened his computer, which he usually used for games, and quickly created a document.

He felt a burst of inspiration in his mind, named his novel 'Hero's Journey,' and was about to start writing the main text when his phone suddenly rang.

Tang Xiao Mao had to pause, picked up his phone, and saw it was an unfamiliar number.

Tang Xiao Mao was always too lazy to answer unknown numbers, so he pressed silent, intending to let it ring until the caller gave up.

He thought the small interruption was over, but just as he was about to start typing, his phone rang again.

He glanced at it and saw it was the same number from before.

Since it had rung twice consecutively, Tang Xiao Mao thought it might be something important and finally chose to answer.

However, the voice that came from the other end directly startled him.

"Brother Xiao Mao, is that you? Damn, this number actually exists. I thought it was my imagination.

Brother Xiao Mao, it's me, Immortal Venerable Zhang! Have you forgotten about our travels in the pugilistic world?"

"Damn it! Old Zhang, are you really alive? I... you actually exist?

Did you also have a six-year dream like me? Holy crap! Old Zhang, how did you get my phone number?"

Tang Xiao Mao finally came to his senses, completely shocked.

After a while, he remembered to ask that last question.

Zhang Yi on the other end chuckled and said:

"Hehe, Brother Xiao Mao, you told me yourself once when you were drunk.

You also talked about breaking up several times, and how you cried terribly when you were dumped by a 180-jin girl. Of course, I had to remember all those embarrassing stories!"

Tang Xiao Mao immediately bristled:

"You're spouting nonsense, kid! How could I have ever talked about breaking up, and there's no way there was a 180-jin girl..."

"Ahem, Brother Xiao Mao, don't get agitated. Whether the girl was 180-jin or not isn't important anymore.

The most important thing now is to figure out what exactly happened to us.

By the way, have you tested it? The kung fu and sword techniques we learned in the dream are still there! I remember the legacy of the Huixin Sword Sect!"

Hearing Zhang Yi say this, Tang Xiao Mao froze.

Because as soon as he woke up, he was thinking about writing a popular novel, making a lot of money, and living it up, so he hadn't thought about testing whether he still had kung fu.

Now, hearing Zhang Yi, he immediately tested it.

Upon trying, Tang Xiao Mao's face showed a mixed expression of joy and worry.

The joy, of course, was that his internal energy was still there, but the worry was that only a tiny bit of internal energy remained, almost negligible compared to the vast internal energy he had cultivated over six years.

He quickly asked the person on the other end:

"Old Zhang, what's going on? I only have a tiny bit of internal energy left."

Zhang Yi quickly replied:

"Sigh, don't even mention it, I only have a tiny bit too. But having even a little bit is actually a good thing.

Through this, I think what we experienced in the dream might not all be fake. At least the internal energy and sword techniques we learned are real, it's just that the accumulation is gone... Also, Brother Xiao Mao, I suspect there are quite a few people who have had the same experience as us.

Do you remember? In the game world of the dream, there were hundreds of thousands of transmigrators, and even our Beginner Village Jinyang Village had about a thousand people."

"Hiss, yeah, if you're real, then the other players are probably real too.

This is getting interesting. So many people in the real world have gained internal energy. What exactly is happening?"

Tang Xiao Mao was completely baffled.

Zhang Yi on the other end was clearly not doing much better and said:

"Brother Xiao Mao, we can't explain it over the phone. Let's meet offline. Tell me your address, and I'll come find you.

You only gave me a number back then. Luckily, I have a good memory, or I wouldn't have been able to contact you."

"Alright, I'm at Lin Yi Street on Xiyang Road... Call me when you get here."

Tang Xiao Mao quickly gave his address. As for why he only mentioned a small place name, it was because he had already seen from the caller ID that Zhang Yi and he were both from Hong City.

And thinking about meeting his old friend, with whom he had traveled for six years in the dream world, Tang Xiao Mao also felt a bit excited.

Although they had only just parted ways, that was in the game world.

Meeting in the real world this time naturally felt very different.