Chapter 83 Her Dream

This was not much different from what Wang Jixuan had thought.

The pent-up emotions in Ling Tong’s brain were ignited.

The young king insect’s target had always been Ling Tong. The previous sporadic attacks on the mine by small groups of blade beasts were to continuously strengthen this mass of gloomy energy.

Once this pent-up energy reaches a certain level, it can be remotely detonated by the young queen insect, achieving the effect of shattering Ling Tong’s soul.

However, a variable has emerged.

Ling Tong encountered a massage therapist, who helped her continuously weaken the stagnant energy. As a result, today, the Young King Worm’s remote mental attack, which detonated the stagnant energy, failed to shatter Ling Tong’s soul.

This is how Ling Tong was able to survive.

Even so, Ling Tong’s current condition is still extremely dangerous.

If the primordial spirit weakens and the five internal organs become malfunctioning, the body will die if the primordial spirit is further damaged.

Wang Jixuan laid her flat on the bed, quickly took off his cumbersome law enforcement uniform, removed the spear from his back, twisted off the tip, and carefully approached Ling Tong. He then gently pressed his fingers against her temples a few times to puncture and draw blood.

Ling Tong’s robotic arm reacted on its own, and Wang Jixuan immediately shouted, “Sister Wan! Stop the robotic arm from working!”

Before he finished speaking, the robotic arm slowly lowered, entering standby mode for receiving treatment.

Wang Jixuan moved to the head of the bed, assumed a horse stance, and raised his hands together with sword fingers, quickly drawing two intricate talismans and placing them on Ling Tong’s temples.

Her body tensed and arched upwards, she kept groaning softly, and beads of cold sweat appeared on her forehead and cheeks.

The crimson dot between Master Wang’s eyebrows kept flashing.

Before long, Wang Jixuan was soaked in sweat, and the spiritual energy in the air surged in and was constantly being consumed.

Ling Tong is not a cultivator; her soul is merely that of a mortal. Wang Jixuan must be extremely careful to open her semi-closed Niwan Palace, find her soul, and bestow upon her the power of her soul.

This is like carving a masterpiece on thin ice.

But if this can be accomplished, it will not only heal her wounds, but also grant her soul power that surpasses that of ordinary mortals.

Ling Tong gradually relaxed and lay flat on her back. A light green light shimmered from the tiny gaps in the mechanical arm.

This indicates that her physical condition is beginning to improve.

The most crucial part is what follows.

Search for her soul!

“The Yellow Court contains the Great Dao, the Niwan (Mud Pill) governs the divine, and where the Heavenly Souls gather, I will return to my original path.”

Wang Jixuan took a deep breath and slowly closed his eyes.

The next moment, he felt as if he were in a mirror-like lake.

The lake’s edge is half sandy beach and half hills, smooth as a mirror, reflecting the azure sky. Right in the middle of the lake, a candle flickers.

Wang Jixuan’s illusory figure slowly ‘approached,’ constantly calling out the name ‘Ling Tong,’ and the candlelight seemed to respond as well.

Suddenly, Wang Jixuan felt weightless. The surface of the Mirror Lake beneath his feet shattered. He and the candle flame fell together and then came to a stop. Around him were fragments like glass screens, on which images appeared.

These are Ling Tong’s memories.

Wang Jixuan didn’t intend to pry into Ling Tong’s privacy, but he had to keep searching to find the location of that candlelight.

Fighting, fighting, training, fighting, undergoing mechanical modification, fighting…

Most of the fragmented memories are of these kinds of content.

Equipped with various gear, she is active on the front lines of the battle against the Blade Beasts, carrying out mission after mission and slaying one Blade Beast after another. Her constantly bouncing ponytail seems to be the only expression of her emotions.

The video also shows some scenes of people resting.

She would lie on the sofa or bed and fall asleep quietly. These scenes were usually very brief, which also showed that she did not suffer from insomnia on weekdays.

Where is the candlelight?

Wang Jixuan searched around and a few fragments shrouded in black mist caught his attention.

He initially thought it was lingering resentment, but upon closer inspection, he realized it was a darker part of Ling Tong’s memory.

At the age of eight, after participating in the Battle Maiden selection, she sat on the plane on her way home and witnessed the fall of the fortress where she used to live.

Countless blade beasts surged into the fortress from the ground, and figures kept running out of the fortress. Most of these figures were killed and devoured by the blade beasts.

This is her nightmare.

At the age of twelve, in the Battle Maiden Training Camp, she was grouped with more than a dozen girls and was bullied by a group of girls.

She smashed the glass in the dormitory bathroom, grabbed a long strip of glass, and fought with them, cutting her own hand without uttering a sound.

He was almost expelled from the training camp.

At sixteen, she officially joined the battle as a candidate combat girl.

She needs to pass various assessments before she can undergo initial transformation, but despite ranking first in all categories, her applications have been rejected twelve times in a row, with the reason being always the same: “Her fighting spirit is too strong and she is prone to self-destruction.”

I almost lost my mind.

Seventeen years old, the first year after undergoing initial reconstructive surgery.

During her battle with the Blade Beast while piloting a regular mech, her overly aggressive combat strategy resulted in severe damage to her own mech.

I was scolded by the instructor and felt depressed for a long time.

Eighteen years old, first murder.

The mission’s objective was to execute several low-level psionicists who had defected from the psionic capital, and she executed the mission perfectly.

After completing the mission, the image of a female psychic’s dying eyes would always flash before her eyes.

That look in his eyes was complex, carrying a mixture of pleading, despair, helplessness, and relief.

Her feelings were also complicated.

Wang Jixuan looked at it all the way through. At first, he only glanced at it a few times, but gradually he looked at it more and more carefully.

‘This is beneficial for me to refine my mind amidst the mortal world.’

Just then, Wang Jixuan noticed the candle flame, which was resting in a fragment where light and shadow mingled.

For Ling Tong at this moment, it was actually equivalent to a light sleep, a light sleep in which he was somewhat weak and could faint at any time.

She was immersed in the dream constructed from these fragments.

The fragment is divided into two halves: Wang Zheng on the left and Mu Liang on the right. These are two different dreams.

Wang Jixuan, who had been watching the drama unfold, was filled with questions as he found himself caught in the crossfire.

…

The image on the left has a slightly dark quality.

Wang Zheng, who was forging iron, heard footsteps behind him, turned around, took two steps back, and showed a somewhat flustered expression, holding the hammer horizontally in front of his pectoral muscles.

“Put it down,” she said somewhat domineeringly.

【Wang Zheng】 put down the hammer, looked down at the side, and revealed a shy expression.

She took two slow steps and stood in front of Wang Zheng, lifting his chin with her slender fingers.

She calmly replied, “Good job, you’ve worked hard. As a reward, you’ll have dinner with me later.”

【Wang Zheng】 replied shyly, “Yes, sir.”

The scene on the left continues to unfold, the dream continues.

…

The scene on the right, however, is quite sunny.

At the 【Third Anniversary of Humanity’s Victory】 celebration party, on the second-floor balcony of a fairytale castle, Ling Tong, dressed in a wedding-style short skirt, was smiling as she gazed at the impeccably dressed 【Mu Liang】 before her.

‘Are you leaving?’ she asked.

【Mu Liang】 nodded with a smile, gazing tenderly at her, and said in a deep voice, “There are other worlds suffering from the invasion of Blade Beasts waiting for me to save! Thank you for being with me through these difficult times! Together we defeated the ultimate Emperor-level Blade Beast!”

She smiled gently, her eyes filled with reluctance, and raised the robotic arm equipped with bionic skin to give a military salute.

【Mu Liang】 returned the salute with a smile, and a beam of light shone down from the sky, revealing a dark cloud.

【Mu Liang】 opened his arms and said gently, ‘Would you like to come with me to explore the universe? I can take my partner with me; it’s a convention of interstellar civilizations.’

‘Uh-huh.’

She gently shook her head:

‘The war is over, but the revival of human civilization is not. Psionicists may still pose a threat to humanity. I need to stay and keep them in check, and rebuild our home with my own hands.’

Goodbye, my love.

【Mu Liang】’s body was drawn by the beam of light, slowly rising, and then disappeared in a flash.

She took two steps forward, her mechanical arm extending, but only grasped at thin air. Then, looking dejected, she lowered her head, gently stroking her lower abdomen, and softly said:

“Don’t be afraid, Mom will take care of you. Dad has just returned to the M8848 galactic cloud. We must continue to fight for the future of humanity.”

A powerful string melody resounded outside the castle, and a sweet smile appeared on Ling Tong’s lips.

…

Upon seeing this, Wang Jixuan’s forehead was covered in black lines.

Putting aside the ridiculous parts of the dream, most dreams are absurd, a kind of imagination based on memory;

Just take Ling Tong’s sentiments for granted!

She really… even in her dreams she wanted to defeat the Blade Beasts, rebuild human civilization, and give up love to stay and contribute to humanity.

How noble!

Love knows no bounds!

However, in the left-hand view, things have started to get physical… Why is 【Wang Zheng】 acting so delicate and coy, constantly trying to back away, and even getting pinned down? This is ridiculous!

There should be limits to dreaming, please!

Boundless Heavenly Venerable!

If such a thing were to happen, would I, this humble Taoist, be so passive? I would certainly retaliate!

Cough, stay calm.

Wang Jixuan focused his mind and concentrated on his task. The illusory figure cautiously approached the candle flame and then began to transfer the power of his soul.

He extracted this spiritual power from the human souls corrupted by demonic energy, filtered out the impurities, and returned them to their origin. He himself bore the backlash from those souls’ distracting thoughts, sending the gentlest power into this candle flame.

The candle flame quickly shrank to the size of a fist.

Ling Tong was immersed in two dreams, and at this moment she felt a longing and hope for the future. The process of absorbing the power of these souls went very smoothly.

In a short while, the candlelight shrank to the size of a basketball.

This was the limit that Ling Tong’s soul could withstand, and external forces could no longer provide much assistance.

Wang Jixuan slowly opened his eyes, removed his sword finger from her temple, and sealed the tiny wound on her temple.

As his mind relaxed slightly, Wang Jixuan’s internal energy suddenly stopped flowing. His whole body was soaked in sweat, and his lips turned pale.

It was too late to leave the house.

Wang Jixuan found a chair nearby, sat cross-legged, and rapidly tapped his body with his sword fingers. The red line between his eyebrows began to fade, but he heard miserable screams in his ears.

A hundred ghosts devouring the heart?

Tsk.

The Daoist Master’s Daoist heart is as firm as a rock; how dare these insignificant demons act so presumptuously!

…

Ling Tong let out a soft hum and opened her eyes from her unconscious state.

Her head, which had been aching for the past few months, felt incredibly relaxed. Not only was her head clear and her vision improved, but her hearing and eyesight also became noticeably better, and her breathing became much easier.

what happened?

Ling Tong looked down at her combat suit. The armor on her legs and waist was still on, and her ponytail was still tied up as before.

Recalling the two dreams she had just had, a faint blush appeared on Ling Tong’s fair and radiant face, but she quickly regained her usual cool and composed demeanor.

It’s just a dream;

I haven’t dreamt in a long time.

A faint breathing sound came from the side.

Ling Tong turned her head and saw Wang Jixuan sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed beside her.

Wisps of visible black energy swirled around Wang Jixuan, constantly surging before being driven away and evaporated by wisps of cyan light.

At this moment, Wang Jixuan exuded a sense of weakness from the inside out.

What’s wrong with him?

Ling Tong gently rolled out of bed, turned on the scanner on the robotic arm to check Wang Jixuan’s body for injuries and normal organ function, and then tiptoed out of the room.

The supply station is bustling with activity now, as Zheng Shiduo has brought Wan Xiaoqi back.

A few minutes later, Ling Tong, who had changed into a nightgown, returned to the room, leaned against the door, and tilted her head to watch Wang Jixuan’s figure.

The embellished stories of the crowd echoed in her ears.

Just now…

Zheng Shiduo exclaimed excitedly, “Oh my god! You really didn’t see it, Ling Tong! As soon as Wang Zheng heard you were unconscious, he rushed back without saying a word! He even encountered four roadblocks on the way! Guess what? Wang Zheng roared, ‘Burn! My little heart!’ and went into overdrive! One move, just one move! I don’t even know how he did it, he wiped out three C-level psionicists in an instant… What was the price he paid? Ah, I really don’t know, but for us psionicists to go into overdrive, it’s usually a huge strain. Every time I use my ultimate move, the price is enormous, I’m in pain all over for half a month.”

Wan Xiaoqi patted the crumpled paper on his chest with lingering fear: “When I said that the commander had fainted, Wang Zheng, who was still dealing with the beast’s corpse, had a frightening look in his eyes, as if he wanted to devour the beast. His eyes were even bloodshot!”

Then there was the battle maiden, Red Serpent, who was filled with amazement: “How did he save you? When you came back, your organ index had already started to drop rapidly. This is the mental attack that we half-human mechs fear the most. I was almost about to contact the funeral committee for you. It’s simply unbelievable.”

And Zhou Zhengde’s reflection: “I think if I were injured, he would also risk his life to save me… probably.”

Ling Tong pursed her lips and opened her eyes, momentarily at a loss for words.

Wang Jixuan was still in a meditative state, and there was still a large amount of black energy around him.

Ling Tong’s gaze moved from Wang Jixuan’s lips to Wang Jixuan’s forehead, and then to the side.

She lowered her head, took a deep breath to calm herself down, carefully moved a chair to sit next to Wang Jixuan, turned on the projection screen on the left robotic arm, and began to work.

“I’ll fight for you once… two or three times… I’ll do anything for you…”

Ling Tong whispered.

Her most important task now is to retaliate against evil and hostile forces.