The Great Dream God

Chapter 232: Scorching Rain

Meng Jin's eyes were filled with confusion and grief, because he could not understand why the Princess Ziyang, who had been intimate with him and smiled sweetly, would suddenly turn around and set a trap to push him into the abyss of death. This sudden betrayal was like a bolt of lightning, tearing apart his beautiful perception of the past and leaving him in a mess.

He traveled through the maze of dreams, trying to piece together the truth from those fragmented memories. Every scene, every conversation, could hide crucial clues. He saw them dancing together in the flowery courtyard, the secret vows they exchanged in the silent night, and the eyes of Princess Ziyang, which were once full of tenderness, now flashing with an unknown cold light.

Meng Jin's heart was filled with questions. What kind of incident had caused this deep friendship to become so cold and ruthless? Was it a misunderstanding, a betrayal, or a complex conspiracy hidden behind it? He clenched his fists, determined not to miss any details, and must find the answer to this mystery, reveal the true intentions of Princess Ziyang, and clear himself of the injustice.

In this dream world of interweaving reality and illusion, Meng Jin is like a lonely detective, persistently pursuing the truth, with every heartbeat accompanied by memories of the past and worries about the future. He knows that only by going deep into the dream can he uncover the mysterious veil shrouding Princess Ziyang and find the root cause of her betrayal.

Mengjin stood in Wei Yanren's deep dream, an exquisite attic that seemed to float above the clouds. Wei Yanren, his body trembling, kneeling on the ground, his former pride and dignity had been buried, replaced by resentment and unwillingness. He looked up at Princess Ziyang standing by the attic railing, her figure looked so proud and mysterious in the moonlight.

"Princess," Wei Yanren's voice was hoarse and firm, and every word seemed to be tempered from the raging fire in his heart. "I, Wei Yanren, swear here today that I am willing to become your slave, just to seek a chance to become stronger. Please, give me strength, so that I have the opportunity to change this tragic fate. I swear that once I get what I want, my life, Wei Yanren, will belong to you, and you will be at my command without any second thoughts! This body trampled by the world, this rotten life laughed at by others, from now on, all belong to you!"

His oath was like a violent storm, violently impacting the tranquility of the attic, and every word was filled with his anger at the current situation and his desire for the future. Wei Yanren's hatred, like a burning flame, illuminated the path he was determined to change, and also reflected his deep awe and endless expectations for Princess Ziyang.

Princess Ziyang, the noble woman known for her wisdom and justice, turned around slowly upon hearing this. Her eyes were as deep as autumn water, staring at Wei Yanren who was crawling on the ground. The sunlight shone through the window, casting a faint light and shadow on her purple dress, as if at this moment, the whole world had stopped, just to listen to her judgment.

"Wei Yanren," she opened her red lips slightly, her voice carrying unquestionable majesty yet gentleness, "Do you know that opportunities in life are often like shooting stars across the night sky, short and brilliant. Today, I am willing to give you such a shooting star, a moment to change your destiny." Her words were like a spring breeze blowing across the lake, stirring up layers of ripples, making it impossible to ignore the power contained therein.

“Stand up. No need to kneel anymore. Your past, no matter whether it was glorious or tainted, is no longer important at this moment. What’s important is whether you can seize this opportunity I give you and whether you can prove your worth and determination with your actions.” Princess Ziyang’s eyes were gleaming with expectation, which was a recognition of potential and an expectation for rebirth.

"It is not easy to rise to fame and fortune. It requires courage, wisdom and, more importantly, perseverance. If you can demonstrate these qualities in this opportunity, then your life will usher in a new chapter and your name will be remembered by history." Her voice was firm and deep, and every word struck Wei Yanren's heart, making him feel unprecedented encouragement and challenge.

At this moment, Wei Yanren's heart was filled with mixed emotions. He knew that this was not just an opportunity, but also a test, a comprehensive review of his past, present and future. He raised his head, his eyes flashing with determination, ready to meet this challenge that could change his life.

Wei Yanren raised his confused eyes and looked directly at the adult in front of him, with a hint of earnestness in his tone: "Please tell me, sir! As long as you can give me this opportunity, I am willing to repay you with my lifelong gratitude!" Princess Ziyang, with a pair of eyes as deep as the night, flashed with a decisive light, and responded: "You must follow the steps of Qingniao and Mengjin. When the critical moment comes, you must stand on the side of Qingniao without hesitation. No matter what task she assigns you, you must go all out to ensure that everything goes smoothly."

Upon hearing this, Wei Yanren nodded without hesitation, as if he had already made a solemn vow. However, Princess Ziyang seemed to realize that he had not yet fully understood the seriousness of the matter, so she emphasized again: "Your mission is to help Qingniao achieve her goal! This is your top priority! Her goal is to get rid of Mengjin, even if it costs a huge price!" After a brief silence, Wei Yanren's face showed a firm look, he nodded again, and his voice was sonorous and powerful: "I understand, and I will do my best!"

Meng Jin slowly closed his eyes and broke free from the painful dream. His face was as pale as paper.

He covered his abdomen with both hands, where there was a wound deep enough to see the bone and blood was gushing out.

Invisible energy condensed into tough needles and threads on his fingers, just like a deft embroiderer threading a needle in the dark, stitching up the wound inch by inch. Every movement involved intense pain, but he clenched his teeth and did not utter a single groan.

The candle of life flickered in the wind, and he could feel his vitality fading away bit by bit like the sand in an hourglass. The thought of revenge flashed through his mind, but was instantly overwhelmed by the instinct of survival. At this moment, what he needed most was not to vent his hatred, but to find a way to prolong his life. He had to replenish his energy as soon as possible, otherwise, his life would be extinguished, just like his favorite noodles, which would never appear in his world again.

With his body shaking, Meng Jin staggered across the endless yellow sand, as if he was fighting against death with every step.

Finally, he stepped into the tropical rain forest of Tiannan, an unknown place full of vitality but also full of dangers. The road ahead is unclear, just like his fate at the moment, but no matter what, he must move forward firmly, towards the unknown future, with tenacious perseverance and belief in survival.