Beast Taming: the More the Better - Chapter 942 - 395: Double Dream World? Virtual Reality!_3

Su Ping shielded Feifei’s chatter on this matter.

He continued to look at Meng Huangliang.

At this moment, Meng Huangliang, who had just finished mixing the mud, was sitting on the ground, looking at the sky and everything around him in confusion.

While watching, he muttered to himself in bewilderment:

“Is this real? Can one freely enter and exit the real Dream World? But how can this be? How can one keep delving deeper into dreams? A second dream layer?

However, even I… It’s impossible, how can anyone possess such a power… This is fake! Has the Cunning Eagle devised some new illusion technique?”

Su Ping frowned, watching Meng Huangliang muttering to himself, helplessly shaking his head.

As long as the preconceived notions remain, everything else is meaningless.

He sighed.

Not just for this legendary spy, but for himself as well.

It was evident that obtaining the Breeding Method about Entering Dreams from him would be very difficult.

Su Ping lay back on the bed, recalling the conversation he had with Elder Feng that afternoon.

Among the topics discussed was this matter of Entering Dreams.

“Dream Butterfly…”

Su Ping’s eyes narrowed slightly. He thought for a moment and sent a message to Long’er:

“Sister Long, bring me a Dream Butterfly tomorrow to take a look.”

“Sure.”

The Entering Dreams skill is bred from the Dream Butterfly.

What Su Ping needs to do is not only to thoroughly understand and develop the Entering Dreams skill.

He also needs to find a way to breed such a skill onto Feifei.

The difficulty is undeniably high.

But still, it’s very challenging.

A few simple interactions, and today’s conversation with Elder Feng, made Su Ping realize the enormous potential for breeding regarding dreams within Spiritual Pet Beast.

If he could truly breed the abilities of dream demons like Freddy from his previous life, Feifei would become one of the most terrifying and elusive Pet Beasts.

As he mused, he watched the ’live broadcast’ of this legendary spy.

When he saw the veteran finally start to challenge the dungeon, Su Ping sighed in relief.

Entering the normal game phase is good.

Even if the distinction between reality and virtual is blurred, it’s still nice to enjoy the game’s fun.

However, Meng Huangliang did not choose Beastmaster or Breeding Pet Beast but picked up a dagger, choosing the profession of assassin within the Heart of Dreams.

The guy’s skills are indeed impressive.

Relying on his profession, even seeing the boss during the early stages of the newbie quest challenge was tough.

Yet, he managed to cut down quite a few monsters and reached the final boss.

But that was as far as he went.

Meng Huangliang’s exploration of Novice Village was very limited.

After changing professions and taking on tasks, he charged straight ahead.

He had neither professional skills nor basic equipment, only a starting costume to hide his body. How could he defeat the boss like that?

Yet, when he was slain, he showed no signs of frustration but rather a smile.

Watching that smile, Su Ping understood something.

If it were true death, for him, the death of a legendary spy without revealing his information was honorable, to be remembered by many.

If it were false death, it would precisely indicate that this world is an illusion, it’s virtual.

Su Ping helplessly shook his head, watching the live stream fade to black, and sighed.

In Heart of Dreams, death means re-entering the game the next day, it’s the rule, clearly marking the end of Meng Huangliang’s livestream.

Then he closed his eyes and entered meditation.

However, at this moment, unbeknownst to Su Ping.

At the Fountain of Life Sanatorium.

Meng Huangliang dazedly opened his eyes, took off the Heart of Dreams helmet, and looked at everything around him,

still so familiar.

But slightly different.

“My spiritual power? Why has it increased? How is this possible?”

Bloodshot eyes glimmered in Meng Huangliang’s eyes. His spiritual power had long been sealed, yet now it had increased by an insignificant trace.

But even this trace left him puzzled again:

“Is it an illusion? Is everything fake? Or is it? Could that really be the second dream layer? Or is this reality?

No, no, it can’t be, it can’t be!”

Finally, after an unknown amount of time, Meng Huangliang quieted down again. He looked at his hands, recalling that youngster who came during the day for the first time in many years.

And this helmet in his hand.

“Heart… of… Dreams?”