558 Addicted to Studying (2/2)

When a dream weaver became extremely sleepy and exhausted, he could no longer control his dream, and the Symphony of Predestination would run by itself and turn into reality; it pulled the dreams into the real world.

Yet, in the dreams of Ye Qingxuan, there was no longer the silent world and the Ultimate. Instead, he dreamed of the stuff those old men taught him.

What one thinks of in the day would become his dream at night. But the old men found themselves helpless when their room turned into an endless sea where fleets fought against each other, aether stoves puffing smoke onto their faces.

In the chaos, the bell for war rang. After a hasty inspection by a bunch of musicians, they found the source of the problem. With no way to handle it, the old men had to let it be. They could not keep him from falling asleep. It would be okay as long as they could make up for the lost teaching time when he woke up. So, Ye Qingxuan was fast asleep, letting his dreams run wild in the real world. No one knew when he would wake up.

Maybe it was the way it should be for him?

Those old men were men of the world themselves. Sitting in the center of the battlefield in Ye Qingxuan's dream, they were not afraid at all. They were watching the dream with full interest, guessing how well Ye Qingxuan could replay this legendary war in his dream.

”It was so frighteningly perfect.” One old man in a wheelchair heaved a sigh.

”Every detail is perfect.” The old men pointed at the heavily armored knight and commented, ”The conditions of the knights' saddles are even made different. His dream is so real! He is really the Hand of God to have made such a massive illusion.

”He also has learned the battle tactics well. He's really good to have learned so much in just a few weeks.”

”That's not what I mean.” The old man in the wheelchair shook his head and said, ”It is trivial how real and detailed the dream is. I've noticed something else…”

Shi Dong thought for a moment and said, ”You mean him?”

”Yes,” said the old man. ”Everyone put themselves in their own dream, right? All dreams are based on this and then can they be expanded upon. Without the dreamer, the dream means nothing, and it does not exist at all. I tried to find his subconsciousness in his dream but my effort has been in vain.” Then the old man paused. Pointing at the army on both sides, he said, ”I cannot find him. Where is he?”

All old men looked around but no one found Ye Qingxuan in the dream. Everyone looked at each other and fell into silence. The battlefield was chaotic, but they were sure Ye Qingxuan was not there in the dream. The young man had become an outsider, like the old men. Even the observers outside his dream couldn't detect his subconsciousness.

”He is always on guard. It's as if he is always ready to fight his enemies. There are even no flaws in his dream! This is really incredible.”

The old man in the wheelchair said, ”I've never seen anyone as alert as he is. But why is he under such huge pressure?”

”Don't worry.” Shi Dong shook his head and said, ”Actually, our Grand Inquisitor seems to hide everything about him from us. He is always there, it's just that you cannot see him.”

Then he raised his hand and pointed above. In the silence, all old men raised their stiff heads. Above the huge battlefield floated the smoke caused by the fierce fight between the Iron Flow Army and the powered armored cavaliers. Blood spills everywhere and evaporated into the air, like the soul of a dead man flying up. Over the empty and quiet sky, behind the smoke and the blue of the sky, there was a pair of eyes looking down from far away.

…

Under the pair of eyes, the battle went on like a machine, where numerous gears engaged with each other in perfect condition according to some pre-set laws, which had determined the end of the battle since the very beginning.

Finally, everything ended.

Ye Qingxuan opened his eyes. After a long nap, he was still tired. He lowered his head. Seeing the blank schedule, he frowned and asked, ”All classes were finished?”

Looking at each other, the old men had not yet recovered from the shock inflicted upon them by the dream. In the silence, Shi Dong coughed to hide the embarrassment and said, ”You finished all courses in three weeks, which were expected to last two months. We have to say we underestimated your talent. It would take at least two years for an ordinary man.”

In the corner, there was only one old man who was not satisfied. He murmured, ”Your fighting skills are still lame.”

”It's nothing. Everyone has his weakness.” Shi Dong waved his hand to stop him talking. He said with a smile, ”We can begin our classes of the next phase now.”

”That's enough, Shi Dong. Get these boring things away.” Ye Qingxuan shook his head and got up from his chair for the first time in three weeks. ”It has cost me three weeks of my time now. I've learned enough to handle things. I don't want to see these things anymore.”

”What if you come across some problem in the future?” Shi Dong asked.

Turning his head to Shi Dong, Ye Qingxuan said, ”That is supposed to be your business, not mine. I cannot take care of everything.”

Shi Dong sighed. ”As you can see, sir, we are all old.”

Stepping toward the gate, Ye Qingxuan didn't turn his head at all. He waved his hand casually and said, ”Don't worry. I'll squeeze out all the juice of yours before you die.”

Shi Dong was a little struck by surprise. He showed an expression full of self-mockery and said, ”Our great honor, sir.”

Bang! The gate was closed.