Otherworldly Desert Dust

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At the Mountain Camp, the rain continued to pour relentlessly.

These hosts didn’t hold much status in the camp and could only settle down temporarily in the horse stalls for rest.

Initially, being caught in the rain was a pleasurable experience, but without dry clothes and a comfortable stove, wearing such cold garments became a torture.

"I’ll go get some dry clothes," Wu Hen said as he noticed his three female classmates shivering from the cold, and then he left the horse stall.

"Be careful."

"Yes, we don’t have much ability now."

Wu Hen didn’t mind, as being adaptable was one of his strengths.

Soon, Wu Hen arrived at the cooking area where they made fire; he hadn’t eaten all of the smoked mutton earlier and had intentionally saved some.

He shared the smoked mutton with several workers in the kitchen camp and casually started a conversation with them.

"Why are you cooking so much today? There aren’t that many people in our camp, can we consume all this?" Wu Hen asked while chewing on the dried mutton and glancing at the huge stove in the tent.

"The experts from Bin Residence will be here tomorrow morning... Ah, it’s all because of Mrs. Zeng’s words that we had to trek to this godforsaken place to suffer. If we fail to catch the Dream Demon again, all of us will endure ten whippings!" a kitchen worker said helplessly.

"Ah, we are even more miserable. Lord Jiang sent us to find Sleeping Dream Cliff, that elusive mystical place. It’s so hard to locate; my friends and I almost didn’t make it back. Now, we are even punished to stay in this horse stall. I’m so cold I came here to warm myself at your fire," Wu Hen complained, aligning himself with the small fry.

"It seems not easy being a servant either, we workers only hope to train well and, like you, get a stable job. Seems like getting a job costs lives, chopping vegetables in the kitchen is still better!" the kitchen worker commented.

"We are all like cattle and horses under the big shots, trying to eke out a living, but end up doing life-threatening tasks... With our meager skills, how could we possibly catch a Dream Demon... Speaking of which, do you have any spare dry clothes? The rain is relentless, and my friends and I are nearly freezing to death," Wu Hen said.

While he was still speaking, the kitchen worker’s face visibly changed, staring at Wu Hen as if he were a spy!

Wu Hen was taken aback.

Why was he being looked at so strangely?

Had he said something wrong??

Which part was mistaken??

Wu Hen quickly replayed his previous statement, trying to identify any problematic descriptions.

Could it be related to the rain??

What was wrong with what he said about the rain?

"Hehehe, I’m just joking; how could the rain possibly stop," Wu Hen forced a smile and then nonchalantly slapped the other man’s shoulder.

The kitchen worker’s astonished expression gradually softened, replaced by a smile.

"I thought you were possessed by some evil, we do have dry clothes. If you don’t mind the smell of grease, take them for now; they end up as rags anyway," the worker said.

"Thanks, little brother. If I ever make it big, I’ll definitely look out for you. What would you like to become?" Wu Hen asked.

"Haha, if you really catch a Dream Demon, you could indeed make it big... If you become a housekeeper, or achieve True Qi External Release, then promoting me as your head chef would be enough!" the worker said cheerfully, showing a hint of simplicity.

True Qi External Release?

Wu Hen immediately caught on to this key piece of information.

True Martial Continent??

Is the Desolate Edge beyond the True Martial World?

True Qi External Release is a realm of the True Martial Civilization, and a watershed for True Martial Practitioners. At the beginning of their True Martial learning, most True Martial Artists can only operate their True Qi within their bodies in a manner similar to martial arts Inner Power.

Such a technique only allows one to reach the level of a Martial Arts Supreme Master, incapable of causing massive upheavals or performing feats like flying or tunneling through the earth.

But once True Qi is released externally, it’s like having a microcosm, progressing towards the realm of Cultivation Xuanwu, where one can contend with beings of the Immortal realm, also rivaling the shining civilizations of entities like the Holy Sect with explosive combat power.

"Speaking of which, there is indeed a True Martial Floating Land in Red Port; could it have fallen here by accident, or was it banished here?" Wu Hen began to ponder.

Clearly, the land he currently stood upon was an immensely vast continent. The True Martial Floating Land situated in Red Port was merely a small floating land, home only to a few True Martial Families.

"May I ask, do you know Du Mao," Wu Hen queried on the brink of departure, not resisting to inquire.

The kitchen worker shook his head, unfamiliar with the name.

Wu Hen felt a sense of regret.

He thought he had reached Du Mao’s homeland.

It seems the True Martial Civilization also has many continents, floating in different parts of the Otherworldly Dust. This rainy world might not even border the True Martial Continent that Du Mao described.

...

Back in the stable, Wu Hen handed out dry clothes to his classmates.

"It seems like we’ve wandered into the True Martial Continent. These people are all Cultivation Martial Artists," Wu Hen said.

"Are there True Martial Artists and demon beasts? Can we start leveling up by fighting monsters here?" Wang Rui asked.

"It’s not that easy. I feel like if we had misspoken earlier, we would have been whipped to death by Lord Jiang!" Yang Qin said irritably.

"Yes, I misspoke just now. Don’t mention anything about the rain; it might be different from the rain we know," Wu Hen said.

"Oh, got it!" They immediately nodded in understanding.

In the Otherworldly realm, different climates exist. Wang Rui had previously visited a place where it was windy from day to night, and the occasional "man-eating wind" was a deadly challenge for outsiders who didn’t know how to avoid it; one could easily die violently.

Now, it seemed the rain here was harmless.

But who could say for sure—extreme disasters might be triggered by the rain. The locals knew how to avoid losing their lives to these disasters; they weren’t so lucky.

"The combat power of people in the True Martial Continent is formidable; I guess a punch could break battleships, and they could withstand rockets with their chests. If a nuclear bomb were dropped, they’d be dancing on it!" Wang Rui said.

"Not all True Martial Artists could be that exaggerated, could they?" Tian Jia Bao said.

"They all practice martial arts, and it seems like it’s a vast world, with a population far surpassing our civilization, possibly reaching hundreds of billions. With hundreds of billions of people practicing martial arts, the True Martial Masters born among them would be like monsters. Dancing on a nuclear bomb isn’t just talk," Wu Hen said.

"What do we do then? We don’t want to be trampled again. We need to find a way to make Nuwa God End bypass this place," Luo Yuying said.

"How could we possibly bypass it? This world might be as big as our solar system... Speaking of which, the True Martial Continent isn’t too bad. What if we establish some kind of Martial Alliance faction, carve out a territory of our own, become lords, loot resources, skill up, upgrade our territory, recruit masters and train our own masters, and eventually rule a region, expanding and thriving!" Wang Rui was getting a little excited.

"Have you been reading too many fantasy novels? If we could level up just by fighting monsters, we wouldn’t evolve so painfully and face degrading attacks from time to time!"

"Yes, use your brains. We need to outmaneuver other brilliant civilizations. Angering the masters of this world, one slap could smash our entire homeland to pieces!"

Listening to his classmates’ words, Wu Hen felt reassured.

Although the True Martial World valued martial force, as Du Mao had mentioned to Wu Hen, the demon beasts of this world were terrifying. They couldn’t be dealt with by martial force alone. Furthermore, the hierarchy among True Martial Artists was strict, with significant distinctions between higher and lower statuses. A supreme Martial God was indistinguishable from a deity, worshipped by hundreds of millions, even billions of people, and these Martial Gods were anything but merciful. When they killed, the heavens and earth would turn blood-red.

"They want to capture the Ancient Dream Demon, don’t they? If we lead the way, won’t that bring us glory and riches... Heh, just kidding. I’m not an ungrateful Snake Catcher who would be struck by divine retribution!" Wang Rui said.

"Shh, someone’s coming," Wu Hen immediately signaled.

They all closed their mouths and vigilantly scanned their surroundings.

Soon, a woman in a straw coat approached; she brought a clean garment with her.

However, the straw-coated woman soon realized they had changed into dry clothes and looked somewhat surprised.

"Come talk inside my tent," the straw-coated woman said to Wu Hen.

"Okay," Wu Hen nodded.

Only then did Wu Hen take a good look at the straw-coated woman’s face.

Heh, she looked rather beautiful, albeit a bit cold, but Wu Hen was a vibrant person who could easily melt a little ice mountain.

Mother Nuwa had always treated Wu Hen generously, and this awakening was still consistent with the previous laws!

Upon waking, there must be a woman accompanying him!

Honestly, Wu Hen felt that Nuwa God End understood him best. The Ancient Dream Demon still lacked something.

Inside the straw-coated woman’s tent was a stove. Sitting in front of the stove and warming up, Wu Hen felt his body heat up as the flickering flames elongated and layered their shadows on the tent fabric.

"What are your plans moving forward?" the straw-coated woman asked.

"I haven’t decided," Wu Hen responded.

"You’ve always treated those around you with kindness, and this is actually a bad thing. Your father has protected you too well. Now that you’ve taken over Ya City from your father, everyone around you sees you as easy prey, yet you lack the ability to defend it..." the straw-coated woman said in an elder’s tone. @@novelbin@@

"I..." Wu Hen scratched his head.

"You and your friends, you’ve encountered the Dream Demon, right?" the straw-coated woman suddenly asked bluntly.

Wu Hen paused slightly, not understanding how the straw-coated woman knew about this.

"Bring back the Ancient Dream Demon, and you and the people of Ya City will have peace for ten years. Failing that, you and those you’re trying to protect will suffer endlessly!" the straw-coated woman’s voice was as cold as rain.

Wu Hen took a deep breath.

Was he still the lord of a struggling city?

What Wu Hen hadn’t expected was that this host’s original owner had ventured to the Desolate Edge specifically to catch the Ancient Dream Demon.

The Ancient Dream Demon was the life-saving talisman for him and his people.