Chapter 270

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Chapter 270: The Meeting of Kings

The Friendship Termination Test descended, revealing a mirror when it ascended.

This was the final test to awaken the Dragon King, called the Mirror of Heart.

"The mirror will reflect our souls. Just relax and don’t resist."

"Even if one fails the trial, it can still benefit the soul by exercising it."

While the body can be trained, the soul is difficult to cultivate.

The greatest difference between warriors and immortals lies here: warriors may have strong bodies, but they will eventually decay, while immortals cultivate their spirit and awareness, getting closer to the natural world.

Bai Wei looked into the mirror, where lights and shadows overlapped. In the next moment, he felt his consciousness pass through a thin watery curtain.

He was already familiar with the feeling of his soul leaving his body, so there was no discomfort or delay.

The space around was completely dark, and then lines of black and white appeared, forming a certain shape. It was definitely a fantasy realm.

This fantasy realm was still the same plaza as before, but it was empty with no one else around, except for him.

It was like a world inside a mirror.

Kamen Rider Ryuki?

Bai Wei thought of a very old tokusatsu film and couldn’t help but smile, but there was an even more sinister voice coming from behind, laughing louder than he did.

He looked behind and saw another Bai Wei, dressed in the exact opposite colors as him.

One in a black suit, the other in a white suit.

Bai Wei’s eyes were black, while the other’s eyes were white, with black eye whites.

Eerie, ghost-like.

This was an illusion created by the fantasy realm, as well as a trial.

Ao Hanli had given away the clue in advance. She said that in the final mirror, it would randomly choose one emotion from happiness, anger, sadness, disgust, fear, or grudge.

No matter which one, they are all very difficult, and the most difficult one is that it’s not random, but it devours all negative emotions and reflects the dark side.

The evil spirit of the illusionary realm.

It’s like Harry Potter opening a box and releasing a soul-sucking monster.

Bai Wei entered here, and the Mirror of the Heart used him as a reference to create an evil spirit as a trial.

The young man stared at his own evil spirit and could perceive that it was devouring him, rapidly growing as the dark side.

Bai Wei’s expression was calm, while the smile of the evil spirit could no longer be contained.

Bai Wei closed his eyes and could sense that the Mirror of the Heart was gradually digging out his deep memories and secrets… No, it’s himself in the mirror, and it’s not this object that is digging into his inner self, but his own subconscious.

As a warrior’s memory, in the past he was full of spirit, a talented prodigy. However, a sudden change occurred. He happily went to meet someone, but was met with a cold challenge. Afterwards, his bones were broken on the arena, leading him to despair and give up. These memories are all true.

A wicked spirit engulfed the shadow under Bai Wei’s feet, growing stronger: "Come again, bring more…"

Bai Wei paid no attention and continued to remember, recalling the past.

Once a secondary hero, after being defeated, he wandered abroad, barely surviving like a stray dog. He was rescued from freezing and starving on a university day, becoming infatuated with his savior but too ashamed to speak up. He wandered for half his life, not knowing that his favorite person was his best friend.

The wicked spirit swelled even more, these intense memories excited him greatly: "Very good, very good!"

Bai Wei continued to reminisce about his life as Crouching Tiger.

But he couldn’t find that part of his memory. He only pieced together a broken version of himself from Liu Xiaowan’s memories. Love and separation, longing and resentment intertwined, and the lingering resentment remained until the end.

The evil spirit widened its eyes, amazed at how many memories this person had. They were so long-lasting and real.

Were they all his?

Yes, indeed they were all his, but… it was just too much.

The power of the evil spirit continued to grow. The more painful the memories, the more beneficial it was for him. But now, it couldn’t sense the joy of this growth anymore. Instead, it felt uncomfortable, like realizing the accumulated metal fatigue.

"Wait, this is getting too much."

The evil spirit wanted to say, "I can’t handle this anymore."

But Bai Wei didn’t pay attention to him. He continued to remember, recalling his life as an emperor.

As a prince, Bai Wei was born into a world of power struggles. He was forced to compete with his brothers and sisters for the throne. Even his beloved sister, the Third Princess, didn’t show mercy when she found out about his talents and sent assassins to kill him.

Even today, he still remembers the chilling autumn day when he faced the Third Princess and her trusted confidants in the art studio of the royal courtyard. He had to suppress his emotions and cold-heartedly end the life of his once beloved sister. The feeling of her neck slipping from his grasp lingers in his hands.

Looking at his hands now, Bai Wei sees them covered in cracks. In the next moment, a surge of violent power overwhelms him. An agonized scream escapes his lips as his arms explode into pieces.

"Wait, please stop remembering!" it screams. "Hurry, stop!"

Bai Wei continues to ponder, realizing that even though kings may be heartless, the life of a mentor may not be any easier.

Bai Wei remembered the names of every disciple he had carefully taught. There were a total of 165 people. He personally buried four out of every five of them and in the end, he himself lay in the grave.

He stood in front of the gravestones of these people. What thoughts were going through his mind? Was it guilt, self-blame, or self-mockery?

Negative emotions surged and an evil spirit uncontrollably consumed everything, leaving only pain and no joy.

Its scalp tingled. Instead of saying that it devoured Bai Wei’s dark side, it was more accurate to say that Bai Wei’s burden of darkness consumed it.

Cracks covered every inch of the evil spirit, and in the next moment, it exploded with a loud bang, turning into debris.

Before it could even let out a scream, it vanished.

Bai Wei finished reminiscing, "I didn’t even use my full strength and you fell down."

"This dark side is not bad, just a bit too bright."

He raised his hand and struck the illusion with his fist, causing the illusionary space to shatter into pieces.

A golden light created a pathway under his feet, spanning across a dreamlike world, leading to the deepest part.

Unwilling to continue circling around with the old dragon king, he directly skipped to the final level.

The Heart Mirror is just one type of pathway. It contains the true essence left behind by a real dragon. By following this essence, Bai Wei was able to find his way, like obtaining specific coordinates. His consciousness once again crossed over the spiritual world’s ocean, arriving at a bustling street.

This is a street where people come and go. Judging by their attire, it is not in the East, but rather a small country somewhere in the West.

At a roadside stall, a man in his sixties was eating a hot dog, squinting his eyes as he looked at the legs and arms of passing girls.

He said, "If only there was a gust of wind."

Then the wind blew, causing the girls on half of the street to hold down their skirts but unable to hide the wonderful scenery when their long dresses swayed.

The old man made some inappropriate comments.

Bai Wei criticized his behavior, then sat down to enjoy the scene together.

A quarter of an hour passed, and the old man put down his half-eaten hot dog.

"Not many young people these days have the courtesy to sit down and enjoy the hobbies of the elderly."

He licked the tomato sauce off his fingers. "If you can bypass the trials and find the old dragon directly, then you’ve got some skills."

"As long as you don’t blame me for cheating."

"I don’t have the ability to cheat, so the trial is just a joke," the old man chuckled. "What should I call you?"

"Bai Wei, sir."

"Who did you come with, young man?"

"Xue Hanlei, sir."

"Oh, it’s Xue Hanlei," the old man took a sip of his cold cola, momentarily interrupting the conversation in a show of confusion.

"I was just invited as a friend to keep up appearances. I didn’t feel like cooperating with the dragon clan, so I jumped ahead to the final challenge to pass the time," Bai Wei said. "And while I’m at it, I wanted to see what a real dragon looks like in this world."

The old man laughed heartily and said, "As an old man like me, there’s nothing interesting about me. It’s better for me to go and see the dragon maiden in the East Sea. The so-called trial is just a trick to push those young dragons to get married sooner. It’s not up to me to have more descendants. The younger generation should work harder. It has been effective for these past three hundred years. Except for those dragons who are really good at reproducing in the South Sea, the young dragons in the East Sea are the most numerous."

Bai Wei nodded and said, "I knew this was just an excuse to slack off."

Being a former king, he knew when he could slack off and when he couldn’t.

"But you mentioned Xiao Ya, so I have to talk to you about her," said the old man. He didn’t pay much attention to the other descendants, but this time he lowered his head and opened his amber eyes through the gap in his sunglasses. His eyes didn’t look old at all. "This girl has already gotten married."

"I know," said Bai Wei calmly. "I was invited here because I owe her a favor."

"How did you pass the second level?"

"I found a way to cheat my way through." Bai Wei’s face remained calm, "Don’t worry, I won’t steal someone else’s lover."

"No!," the old man slammed the table, "You must steal!"