Chapter 239: With My Broken Body, I Serve My Master
Dream Dao Attainment, Opening Scheme Against Cultivators
Dream-Making Expert
“Haha.”
“You really are just like me when I was young.”
Lin Qi laughed heartily, something he hadn’t done in a long time.
He suddenly understood why he had disliked Wan Teng so much back then.
There was no other reason.
It was simply because Wan Teng was exactly like the young and reckless version of himself.
But that version of himself had been personally killed by his own hand many years ago.
A trace of lament and reminiscence flashed in Lin Qi’s eyes.
In the first ten years after transmigrating into the Heavenly Immortal Macrocosm.
He too had been high-spirited and young and reckless.
He wanted to roam the world with a sword in hand, to savor gratitude and vengeance, to live grandly.
He refused to compromise his heart.
He thought his life would be like what was written in the books.
A youth with a sword in hand, relying solely on a heart full of ideals, could change the world.
And the Wan Teng before him was just like that youth he had personally strangled with his own hands back then.
But the difference was.
Whether in the Immortal Continent Star System or here in the Divine Spirit Realm, light-years away.
Wan Teng was still that same youth from before.
No matter if you lived forever, no matter if your divine abilities were vast.
Wan Teng only asked one question: is it satisfying?
“You’re stronger than I was back then.”
“If only I could have been as carefree as you back then.”
Lin Qi said with emotion.
Wan Teng accompanied him with a respectful smile.
As for Lin Qi saying he was just like him when he was young, he neither confirmed nor denied it.
Because he didn’t think Lin Qi and he were the same kind of person.
At least from the day he met Lin Qi.
The impression Lin Qi gave him was one of deep scheming and profound calculation.
He wouldn’t dare call him a sneaky old bastard.
But it absolutely had nothing to do with someone who spent his whole life pursuing gratitude and vengeance, living grandly.
“Still, are you really not afraid of death?”
Lin Qi suddenly asked again.
“If you refuse to become a Divine Spirit, your death is imminent.”
“I can’t save you either.”
“Are you not afraid?”
Wan Teng thought for a moment, then laughed. “Afraid. Who isn’t afraid of death?”
“But I’m more afraid that for the next thousand, even ten thousand years, I’ll only be able to be that clay idol.”
“Unable to be satisfied.”
“Master, this disciple doesn’t understand all those bullshit grand principles.”
“All these years, this disciple has only known one thing.”
“In life, the most important thing is to be happy.”
Wan Teng spoke of his life philosophy with great relish.
“At first, I didn’t want to spend my whole life in that little mountain village.”
“So I ran off to join the army and fight wars, to seize wealth and glory.”
“Because wealth and glory could make me happy.”
“Later, I resigned from office and went home, decided to rebel—”