Chapter 8

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While [Tiger Soaring to the Sky] was being copied, Yang Tang delayed for five seconds and then said, "Alright, although it hasn't been a minute, I believe in your patience, 'Dongmen Luxin'!"

"What task does the senior have for me to help with?"

"First, go to the Blue Iron Bull Demon and obtain one hundred [Coral]..."

"Blue Iron Bull Demon, right? I'll go right away!" 'Dongmen Luxin' accepted the task and hurried off.

Yang Tang breathed a sigh of relief. Since the remaining three skills were all assassin skills, he could copy them from himself.

"[Aim and Shoot NPC Version] copying..."

Instantly;

"[Aim and Shoot NPC Version] copied!"

...

"[Stealth and Concealment NPC Version] copying..."

Two seconds later;

"[Stealth and Concealment NPC Version] copied!"

...

"[Scarred Hands NPC Version] copying..."

Five minutes later;

"[Scarred Hands NPC Version] copied!"

"Would you like to leave the dream?"

Yang Tang was taken aback and quickly replied, "Yes."

"Leaving in ten seconds, nine, eight, seven..."

He had long wanted to leave, fearing that the player 'Dongmen Luxin' would come back.

When Yang Tang's figure disappeared from Zhaiye Valley, 'Dongmen Luxin' was slaughtering the Blue Iron Bull Demons and complained, "Usually [Coral] drops quite frequently, but today I've only gotten seven in this long time!"

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In a golden mist.

[Scarred Hands NPC Version], [Stealth and Concealment NPC Version], [Aim and Shoot NPC Version], [Tiger Soaring to the Sky], and [Iron Shirt]—five skill plates floated in the air, faintly visible.

At the same time, Yang Tang, who was unsure of his location, received an enlightenment: "Since this is a test dream, the number of copied skills that can be retained is doubled. Currently, you can retain two skills."

"Random retention costs nothing."

"Designated retention costs 100 merit (sin) points per skill."

"Please choose [Random Retention] or [Designated Retention]."

Yang Tang instantly felt a headache.

After all, the five skills [Scarred Hands], [Stealth and Concealment], [Aim and Shoot], [Tiger Soaring to the Sky], and [Iron Shirt] each had their own advantages, especially when Yang Tang learned the specific information about the five skills through enlightenment, making the choice even harder.

Scarred Hands: NPC skill, 300-second cooldown (480 seconds for players), a mysterious two-stage assassination that can severely wound the target, active skill, instant, zero mana cost.

Stealth and Concealment: NPC skill, 2-second cooldown, makes oneself invisible without slowing down, active skill, 0.5-second casting time, zero mana cost.

Aim and Shoot: NPC skill, zero-second cooldown, aim and shoot, active skill, requires a shooting weapon, instant, zero mana cost.

Tiger Soaring to the Sky: Player skill, 30-second cooldown, stuns for 3 seconds, active skill, instant, zero mana cost.

Iron Shirt: Player skill, triples defense when used, 15-second cooldown, 10-second duration, active skill, instant, zero mana cost.

Yang Tang had to admit that the five copied skills were quite practical. After all, in "Xuan Yuan Sword Online," there were skills that consumed a lot of mana, but "Enlightenment" didn't copy any of them, whether by coincidence or because it considered Yang Tang's lack of mana.

Realizing this, Yang Tang, who originally thought it was just a dream, decided not to waste his merit (sin) points by designating skills. Doing so would not only be hard to choose but also a waste of merit (sin) points.

"Random it is!"

Then Yang Tang saw the five skill plates in the golden mist get shuffled and mixed, and after some stirring, only two plates remained floating.

"[Scarred Hands] and [Aim and Shoot] retained. Please exchange with merit (sin) points before the next dream opens, or they will disappear."

"Damn, there's a next dream? For real?"

"Hey, how many merit or sin points does it cost to exchange one skill?"

"Since this is a test dream, the exchange cost is one-tenth of a normal dream. Ten merit (sin) points can exchange one skill."

"Is that a good deal? No discount on the skill effects?"

"Since this is a test dream, the skill effect is one-tenth of normal, and the merit (sin) points required for designated retention are also one-tenth. You can exchange one skill with ten times the effect for 100 merit (sin) points."

"Damn, I knew there was a catch. I should have designated [Stealth and Concealment] and [Iron Shirt] earlier. This is frustrating!"

"Whatever, it's just a dream, and I don't even know if it's real. Let's exchange a tenfold [Scarred Hands] first, using sin points."

"Subtract 100 sin points!"

"Currently have 17 sin points!"

"Warning, your own merit (sin) points cannot be zero at the same time, or great misfortune will befall you!"

"Damn, really? Just a dream, and great misfortune... What a load of crap!"

"Would you like to solidify the skill?"

"Solidify, of course. Why wouldn't I solidify it after exchanging?"

"Warning, warning... Your physical attributes are severely insufficient for skill solidification. Please spend 179 merit (sin) points to enhance your physical attributes!"

"Really? Physical attributes are insufficient? Then let's enhance them. It's only a hundred and seventy-nine merit points, I can afford it!"

"Subtract 179 merit points!"

"Currently have 26 merit points!"

"Your physical attributes will gradually enhance over seven days, and [Scarred Hands] will gradually solidify over seven days!"

"The skill cannot be used until solidification is complete."

"Enhancement begins..."

"Use [Skill Solidification Slot] 1!"

"Solidification begins..."

"Currently have [Skill Solidification Slot] 0!"

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"Hmph, quite considerate..." Yang Tang grumbled, "I only have one skill solidification slot."

At this moment, a familiar voice faintly reached his ears.

"Old Three, Old Three!"

"Third Master!"

As the voice grew clearer, Yang Tang suddenly opened his eyes and saw Tang Xun and the others calling him from the bedside.

"What's up?" Yang Tang asked, rubbing his sleepy eyes.

The youngest, Chen Song, laughed, "Nothing, Third Brother. It's just that Tang and Lao Duan were worried because you were talking in your sleep, so they called you!"

Yang Tang feigned confusion, "I was talking in my sleep? What did I say?"

"Couldn't hear clearly, but you were mumbling. I woke up to go to the bathroom and almost got a heart attack!" Tang Xun exaggerated.

Yang Tang breathed a sigh of relief and changed the topic, "What time is it now?"

Duan Yibin checked his watch, "Almost four in the morning."

"Are you guys not cold standing here? Go back to sleep. I won't talk in my sleep anymore. Even if I do, I'll wear a mask, and you won't hear me..."

"Alright, I have a new mask, here you go." Tang Xun fished out an unopened mask from his closet and threw it on Yang Tang's pillow, then quickly crawled back into his bed.

Chen Song and Duan Yibin also returned to their beds, and soon, all three were snoring.

Yang Tang couldn't fall asleep, thinking to himself, "Did I really enter a dream by touching the Ksitigarbha imprint on my chest? Is it real?"

Not quite believing it, Yang Tang "held Ksitigarbha" and went back to sleep, but until dawn, he didn't enter the dream again.

In the morning, while getting dressed, Yang Tang muttered, "Why isn't it working? Is it because the time was too short, so I didn't enter the dream? Or was it just a coincidence?"

Just as he finished muttering, enlightenment arose: "The next dream will officially open on the 15th day of the first month, the Lantern Festival!"

"The 15th day of the first month is the Lantern Festival!" Yang Tang muttered, then asked aloud, "What day is it today?"

Tang Xun, who was putting on his shirt, replied, "The 6th or 7th, I can't remember... Why are you asking, Third Brother? Want a holiday?"

Yang Tang ignored their laughter and joined in, but in his heart, he found the "enlightenment" even more peculiar: "Whatever, don't think too much. It's only a seven-day thing!"

So, he put all dream-related matters out of his mind, had breakfast, and went to the classroom for morning study with Tang Xun and the others.

Looking at the full classroom of students, Yang Tang, after two days, had finally adapted to the reality of his rebirth. He sat down and studied his English textbook seriously.

In the morning, he had two consecutive classes, one history and one math. During the history class, Yang Tang continued to read English, and during the math class, he asked questions non-stop, almost driving the math teacher, Old Zhang, to the brink of explosion.

The morning passed in a flash.

After lunch, Yang Tang, who knew the importance of balancing work and rest, went to the basketball court alone, found an opportunity to join in, and played basketball with a few second-year boys.

"Wow, Old Yang, why are your steps faster today?"

"My steps are faster? I don't feel it."

In the morning, Yang Tang still felt a bit sore, but after a few minutes of activity, he felt refreshed. He responded to the second-year boy with glasses while defending, took two probing steps, and quickly dribbled past him in one move.

"Damn, they really are faster. Liu Yu, you try defending Old Yang!"

Liu Yu was a second-year student, a track and field athlete specializing in long jump, and knew Da Fei, so Yang Tang also knew him.

This guy had studied basketball for two years at the sports school, so he had a solid foundation in various techniques, but he was only 173 cm tall, a head shorter than Yang Tang, which made it hard for him to stand out in track and field.

Liu Yu took the basketball from the boy with glasses and threw it to Yang Tang, then got into a defensive stance in front of him, "Come on, Old Yang, let me see how much faster your steps are!"

Yang Tang didn't hesitate, got into a triple-threat position, and used a probing step on Liu Yu.

Liu Yu basically ignored Yang Tang's feint, leaned forward, and reached for the ball, poking it away, which made Yang Tang quickly pull back to protect the ball.

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