Infinite Professions

Chapter 321 - 170: Entering the Dream_3

Three nights, three consecutive nights, he entered the dreams of the eldest, Song Wen, the second, Song Cai, and the third, Song Wu. The content was the same, urging them to move the whole family to Little Huang Village.

But these three unfilial sons didn’t obey, only offering a few sticks of incense in guilty conscience.

Although these sticks of incense were sincere, converting to over a hundred wen of incense money, is this what he wanted?

He was merely a minor god, and entering dreams outside the magic realm required consuming a large amount of divine power. In total, he had already invested five taels of incense silver, and in the end, he only got back over a hundred wen of incense money. This was an extreme loss.

However, Shen Hex could understand, after all, parting with one’s homeland was difficult. Expecting the Song family to move away from the county and live in the unfamiliar Little Huang Village based on a few dream words was quite unrealistic.

Having lived through several lifetimes, experiencing the vicissitudes of life, Shen Hex saw many things with an open mind. He could understand the "unfilial actions" of the Song family sons and did not take it to heart.

But still, he understood, but that didn’t mean he accepted it.

"If reasoning doesn’t work, then only force will do."

Shen Hex glanced at the professional panel.

Song Xiang (Shen Hex)

Profession: Land God.

Professional Talent: Divine Food and Incense.

Professional Rank: Tier One Level Three.

Professional Skills: None.

Professional Items: None.

Common Skill: Dream-Entering Technique!

"Do you want to consume Professional Experience to transform the Dream-Entering Technique into a professional skill?"

"Transformation successful!"

"Dream-Entering Technique acquired the professional trait — Bloodline Connection!"

Bloodline Connection: Thicker than water, even Yin and Yang cannot separate. Consuming divine power for using the Dream-Entering Technique on blood relatives is greatly reduced, its duration is greatly extended, and it eliminates the mental harm caused by entering dreams.

Shen Hex had long known that even with the Dream-Entering Technique, it would be difficult to persuade the Song family to move just with a few words.

His main purpose in using the Dream-Entering Technique was to imprint this spell onto his professional panel and then convert it into a professional skill.

Professional skills, although not as powerful as professional talents, could still gain some enhancement.

Shen Hex’s plan was to use this enhanced Dream-Entering Technique to deepen his influence on the Song family, ultimately making them relocate.

The current result was quite satisfactory. The Dream-Entering Technique, when transformed into a professional skill, directly acquired a Bloodline Connection trait, which could reduce divine power consumption, increase dream-entering time, and eliminate mental damage to the dreamer.

Entering dreams is said to be entering a dream, but it’s actually an intrusion, with the soul of a divine being invading the dream of the living. There would be some burden.

Therefore, previously, Shen Hex’s dream-entering time was very short, only enough to speak a few words, unable to do anything more. And the Song brothers who were entered into dreams woke up feeling mentally exhausted, quite haggard.

This made the dream-entering method unsuitable for use on one person multiple times, at least not in a short period.

Thus, the influence of what was said in the dream was predictable, which was merely that the Song brothers quarreled endlessly over the family estate, doing so in a guilty conscience, and offered him a few sticks of incense. Most others would not care at all.

But now it’s different, the Dream-Entering Technique with Bloodline Connection has a lot of operational space.

Thus...

Another night, in the Song family residence, again the Six Nations’ Grand Enclosures played out.

The various house members quarreled ceaselessly, brothers and sisters’ faces flush with anger.

In the end, they parted on bad terms, each slamming the door as they left.

"These ungrateful wretches, they don’t see me as their elder brother at all!"

Song Wen angrily returned to his room, slammed the door shut, and began to vent his fury, the impact and deterrence of the dream a few days ago long faded away.

After all, it was just a dream. Although it seemed like the second and third brothers also dreamed of it, with some horror and eeriness, but nothing had happened since days passed; it was perhaps just a coincidence, thinking by day, dreaming by night, and not truly a return of the dead.

Therefore, Song Wen had no concerns. He quarreled with his brothers until flushed with anger, then returned to his room to curse with his wife, even thinking of ways to seize the family estate.

In this manner, who knows how long, until the couple were exhausted, blew out the lamp, and climbed to bed.

Lying in bed, eyelids drooping, groggy, they again fell into slumber.

In the dream, it was vast and empty; then suddenly golden light filled the air and formed a temple. In the temple stood a divine being, his face cold, exuding a dreadful pressure.

It was...

"Father!"

Song Wen looked at him in shock: "You’re here again..."

"Bang!!!"

Before finishing his words, he saw a shadow fall, and a force came with it, flipping him up in the air, spinning him several times before crashing to the ground.

As his body hit the ground, intense pain spread, Song Wen felt dizzy, his eyes filled with stars, ears buzzing, and his left cheek was swollen, a large handprint clearly visible.

Pain!

Such pain!

Incredibly painful!

Father Song Xiang was a scholar, not fond of using force, so this was the first time Song Wen had received such a powerful slap in his life.

Even so, Father was not satisfied, striding forward to grab him, showering him with blows on his face as if to make up for the fatherly love he lacked over the years.

"Always thinking about the family estate!"

"Ignoring your father’s words as passing wind!"

"Ungrateful disobedient child..."

"Slap slap slap slap slap!"

The sound of slapping continued for an unknown length before dispersing along with the dream.

"Huff!!!"

In bed, Song Wen violently jolted awake, his nightclothes soaked in cold sweat, his face full of fear.