I’m Definitely Taking This Power-Fantasy Protagonist Role! Chapter 52

Sister Feng has a gentle personality, and her family must be quite eloquent. She has peers of similar age, and they all enjoy wandering around the mountains and rivers together.

What a perfect way to enjoy a holiday!

It was supposed to be like that. The next day, everyone was supposed to gather at the academy gate and set off for Quxianze together.

But unexpected events are called unexpected for a reason—they catch you off guard.

Just before going to bed, the state of Lin Zhao Ren seemed a bit off. Jiang Baiyu interrupted the buildup of his reading bar in time, thinking that everything would just pass like last time, and once emotions stabilized, things would return to normal.

Little did he expect, there was more to come!

With high hopes, Jiang Baiyu fell asleep, and then…

He found himself trapped in a place called Yuheng Sect for a full three months!

At first, Jiang Baiyu thought he had crossed over again, inexplicably becoming an ordinary disciple of Yuheng Sect, surrounded by a bunch of senior and junior brothers, living in a regular disciple dormitory. To be honest, it was quite lavish; even an ordinary little disciple could have their own courtyard.

He heard that Yuheng Sect boasts thirty-three great mountains, exclusively enjoying an entire spiritual vein, covering an extremely vast area. Walking out would take ages. With the mountain protection array set up, it was a super luxurious configuration that enveloped the entire sect, forming thirty-three mountain gates.

It was almost like a kingdom.

Yuheng Sect is the largest sect in the present day, without a doubt.

You can imagine how extravagant it is.

So many people are eager to join Yuheng Sect.

However, Jiang Baiyu just wanted to question his life.

During these three months, he was forced to attend classes and practice swordsmanship with the surrounding senior and junior brothers. Heaven knows why he ended up in a place where sword cultivators train, with so many mountains in Yuheng Sect. These guys were incredibly competitive; they would get up at dawn to practice swordsmanship together. Before the morning glow even appeared, the sword cultivators of Yuheng Sect were already standing in the training ground, pouring out their youth, only putting down their swords when it got dark.

What did they do at night? Naturally, they meditated and cultivated.

Every day was like this, without a single day of laziness.

The disciples each had their own residences, but every area had a person in charge. After morning roll call, they would all go to the training ground together—there was no way to slack off and waste time.

The only free time was at night, but Yuheng Sect forbade wandering around at night. There were patrolling Dao soldiers outside, strictly inspecting every place.

This information was the result of Jiang Baiyu's hard work over the past three months; it was really tough!

Is life in a big sect this difficult? All they do is cultivate, with no freedom at all.

Jiang Baiyu couldn’t figure out what was going on, so he just went with the flow, following the people around him. Whatever they did, he did too. In Yuheng Sect, his name was still Jiang Baiyu, and his appearance and height hadn’t changed, but all his skills and techniques were gone. No wonder he doubted whether he had crossed over again, but when he looked in the mirror, he felt something was off.

Why was it that only his appearance hadn’t changed? It felt like he had suddenly intruded.

There must be a reason for such things. Jiang Baiyu wanted to investigate his surroundings to see if he could gather useful information from the environment, but he found it nearly impossible to move because those damn sword cultivators had regular assessments and random checks.

Jiang Baiyu was forcibly transformed from a swordsmanship novice into a somewhat decent swordsmanship apprentice over the course of three months, earning high praise from his senior brother.

Why emphasize three months? Because Jiang Baiyu performed excellently, standing out among the disciples and getting promoted.

Amidst the envious gazes of others, Jiang Baiyu followed his senior brother through the checkpoint into a new activity area, casually asking about Yuheng Sect along the way.

Listening to his senior brother's proud introduction, Jiang Baiyu finally had a bit of an idea.

He could almost shed a tear of bittersweetness; it was truly absurd!

Perhaps it was precisely because of such strictness that Yuheng Sect could become the strongest sect of the present day.

Of course, "the strongest" was what his senior brother said; Jiang Baiyu reserved his opinion.

After being promoted, he got a new dormitory, a new sect uniform, and then it was another round of cultivation. The sword cultivators ingrained their competitiveness into their bones, and Jiang Baiyu could hardly feel any difference from his previous days. Perhaps it was because the peers around him were different; they were all the top competitors selected from below.

The sword techniques he practiced became more exquisite, and he gained an additional technique, along with cultivation resources to claim.

Jiang Baiyu spent five months standing out from this group, and then a familiar scene appeared again—he was led by his senior brother through another checkpoint to a different place.

After eight months, he had leveled up twice and received much praise.

However, Jiang Baiyu couldn’t feel happy at all. What kind of bizarre sect was this???

Another new dormitory, another new sect uniform, and new competitive peers.

After practicing swordsmanship, Jiang Baiyu didn’t return to the dormitory. In the morning, his senior brother would come to call people to the training ground, and there were no restrictions on activities until it got dark. Anyway, there were curfews in the sect, and once the time was up, you couldn’t wander around; at most, you could take a lap and then had to return to your residence.

He stood on a cliff, tears falling in the wind.

A year had passed, a whole year!

Just a year ago, he had agreed with Jing Yanhang to meet at the academy gate and set off to play at Quxianze together!

Now he had ended up in this bizarre Yuheng Sect, having been a competitive sword cultivator disciple for a whole year.

Why did he remember so clearly? Because ever since he came to Yuheng Sect, his happiness had vanished.

Living in this competitive environment was truly miserable. It reminded him of the days when he was a corporate slave, cultivating every day, even skipping sleep.

Why had he fallen to this point? He couldn’t figure it out, only able to shed tears in mourning for the happiness that had passed.

The scenery of Yuheng Sect was incredibly beautiful, every spot worth savoring. Jiang Baiyu stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the rolling sea of clouds, which was quite magnificent.

After the sun set, the sky darkened particularly quickly. This short time was Jiang Baiyu's only moment of leisure. Once he returned to the dormitory, he would have to start cultivating again because his senior brother would check the progress every day. If he found any laziness, it would be a warning the first time, a demerit the second time, and a demotion the third time.

It was said that once you became an elite disciple, you would have much more freedom and wouldn’t have to be led by senior brothers to the training ground to practice swordsmanship.

Lost in thought, he suddenly noticed something moving within his line of sight.

Jiang Baiyu instinctively focused and discovered that someone seemed to be practicing swordsmanship.

The other party's swordsmanship was far beyond his, with a profound realm that could already cause spiritual energy to undergo transformation through sword techniques, manipulating the power of heaven and earth. Just by watching from afar, Jiang Baiyu could feel the sharpness and fierce aura, like an invisible sword energy intimidating the surroundings, extremely fierce.

He stood at the edge of the cliff, unable to move, feeling as if his entire aura was locked down.

A few seconds felt exceptionally long.

When the other party sheathed their sword, Jiang Baiyu finally felt he could breathe again, his body suddenly relaxing, almost causing him to collapse to the ground.

Looking up, he just happened to see that person sweep past, and the familiar face left him speechless.

An astonishingly beautiful face, every gesture filled with vigor, radiating confidence and pride, shining brightly like a gem under the sun, dazzling and eye-catching.

He must be a highly valued prodigy, exuding an aura of favoritism.

Hot like the blazing sun, radiating confidence.

Completely different from the Lin Zhao Ren Jiang Baiyu knew, this person’s eyes were filled with wind and snow, frozen ice.

Perhaps Jiang Baiyu's gaze was too direct; the other party glanced down, looking down from above, and their eyes collided in an instant, the differences between them becoming even more pronounced.

This was a true youth, full of vigor and spirit.

The other party flew away in an instant, not stopping to say a word to Jiang Baiyu; the only connection they had was that fleeting gaze.

Jiang Baiyu watched the figure leave, unable to retract his gaze for a long time.

Just a single glance made Jiang Baiyu feel as if he had been enlightened, as if a fog had lifted.

This place was an illusion, or perhaps a dream, a spiritual world. In any case, it was a false world constructed based on Lin Zhao Ren's memories. Just looking at Yuheng Sect, one could tell it was enormous, and even every character appearing in the dream was vivid and lifelike, almost without any flaws.

Jiang Baiyu raised his hand to look at his palm, where thin calluses had formed from practicing swordsmanship. The sensations, pain, and fatigue—every sensory detail felt incredibly real.

Such a real false world couldn’t have appeared naturally.

It also explained why all his skills and techniques were gone; because this wasn’t the real world, but Lin Zhao Ren's dream. He had become a character in the dream, naturally unable to use the abilities that originally belonged to him, just like in a dream, where you couldn’t make a phone call. Even the simplest number would feel like an irresistible force, making it impossible to dial.

But he shouldn’t be in this dream, so he must have intruded.

Lin Zhao Ren had already become a ghostly being, wouldn’t sleep, and couldn’t dream, so there was only one answer.

It was the evil thoughts of the ancient god.

Good thoughts don’t die, and evil thoughts will be reborn.

This was a sign of the revival of evil thoughts, intending to use Lin Zhao Ren to awaken again.

In a flash, Jiang Baiyu understood everything.

Why was he so certain…

He raised his hand and pressed it against his brow; there was a clear sense of abnormality, a warm swelling, precisely where the good thoughts had once touched. It was as if a force was guiding him, clearing the fog before his eyes.

Lin Zhao Ren had been trying to extract useful things from the fragments of the ancient god's evil thoughts, repeatedly stirring this stagnant water, causing himself to be tainted with the ancient god's aura. His mental state had been continuously declining, and the accumulation of negative emotions was also the reason why Jiang Baiyu had suddenly lost control before falling asleep.

When the spirit reached a critical point, drawn by negativity, this dream was formed.

This was the battlefield of Lin Zhao Ren and the ancient god's evil thoughts.

Since Jiang Baiyu also held some fragments of the ancient god's evil thoughts, it was only natural that he received a ticket to enter.

If Lin Zhao Ren were killed in the dream, the ancient god's evil thoughts would successfully revive.

Disciples of Yuheng Sect had different ranks, and their clothing varied. Lin Zhao Ren's attire indicated his status as a true disciple. With Jiang Baiyu's current status, he would need to at least rise to the rank of elite disciple to appear before him.

Jiang Baiyu calculated with his fingers, only to feel darkness before his eyes, the future looking bleak.

Let’s not have Lin Zhao Ren fight the final boss for three hundred rounds, suffering physically and emotionally, heart-wrenching and gut-wrenching, while he was still stuck at the leveling stage!