Chapter 203: You Never Actually Created the Buddha Fury Tang Lotus It Was Just Your Imagination
Throughout the entire Tang Sect, perhaps because it was already nighttime, Tang San walked all the way without encountering a single person.
In front of the Sect's Library, he hesitated for a moment. Seeing no guards, he carefully pushed open the loosely closed door and slipped inside.
In a trance, he suddenly found himself on the top floor of the Library, standing before a special chest.
Everything had gone so smoothly that it was almost unexpected, as if this place was prepared just for him.
While his mind was still processing, his hands moved on their own, swiftly bypassing the mechanisms on the chest, unconsciously opening it.
Inside, a few ancient books lay quietly, making his heartbeat quicken.
But when his gaze fell upon the familiar handwriting on the books
Tang San froze.
Memories flooded back into his mind.
His entire past resurfaced in an instant.
He picked up the books, his fingers gently brushing over their slightly faded covers, and took a moment to look around.
Surprisingly, some details had already grown blurry.
"Am I dreaming? Have I really forgotten so much?"
His expression was bitter.
Yet, instead of wandering around, he simply sat down where he stood.
His hands traced the pages of these Tang Sect secrets, and for some reason, he felt an urge to reread them.
"Forget it. Maybe I'm just too tired today. I'll go along with my instincts."
Tang San was no stranger to moments of sudden intuition.
To him, this dream was merely a reflection of his unsettled emotions.
Since that was the case then he might as well follow his heart.
After all, excluding his father and Xiao Wu, his days in the Tang Sect had been his happiest times.
Calming his mind, Tang San began flipping through the pages, reading with genuine interest.
Even though he knew every word by heart, he was completely immersed.
Of course, he wasn't the only one enjoying this
Han Li, watching from the sidelines, was also deeply entertained.
Even if he didn't fully understand some parts, he wasn't worried after all, his perfect study tool was right in front of him.
If he couldn't learn it now, then he might as well give up and bash his head into a wall.
Besides, this was free knowledge.
Who could refuse such a deal?
Thus, while Tang San reminisced, Han Li copied everything.
One enjoyed the memories, while the other reaped the benefits both undisturbed.
Once he had recorded everything, Han Li chose not to interfere with the dream.
Instead, he let Tang San's subconscious take control, allowing the illusion to shape itself based on his memories.
As a result, the scenes within the dream world began to shift rapidly.
Tang San's subconscious drove the illusion:
He became the focus of Tang Da, rose through the ranks, and defeated numerous challenges becoming the first ever Outer Disciple to be promoted to the Inner Sect.
"Wow… so in his subconscious, he's actually a main character from a power fantasy novel?"
Han Li found this hilarious, but he understood.
After all, this was Tang San's 'dream'.
Of course, he would make himself the protagonist.
Meanwhile, Han Li continued observing with amusement, all while secretly copying Tang San's techniques and skills.
What surprised him was how effortlessly he acquired them.
The reason?
Simple Tang San was flexing his talents left and right.
He effortlessly mastered techniques, corrected his fellow disciples, and showed great compassion for his sect members.
All the ideal qualities of a prodigy protagonist were embodied in him.
Watching all of this unfold, Han Li's expression twitched.
"This guy… is way too much."
If this were real life, Han Li might have even considered befriending him.
Unfortunately
This was just a dream.
"Meh, nothing interesting left to see. Forging weapons and crafting hidden weapons? Not my thing."
Now that he had acquired everything useful, Han Li lost interest in Tang San's self indulgent dream narrative.
"Since I'm here, might as well leave a parting gift."
A mischievous grin curled on Han Li's lips as he tampered with the illusion.
Suddenly
Tang San, who had just been celebrating his promotion, found himself standing atop Hell's Peak
His white robe transformed into gray, his body shivering in the piercing mountain winds.
At the sight of his surroundings, Tang San bowed his head, his usual gentle smile vanishing.
His fists clenched tightly, veins bulging.
"Even in my dreams, I can't escape this?"
"I've already moved on from that past why must I relive this moment?"
His expression twisted into something monstrous pure rage and resentment.
This was his deepest nightmare, one he never wanted to share with anyone not even Xiao Wu.
If he had truly died after jumping off Hell's Peak, then everything would have made sense.
But he hadn't really died.
He had been reborn into a new life.
Until now, he had always identified as a Tang Sect disciple, even planning to rebuild the sect in this world.
But this dream, which had started out so blissful, had now ripped his soul open, brutally reminding him
That no matter how many times he was reborn
In the Tang Sect's eyes, he would always be an outsider.
A thief of their legacy.
He couldn't accept it.
"Tang San! You stole the Mysterious Heaven Record! This is an unforgivable crime!"
"Tang San! The Sect raised you, taught you yet you committed such a monstrous betrayal!"
As Tang San remained silent, voices echoed louder and louder in his mind, their faces expanding and multiplying before him. Soon, an identical recreation of his memories appeared the ten elders of the Tang Sect stood before him, surrounding him completely.
"You all truly believe this?" Tang San's gaze locked onto the Tang Sect elders, making a choice completely different from the past.
"Insolent! Tang San, you traitor! Your crimes are unforgivable, and yet you still refuse to repent? Still trying to justify yourself?" One elder stepped forward, his tone filled with anger, showing no intention of answering Tang San's question.
"Shut up!"
Amidst the elder's scolding, an uncontrollable rage erupted in Tang San's heart. This is my dream! Why should I still endure your scolding?
The Tang Sect elders seemed momentarily stunned by his reaction, their rebukes suddenly halted.
"Have you ever seen an outer disciple create the unparalleled Buddha Fury Tang Lotus? Have any of you done it? You? Or you?" Tang San's voice carried arrogance as he looked down upon the elders. Within this dream, he finally spoke the words he had longed to say.
"It was your unreasonable rules that denied me a place in the Inner Sect simply because I was an orphan. Meanwhile, a bunch of useless fools could effortlessly inherit the secrets that were withheld from me, simply because of their lineage."
"I did not steal I took what should have rightfully belonged to me!"
"You could have submitted a request. The sect does not reject geniuses, but you "
An elder sighed before continuing, "Taking without permission is theft. No matter how much you try to justify it, it remains a crime."
"Theft? Who can prove it? If you're all dead, then no one will be able to prove anything."
A twisted smile appeared on Tang San's face as he pulled out a Buddha Fury Tang Lotus. Tonight, I will use this chance to eradicate my inner demons.
"Get out of the way!"
Panicked voices erupted from the elders, yet, in stark contrast to their cries, they remained completely still. Their feet were rooted in place, their expressions frozen as if their voices and bodies had been severed from each other.
The Buddha Fury Tang Lotus left Tang San's hand, flying swiftly into the midst of the elders. A faint puff sounded, followed by a wisp of black smoke and then… nothing.
Another puff echoed.
This time, it wasn't from the Buddha Fury Tang Lotus it was the sound of someone stifling a laugh.
"This is impossible!" Tang San's voice trembled with disbelief, yet his eyes held a trace of confusion.
As if unwilling to accept the truth, he frantically reached into his robe, pulling out the remaining two Buddha Fury Tang Lotuses and hurling them at the crowd.
The first one must have been a dud! he screamed internally, his eyes fixed on the two flying lotus bombs.
This time, they will work!
"Get out of the way!"
The same panicked shouts rang out. The elders remained motionless.
The exact same scene played out again. A puff sounded, two dazzling Buddha Fury Tang Lotuses duds.
More muffled laughter spread through the crowd.
"Shut up! Stop laughing!"
Tang San's sanity frayed as his bloodshot eyes glared at the elders. His breathing was ragged, his expression feral.
"This is impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
Any thoughts of conquering his inner demons were now gone he lunged forward, scrambling toward the three Buddha Fury Tang Lotuses lying on the ground.
These are my greatest creations how could they fail?!
He fell to his knees, cupping one of them in his hands, frantically inspecting it.
Everything was right.
No mistakes.
Step by step, he verified it against the teachings of the Mysterious Heaven Record.
But the more he checked, the more unhinged he became.
Everything was right so why didn't they explode?
"Did you find the problem?"
A familiar voice snapped Tang San back to reality.
"No."
He instinctively responded before turning his head
There, standing among the elders, was Tang Da.
"If there is no problem," Tang Da said in an eerily calm voice, "then it only proves one thing you never actually created a real Buddha Fury Tang Lotus."
His tone was emotionless, yet it cut through Tang San like a blade piercing his heart.
"I never created a real Buddha Fury Tang Lotus…?"
Tang San stared at the metallic lotus in his hands, feeling an unbearable chill seep into his soul.
"That's right. In reality, you never actually made a functioning Buddha Fury Tang Lotus. These three worthless trinkets are nothing more than your own self deception a gambler's delusion, a thief's excuse."
"Isn't that right, Tang San?"
Tang Da's voice carried the cold bite of the wind, slicing into Tang San's very being.
"No! I did create the Buddha Fury Tang Lotus! It was exactly as described in the ancient texts! Here, check it yourselves!"
Tang San, on the verge of collapse, held out the lifeless metal lotus.
"There's no need for that. Haven't you already proven it to us?"
A voice from within the crowd sent the final blow, shattering Tang San's last thread of denial.
He turned, trying to identify who had spoken
But all he saw were the elders, each wearing the exact same expression.
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