Chapter 101 : Chapter 101

Chapter 101. The Sleep God Falls Asleep. Is He Going to Kill a Martial God?

Under the sunlight, the five members of the Spark Team lay in comfortable poses, basking in the sunlight that had been fused with Supreme-grade · Divine Radiance.

Tang Long had already tanned his front enough, so he lay on his stomach to tan his back, munching now and then on the little snacks Jiang Yichen had given him.

Chu Xingchen did not lie down. Instead, he sat cross-legged with his eyes closed in all seriousness, the only one of the five who looked even remotely like he was cultivating.

As for the others... The Sleep God looked as though he was trying not to fall asleep, fighting a losing battle against his eyelids. His eyes had already narrowed to slits.

“Uncle Lei... I can’t hold on much longer. Hurry and zap me once,” the Sleep God said in an extremely soft voice.

But Lei Zhen was immersed in cultivation. He seemed to have sensed signs of a breakthrough and did not hear what the Sleep God said.

Su Linyu, Tang Long, and Chu Xingchen, however, abruptly opened their eyes and flashed away from the Sleep God one after another.

With panic written all over his face, Tang Long shook Lei Zhen. “Uncle Lei, wake up! The Sleep God is about to fall asleep!”

But Lei Zhen did not wake up. His eyes remained tightly shut.

The scene left Shen Qingyue and the other two, who had not yet fully recovered, staring in bewilderment.

Tomorrow was the semifinal, and the new league rules no longer allowed the use of Ninth-rank Magical Artifacts. It was one thing not to train hard and to lie here sunbathing instead, but why was everyone reacting so dramatically just because that scruffy young man had fallen asleep?

Just as the three of them were still confused, the Sleep God suddenly vanished from the lounge chair.

Su Linyu and the other two were startled out of their wits and cried out in unison, “We’re done for.”

“Little brats, are you ready to welcome my slaughter?”

From within the void came an ethereal voice, as though from a dream itself, striking straight into the depths of one’s soul.

Lei Zhen also jolted awake. When he turned and saw the empty lounge chair, his face changed drastically.

“Go get the Boss. I’ll try to stop the Sleep God.”

Su Linyu and the other two hurriedly nodded and dashed toward the administrative building in a blur.

“Hehe, trying to run? You little brats are quite interesting... Hm? Three new little brats have arrived. Become works of art beneath my blade.”

The ethereal voice echoed beside Shen Qingyue and the other two. In that instant, a thread of dread rose in their hearts.

“Space Lockdown, Blood Qi Stagnation!”

As soon as the words fell, the three of them felt their bodies stiffen, and the flow of Blood Qi within them slowed to a crawl.

They all revealed shocked expressions.

Two Martial Gods and one eighth-rank Martial Emperor were actually being affected by his ability?

“Spatial Shredding!”

The ethereal voice rang out again, and the space around Shen Qingyue and the other two seemed to be sliced apart by invisible blades.

Tang Wuji frowned slightly and casually raised a hand. A layer of golden light spread out, and the Sleep God’s ability shattered instantly.

“Hehe, a skilled little brat. Killing someone like you is far more interesting.”

“Enter My Dream!”

The moment they heard that, the three of them had not even had time to react before the surrounding scene changed in an instant.

Within a space filled with drifting white mist, a blurry black figure floated before them.

“Enough of this ghostly nonsense. Disperse!” Chu Ningfeng stepped forward, and the white mist around them vanished at once.

The Sleep God appeared before the three of them.

His long hair flowed behind him, and he was dressed in ancient robes. He looked like a completely different person from the slovenly figure he was in reality.

Behind him stood a collection room. On each display stand rested a vicious, grotesque human head.

Shen Qingyue and the other two grew solemn.

“Little brats, your strength pleases me greatly. Do you see this?”

The Sleep God’s eyes carried a trace of madness as he pointed at the collection room. “Your heads are worthy of entering my collection.”

Then he began to speak slowly, his ethereal voice sounding almost hypnotic.

For no reason they could understand, Shen Qingyue and the other two suddenly felt an impulse to cut off heads and offer them to the person before them.

“We’ve entered his dream. Here, he is the one in control. As long as he wills it, there is nothing he cannot do.”

Tang Wuji had seen through the Sleep God’s ability and warned them, “Stay clear-headed at all times. Don’t let yourselves be hypnotized.”

“I’ll break open his dream!”

Tang Wuji turned the thumb ring on his thumb, then struck the ground of the dream with one palm. Cracking sounds rang out, and spiderweb-like fissures instantly spread through the dreamscape.

Instead of panicking, the Sleep God laughed. “Such a strong little brat. Your body can already bear the Laws. Hehe! A pity my strength hasn’t recovered yet, or I wouldn’t have to stop you from entering my collection room.”

“Little brats, until next time.”

Crash!

The dream shattered like glass, and the three of them returned to the training base.

But their expressions were grim.

If their strength had not utterly surpassed his, they might truly have been unable to escape from that dream.

No wonder Su Linyu and the other two had reacted so violently when he fell asleep just now.

“What a bizarre ability. It seems we all underestimated the Spark Team. The pressure in that dream just now was anything but ordinary,” Tang Wuji said in a low voice.

Shen Qingyue looked at the Sleep God lying on the ground, astonishment on her face.

For even a Martial God to speak of him this way, his potential was likely beyond imagination.

“I finally understand why Su Zhan wanted us to come take a look at the training base. One surprise after another,” Chu Ningfeng said with a sigh, looking at the Sleep God on the ground. “With him here, it really will be effortless for the Spark Team to take the championship.”

Tang Wuji and Shen Qingyue both nodded in agreement.

“Mom, Uncle Tang, Uncle Chu, sorry for making you laugh at us.”

Jiang Yichen and the others teleported through space and appeared before the three of them.

He crouched down and patted the Sleep God’s face. “Wake up.”

The Sleep God groggily opened his eyes. “Boss, I’m sorry. I fell asleep again, and I had a nightmare.”

Jiang Yichen sighed and helped him up. “What kind of nightmare?”

“I dreamed that I killed a lot of people and collected their heads. I feel so awful...” Tears suddenly poured from the Sleep God’s eyes like a spring, and he could not stop them.

Jiang Yichen patted his back and comforted him. “It’s fine. Dreams are the opposite of reality.”

The Sleep God opened his sleepy eyes and nodded with a smile.

But those words of his made Shen Qingyue and the other two turn cold inside.

In the dream just now, he really had collected many heads...

The three exchanged glances, but in the end, none of them said anything.

“Mom, since you’re here to tour the base, let me show you around.”

Jiang Yichen handed the Sleep God over to Lei Zhen and looked at his mother with a smile.

Unexpectedly, Tang Wuji and Chu Ningfeng shook their heads. “No need. We have confidence in Spark. Just be careful with that man’s ability.”

“We’ll be leaving first. We won’t disturb your training.”

After witnessing the Sleep God’s strength, there was no longer any need for the two of them to stay.

The champion of this year’s Huaxia Team League would definitely be the Spark Team.

After the two men left, Shen Qingyue remained deeply worried. “Who is that man? Do you know how dangerous he is? If he can’t control himself after falling asleep, what happens if he turns murderous toward you?”

Hearing the concern in his mother’s voice, Jiang Yichen smiled faintly. “Mom, his name is the Sleep God. He really can’t control himself once he falls asleep, but I have a way to subdue him.”

Shen Qingyue glanced at the Sleep God, who was still crying, her eyes full of concern. “You’d better. If our strength hadn’t been above his, we might not have been able to come out of that dream.”

“Auntie, I’m sorry. I’m really, really sorry. I won’t fall asleep again next time.” The Sleep God stepped forward and bowed to Shen Qingyue in apology.

Shen Qingyue frowned. “Auntie? Am I that old?”

The Sleep God immediately looked troubled and turned to the Boss for help.

He really did not understand this sort of social etiquette.

But before Jiang Yichen could speak, Su Linyu stepped forward and wrapped herself around Shen Qingyue’s arm.

“How could that be, Auntie? You’re so beautiful. I’m super, super jealous. The Sleep God is the dumbest, so let’s ignore him.”

Shen Qingyue’s brow relaxed, and she lightly scraped Su Linyu’s nose. “You really do have a sweet mouth.”

Su Linyu giggled. “I’m telling the truth~”

Shen Qingyue smiled. “Go make your preparations for tomorrow’s semifinal. The group still has a pile of matters waiting for me, so I won’t stay with you any longer.”

She glanced at the Sleep God. Spark’s strength had completely put her mind at ease.

The Jiang family’s heir would not fall into the hands of someone who fed off the family while betraying it, and the stone hanging over her heart had finally been set down.