Chapter 120: Soaring Through the Air

Domain-type Dreamweavers are the most powerful of all Dreamweaver professions. In the eyes of the high-level officials of the Dreamweaver Association, any Dreamweaver who has developed a domain is considered a treasure. This is because the power of a domain has been proven countless times to be truly formidable. If pushed to its absolute limit, it can reach the ceiling of human potential—or even rival the gods themselves.

However, domain-type Dreamweavers are incredibly rare; even the entire Jiangling City Dreamweaver Association cannot find a single one. It is not even guaranteed that one will emerge among the new Dreamweavers nationwide each year. While powerful, they have their limitations. Consequently, people like Si Nan, Zhao Lu, and Chen Xi had never witnessed the true strength of a domain-type Dreamweaver.

But this time, they saw it.

Zhao Lingyin, the genius Dreamweaver from the capital, possessed not only infinite dream spirits but also this coveted, one-in-a-million domain. When she released her domain, the entire space-time continuum seemed to stagnate. Time and space appeared to be frozen. For an instant, everyone felt as though they had been detached from the world.

Yet, as if only a moment had passed—or perhaps an eternity—the constraints of the domain vanished with a boom.

On the arena floor, Zhao Lingyin sprayed blood as her body was sent flying backward. She crashed onto the platform and struck the energy barrier created by the couple Li Ang and Jingxiang with such force that spiderweb-like cracks spread across the light shield. This gifted daughter of heaven had been utterly defeated. Even after unleashing her domain, she was crushed in an instant.

The entire training room fell into an eerie silence. It wasn't the first time it had gone quiet, but this time, the events had unfolded so quickly that many had not even reacted; they only saw Zhao Lingyin’s miserable defeat without understanding what had happened.

Seeing Zhao Lingyin lose, the young assistant excitedly yet grumpily said to Chen Xi, "Sister Chen Xi, look at her, look! I told you, didn't I? She lost again! And it was exactly twenty minutes again!"

Chen Xi opened her mouth, not knowing how to respond. How was she supposed to answer that? But she caught the point: twenty minutes again? Could it be that this long-legged girl was really doing it on purpose?

The assistant's words rang out like thunder in the ears of everyone in the room. They all subconsciously looked at the clock on the wall. Upon seeing it, their expressions shifted, becoming strange.

Li Ang and his wife stared blankly. As national-level Dreamweavers, they felt a storm of shock in their hearts.

"Impossible!" Li Ang murmured. "Lingyin lost again? If her first defeat was due to carelessness—caught off guard by Du Fang’s sudden burst of combat skills—then this second defeat was a genuine, crushing loss."

Jingxiang took a deep breath. They knew Zhao Lingyin very well. As the apprentice of the Association President, with infinite dream spirits and a domain, her talent was among the absolute best in the world. She was a national prodigy. Among her peers, she was virtually invincible. Yet, in this sparring session in Jiangling City, she had lost twice!

"Lingyin must have unlocked a half-domain," Jingxiang said. "Although her domain isn't fully developed, a half-domain is still a domain. I remember her domain is a time-control type—a Time-Stop Domain! Within that domain, in Lingyin's eyes, everyone else's movements are paused. If she wanted to defeat anyone, she could do it easily. Basically, no one can keep up with her speed. But..."

Li Ang looked at Du Fang in the red trench coat on the arena in disbelief. A transformation-type special ability? That didn't make sense. How could a transformation ability crush a domain? What kind of secret was that boy hiding?

"Is it the power of a Fallen God?" Li Ang whispered.

"It's not the power of a Fallen God; I don't feel that terrifying, abyss-like fluctuation of dream spirits," Jingxiang replied, having researched Fallen Gods.

"Then how did Lingyin lose?" Li Ang asked. "Could it be that even within the Time-Stop Domain, Du Fang could keep up with her actions and defeat her?"

The two national-level Dreamweavers were shocked. This was the first time they had been so stunned. They needed to re-evaluate Du Fang's strength; they could no longer see through him. Zhao Lingyin, despite being a novice at the City-Crossing level, possessed the combat power of a high-level City-Crossing Dreamweaver when using her half-domain. Yet, Du Fang had defeated her with such ease. Even though Zhao Lingyin held no killing intent, she had used her full strength.

Most importantly, they saw that Du Fang seemed relaxed, as if he had been holding back, timing his victory perfectly to the twenty-minute mark. It was as if he were just playing with her.

Nearby, Tang Nai was startled, his hand gripping his cane trembling slightly. He knew Du Fang was strong—having even slain a City-Annihilation-level powerhouse—but this level of strength was entirely beyond his expectations. If Zhao Lingyin could take on three Zhang Changlins, did that mean Du Fang could take on ten?

On the arena, the storm of dream spirits gradually dissipated. The pressure that had weighed on everyone's hearts vanished. Du Fang’s red trench coat faded back to its normal color. He looked at Zhao Lingyin, who was lying on the ground with her long legs sprawled out, and wore a gentle smile.

"Miss Zhao, I seem to have won by luck again. Don't forget the extra hundred thousand. Bank transfer or card, either works," Du Fang said earnestly.

Zhao Lingyin, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, finally showed a reaction upon hearing about the transfer. She looked at Du Fang with eyes filled with grief, indignation, shock, and a hint of confusion. She had lost? Why? She had even activated her half-domain! She was supposed to be invincible within it!

"How... how could you see me?" she asked.

Du Fang was stunned. What kind of nonsense was that? She was a living person, not like his family members—why wouldn't he be able to see her? Fearing he might further wound her fragile heart, he said weightily, "In this world, there is nothing I cannot see."

Such arrogance! Zhao Lingyin took a deep breath.

"Are you hurt badly?" Du Fang asked, his smile softening. "You were amazing just now; you almost defeated me. Shall we continue? A little more effort, and you might win."

Zhao Lingyin’s eyes lit up. She could still fight! This girl had clearly traded all her intelligence for her legs. She sprang up from the ground, gripped her Fire God Spear, and her eyes burned with renewed fighting spirit.

"Du Fang, let's fight again!" she exclaimed excitedly. She had found her goal! She, Zhao Lingyin, would not be defeated like this!

"Uh, Zhao Money... no, Miss Zhao, let's settle the bill first, shall we?" Du Fang said, feeling a bit awkward.

"Settle the bill?" Zhao Lingyin paused. She patted her chest and gave a naive smile. "Easy! Card number!"

Du Fang’s eyes brightened, and he immediately provided his number. Zhao Lingyin pulled out a golden, specialized Dreamweaver phone, tucked her spear under her arm, and made the transfer.

"Your account ending in 6666 has received 200,000 yuan. Current balance: 250,345.23 yuan."

Seeing the notification, Du Fang beamed. With the money in his account, he felt at peace. Money earned through honest, hard work was the most reassuring.

"Come on! Du Fang, let’s fight for another hundred rounds!" Zhao Lingyin’s fighting spirit was ablaze. Du Fang, too, was ready to create more wealth with his own hands.

However, just as they prepared to clash again, Li Ang landed in the center of the arena and held up a hand, stopping them.

"Stop for a moment. There's a situation outside the city," Li Ang said. He turned to look beyond Jiangling City. In an instant, his eyes turned gray, as if covered by a thick fog. Through the mist, he saw a figure in a white mask floating in the sky outside the city. A massive fluctuation of dream spirits was emanating from the figure.

"White jade mask, City-Annihilation-level dream spirit fluctuations... A God Core Priest!" A fierce killing intent flashed in Li Ang's gray eyes. "The God Core Organization... they still won't give up!"

With that, Li Ang dove through the open window, his body stepping onto the air as if walking on solid ground. Jingxiang paused, looked at Zhao Lingyin and Du Fang, and said gently, "Don't fight anymore; follow us immediately." She then stepped out of the window and rose into the air. National-level Dreamweavers could fly.

Zhang Changlin puffed on his cigarette, frowning deeply. He turned and ran toward the stairs without hesitation. After a few steps, he slowed down and stopped at the door, watching Zhao Lingyin and Du Fang rush toward the window. He was bewildered.

"What are you two doing? The national-level Dreamweavers can fly, but can you? This is the tenth floor; do you want to fall to your deaths?"

Zhao Lingyin rolled her eyes at him. She swung her Fire God Spear, and flames surged into the sky like a fire dragon. She wrapped her long legs around the spear and soared through the air.

"Du 'Lifelong Rival' Fang, do you need a lift?" she asked.

Du Fang shook his head. He took a step forward—Air Control! Airflow swirled around him, and his black trench coat fluttered as he was carried by the wind toward the distance.

"..." Zhang Changlin.

Watching the four of them fly off through the window, old Zhang clutched his waist, silently took another drag of his cigarette, turned, and ran toward the stairwell, frantically stabbing the elevator button. It was his final act of defiance.