My Dream Connects to 3000 Years in the Future

Yang Youqian was already standing behind the door. The moment Lao Qi entered, he executed an immediate leg sweep, pinning him to the ground. Then, he brought a vicious karate chop down on his neck!

Lao Qi didn’t even have time to register what was happening before he passed out.

Yang Youqian dusted off his hands. "One down!" he said.

Meanwhile, Chu Bamboo sat on the bed with his back against the wall, eyes slightly lowered. He didn’t even glance toward the door.

Yang Youqian rubbed his hands together and exchanged a slightly anxious look with Secretary Zhang. He dragged Lao Qi over and tossed him in front of the secretary before hiding behind the main door again.

Before long, Yang Youqian used the same method to easily knock out Lao Shier.

"The next one should be the main event," Secretary Zhang murmured, narrowing his eyes. After a moment of thought, he pressed his palms together. A faint starlight seeped from his body, spreading across the floor, walls, and ceiling, instantly decorating the room in a starry-sky motif.

"What Divine Technique is this? Are you at liberty to say?" Chu Bamboo’s interest was piqued.

"Of course. I only give out fake names for my Divine Techniques anyway!" Secretary Zhang was no longer as guarded as before, when he had deliberately ignored Chu Bamboo’s questions about his cultivation realm. He was all smiles and even cracked a joke, trying to close the distance between them.

"The Divine Technique is called Starry Sky Barrier. As the name suggests, it creates a barrier to prevent... our enemy from escaping and causing a huge incident when the fighting breaks out!"

Secretary Zhang sighed. "This move of mine... is mainly for support! But it’s precisely because of my outstanding supportive abilities that the Director took notice and personally recruited me."

Chu Bamboo was noncommittal. ’I’m starting to get it now,’ he thought. ’The fake name for a Divine Technique obviously isn’t completely unrelated to the real one.’

’Usually, you can discern some of the technique’s abilities from the name... Or maybe they just develop the core of a Divine Technique’s Skill Tree at a certain realm and use that as its name?’

’Take Secretary Zhang’s Divine Technique, for example... The barrier part has to be real!’

’I just don’t know what fundamental Divine Technique gives rise to this barrier...’

Thus, Chu Bamboo found himself pondering a very serious question: ’Should I come up with a fake name for my Divine Technique, too?’

’But that raises the question... what should my fake name be?’

’Healing Skill? Repair Skill? Both seem like they could be related to Rewrite...’

「7:56.」

Lao Wu successfully led Qi Heng into trap room number eighty-seven, where the barrier had already been set.

Qi Heng reacted with incredible speed. With only half a foot inside, he kicked back at Lao Wu’s rear and tried to flee.

"Bind him!" Starlight materialized into chains, wrapping around one of Qi Heng’s legs. Qi Heng’s pupils contracted. He instantly reached down, ready to sever his own leg.

But the decision was ultimately too difficult, and he hesitated for a crucial moment.

In that instant, the situation turned!

Yang Youqian grabbed the solidified Starlight Chain and gave it a powerful yank. Qi Heng was dragged into the room sealed by the Starlight Barrier as fast as a cannonball.

"...You country bumpkin! And you, Secretary Zhang! How could you?!" Qi Heng was drenched in sweat, his face a mask of ferocity and despair. He couldn’t understand! Truly, if someone from the All-Powerful Lineage had sold him out, he could have accepted it. After all, he’d been having a string of bad luck lately, as if Mercury were in retrograde! He couldn’t have been unluckier. Plus, it’s not like you could expect people from the All-Powerful Lineage to have much integrity.

’But the problem is... *I’m* the one who approached the All-Powerful Lineage! And just looking around, Yang Keshe was captured on the spot too... so it wasn’t his fault! Then what the hell is going on? Could the person who told me to come here be the problem? No, that’s impossible!’

’That person has Lord Eleven’s approval... Theoretically, they should be far more trustworthy than Yang Keshe!’

’It can’t be... Is Lord Eleven a mole?’ Qi Heng knew the idea was too bizarre for words, but it felt like the only rational explanation he had.

His muscles bulged as he struggled to resist, but it was useless. The Starlight Chain and Starlight Barrier powerfully suppressed his physical strength.

On his bulging muscles, faint, hair-thin chains were visible. The more his muscles swelled, the tighter the chains constricted. Not only did this suppress his strength, but each contraction sent a wave of excruciating pain through him.

Given enough time, he might have been able to start working on a way to break this Divine Technique... but the problem was, there was still an unsuppressed Yang Youqian to deal with!

This country bumpkin he’d looked down on was now straddling him, a savage expression on his face as he rained down punches.

Qi Heng let out a beast-like roar, but it was merely the desperate struggle of a cornered animal; it didn’t intimidate Yang Youqian in the slightest.

It was too fast! Yang Youqian’s fists were falling like rain.

Chu Bamboo watched from the side, utterly speechless. ’Anyone who didn’t know what was happening would think Yang Youqian was making hand-pounded beef meatballs. He even found himself automatically supplying a voiceover in his head: ’ORA ORA ORA ORA!’’

There was no passion for victory in his movements, only the pure, cathartic joy of beating the hell out of his boss.

"...Alright, alright, that’s enough!" Secretary Zhang finally couldn’t watch anymore. "Stop hitting him!" he urged. "Any more and he’ll die! We went to all this trouble to capture him alive... If you actually kill him, our evaluation from General Director Huo will be cut in half, at least."

Only then did Yang Youqian’s fists freeze. But by this point, Qi Heng was barely breathing.