I am the villain in the book

Milky white mist churned and surged, with an open space about the size of a football field within it.

There was nothing on the open space, only two people standing opposite each other in the very center, one with a fierce face, and the other with a face full of, uh… black lines.

What a坑爹!

Wei Changtian looked at the familiar face opposite him, and was dumbfounded.

Damn it, it turned out to be the stupid leader from his previous job before he transmigrated?!

A receding hairline, a beer belly, and a red tie that never changed… that’s him!

It was indeed the only man he had ever fought with!

At that time, there was a problem with a company account, and this idiot tried to use underhanded tricks to make him take the blame. In a fit of anger, Wei Changtian had a big fight with him in the office.

Although the final result was his complete victory, he also lost a decent job because of it.

Looking at the pot-bellied man opposite him, whose fighting power was probably not even as good as a Teddy, Wei Changtian was speechless.

So this is a stress-relieving little game of beating up a stupid leader?

Hmm?

It seems like it sounds pretty good…

"Swish!"

"Bang bang bang bang!"

"Pah! Serves you right for trying to screw me over!"

…

Half a quarter of an hour later.

When the man turned into a ball of white light for the tenth time and reappeared in front of him, Wei Changtian finally lost interest in knocking him down again.

Back then, when he was an ordinary person, he could beat this idiot to the ground looking for his teeth, let alone now that he was a seventh-rank martial artist with "internal force transformation".

With such a huge gap in strength, even if the two fought another ten thousand times, it would not improve his combat experience in the slightest.

So venting was enough.

Ignoring the black shadow that pounced again, Wei Changtian shook his head and stepped into the white mist behind him, and when he opened his eyes again, he had already returned to reality.

Quicksand slowly slid down in the copper hourglass in the corner of the study, and less than a tenth of a stick of sandalwood incense had burned in the incense burner on the desk.

It seems that the time flow ratio in "Dream Trial" to real time is about one to five.

That is to say, sleeping for one night is equivalent to fighting continuously for forty hours?

Sure enough, awesome!

No wonder Xiao Feng was able to fight more than a dozen common-clothed guards alone and still have the upper hand!

Sleeping is training, how could he not be strong?

But for him, there is a problem at hand.

That is, where should he go to have a few fights to improve the level of the "Dream Trial" simulated opponent?

First of all, the opponent's strength must be strong, not vulnerable.

Secondly, the style should be diverse, preferably from various schools, each with its own unique skills and combat characteristics.

Then, it must be sustainable, don't run out of people after a few fights.

Finally, and most importantly—you must know how to control your strength!

It must give you enough pressure, but it can't really be a deadly fight!

It is not easy to find a place that meets so many conditions.

But this is for others.

As the only son of the Mirror Hanging Division's Commander, it is as easy for Wei Changtian to find someone to practice with as it is for a rich second generation to find someone to sleep with.

Looking out the window, it was still early.

Wei Changtian didn't hesitate and immediately got up to put it into practice.

Changing into short clothes that were more convenient for fighting, and rummaging out the Mirror Hanging Division's "Centurion" black jade token from the bottom of the box, he tidied up and just walked into the courtyard when he felt like someone was watching him from behind.

Looking back, he searched around, and sure enough.

Just behind a slightly opened window, Lu Jingyao was staring at him with wide eyes.

The morning breeze blew a few strands of green silk on the side of her face, and the morning sun's rays of dawn sprinkled a golden thread through the window gap, like putting a golden comb on her head.

Noticing Wei Changtian's gaze, Lu Jingyao was a little nervous.

She wanted to hide back but was too embarrassed, and waited for a long time for Wei Changtian to speak first, so she had to hold the window sill and stammered softly:

"Y-you, are you going out?"

…

…

Taiping Ward, Yongning Lane.

Mirror Hanging Division Headquarters.

The black building complex stretching for several miles was imposing, and the two-person-high courtyard walls almost blocked all the pedestrians' sight, and only the towering pavilions and cornices could be vaguely seen.

But in fact, few people would look into the Mirror Hanging Division, and there were even few pedestrians on the entire Yongning Lane.

For most ordinary people, they would rather take a detour than pass by such a fierce place.

But Wei Changtian didn't care about this. As soon as he arrived, he jumped out of the carriage, and then looked at the black gate in front of him with interest.

Very large, very high, with a pair of sharp-edged couplets engraved on it.

Right: Killing people to fill the grass is not my wish

Left: Only for this life to serve the Emperor

Horizontal: A bright mirror hangs high

Tsk tsk, directly saying that they "kill people to fill the grass", domineering enough.

But the Mirror Hanging Division does have the courage to say this.

Anyway, it is not under the jurisdiction of any institution, and is only responsible to the Emperor. Killing more people is also at the command of the Emperor, so what is wrong?

Such a violent institution lacking checks and balances is indeed a tool of rule, but I don't know what will happen if it gets out of the ruler's control…

Wei Changtian was lost in thought, and the two men in tight-fitting clothes opposite him had already greeted him with smiles on their faces.

"Young Master Wei, what wind has brought you here!"

"The Commander is not in the Division now, he went to the palace early in the morning…"

"I'm not looking for my dad."

Wei Changtian smiled and interrupted: "I'm here to work in the Division."

"Work…"

The two men opposite were instantly dumbfounded, as if Wei Changtian was preparing to do something earth-shattering.

In fact, it's no wonder they reacted like this.

After all, although the former owner was a "Flower Plume Guard Centurion", he usually only patronized girls, how could he have time to go to work?

It has never happened before!

The two gatekeepers looked at each other, not knowing what to say for a while.

Wei Changtian didn't feel embarrassed, nodded to them, and led Wang Er straight into the side door, swaggering inside under the "attention" of the yamen runners.

Some of these yamen runners recognized Wei Changtian, and some didn't.

But regardless of whether they recognized him or not, just the fact that he came to work with a servant was shocking enough.

"Young Master, where are we going?"

Ignoring the surrounding gazes, Wang Er whispered behind Wei Changtian: "Do you want this servant to inform the Flower Plume Guard in advance?"

"No need, we're not going to the Flower Plume Guard."

Wei Changtian waved his hand, and suddenly stopped in front of a black building, pointing to the word "Wu" on the single-character plaque.

"From today onwards, I will be here to fight on the arena!"