Wang Dong'er, Loser Dog, Ma Xiaotao

Kiss.

Hug.

Cuddle.

That was all.

The girl savoring young love burrowed into her boyfriend's arms.

"Oh, right." A pair of dreamy eyes opened wide—Wang Dong suddenly remembered something very important. "You haven't confessed to me yet!"

This was a crucial step.

"Fine. I like you, Wang Dong."

"No, not Wang Dong."

The girl shook her head and corrected him. "It's Wang Dong'er!"

"Wang Dong'er."

Black eyes gazed at the elfin girl in his arms.

Yeah. She was Wang Dong'er.

"I like you, Wang Dong'er."

"Ahem." The girl's face brimmed with smiles as she proudly lifted her fair chin. "Alright, then this young lady will give you a chance to pursue me."

Clear Sky Sect.

Big Daddy. Second Daddy.

Parents who had vanished without a trace.

An Zhen blinked.

Same as the original story.

But now Huo Yutong was a girl. What was Tang San scheming? Forcing a girl-girl pairing? Like turning one of them into a guy like Ning Tian and Wu Feng in the original?

Hopefully he wasn't being targeted himself.

"Looks like my goal's already achieved—I've latched onto a little rich girl." The boy lightly pecked her fair cheek.

"You'd better know it."

The girl tilted her pale neck back. "Now, hurry up and serve this young lady."

Getting up.

Checking cultivation.

Tidying up Huo Yutong's room.

"Good morning, Brother An Zhen, Wang Dong."

The loli was delighted. Her cultivation speed had gotten faster again. She hadn't seen a big boost yet, but Sister Tianmeng said that after this round of consumption, taking it once more would raise her Innate Soul Power by one level—pulling it up to rank three. After that, taking more wouldn't help much.

"Morning."

An Zhen greeted her with a smile.

"Morning."

The handsome young man's eyes darted away, as if he couldn't face those pure, flawless eyes. But the loli, too excited sharing her joy with An Zhen, didn't notice.

Meals.

Class.

An Zhen was a little surprised.

"Over-the-knee white silk."

That was Ning Tian.

"Same over-the-knee black silk as yesterday."

That was Wu Feng.

Now this was a beautiful youth campus life.

"What do you mean 'same'? I clearly changed—I didn't wear yesterday's pair."

"I wouldn't know without touching," An Zhen said with a straight face.

"Pervert."

An Zhen felt he'd been wronged.

Whatever. Sleep... cultivate!

Before class even started, the class president of Newbie Class Nine had already thrown himself into hard training. His excellent example instantly sent a wave of crisis through the students who'd been planning to chat with their deskmates—after all, the try-hard had already started grinding.

When Mu Jin walked into the classroom and saw everyone except one slumped figure previewing their lessons, she nodded in quiet approval.

These students really aren't bad this year.

Virtual World.

A cascade of blue hair flowing, delicate fair cheeks flushed pink—adorably cute, two beauties with nearly identical features.

These weren't NPCs copied by An Zhen.

Lan Luoluo, Lan Susu.

The twin sisters of Newbie Class Seven.

The first users of a Martial Soul Fusion Skill in the original story.

"Original Martial Soul."

"But unfortunately, very few reach the awakening level."

Most require key body parts for a chance—like Huo Yutong's eyes or her unmanifested brain.

"Heavenly Net."

Limited in strength for now.

Tossing one beauty onto his thigh, four White Sock Feet dangled lightly in the air like four cream cakes.

Enjoy first, worry later.

The bell rang.

An Zhen woke on time.

A Golden Yellow Soul Ring lit up.

He walked to the podium to grab his notes—First Soul Skill, Reflection.

Time to eat.

Students swarmed the podium.

"Same as always."

"Copied it word for word."

"Do we really have to compete this hard?"

"Training and studying at the same time."

"Feng Mei." The White-Stocking Golden-Haired Girl looked at the girl beside her. "Did the family send the items?"

"You requested it on short notice, Young Master. A Soul Douluo senior rushed it overnight. It should have arrived by now."

But Wu Feng didn't understand.

"Is that pervert worth it?"

She had to admit his talent was strong, but deciding on such an investment after just one day—wasn't that too hasty?

Slender fingers lightly brushed a strand of golden hair from her ear. Her refined, elegant profile made the Red Dragon Girl pause.

"Feng Mei, do you remember? He can copy other people's Martial Souls."

"Mm, it's indeed a very powerful ability."

Ning Tian shook her head gently, her azure eyes shimmering with an unusual light. "Do you know who the last owner of the Holy Light Dragon Martial Soul was? Where did An Zhen copy it from?"

"Who?"

Wu Feng didn't understand.

"The former strongest on the continent—Dragon God Douluo!"

As the eldest daughter of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Clan, memorizing the profiles of the continent's top figures was basic training.

Though that era was a bit distant, the continent's peak experts had never forgotten the existence that swept through an age.

The Holy Light Dragon was a mutation of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon.

If the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan had a new Holy Light Dragon owner, setting aside whether An Zhen—an orphan—could even access them, just having such a super Martial Soul would make anonymity impossible, unless he was secretly trained. But how could An Zhen get close?

Eliminating all impossibilities left only one option: the former Black and White Twin Holy Dragons' Dragon God Douluo Mu En was still alive, and An Zhen was very likely his disciple—no, definitely was.

But if so, could she win him over?

Either way, with such a huge temptation before her, even knowing it might be impossible, she had to try.

Besides, even if she couldn't win him over, being the disciple of Dragon God Douluo was enough reason to send this gift.

The Red Dragon Girl watched her dazzling presence—her Young Master, always by her side, elegant and noble. Her eyes were full of excitement and joy, like a girl about to meet her lover. But her heart wasn't in it.

She was an Attack-Type Soul Master.

But she was a girl.

As a great clan passed down for tens of thousands of years, the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Clan would never allow such a thing to happen to their young lady.

As for eloping...

The girl who grew up with Ning Tian not only understood Ning Tian's personality but also knew exactly how colossal the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Clan was.

She was a retainer, unable to overturn her young miss's decision.

The girl lowered her head, the tips of her white sneakers pressing against the ground, her gaze falling on the black stockings over her legs.

Her well-trained, athletic calves were both plump and slender, taut and strong, the black stockings not only showcasing this beauty to the fullest but adding an extra layer of allure.

An Zhen didn't know what was on others' minds, but he did know that a pretty girl's hand was really soft.

Purple Cafeteria, An Zhen sat between Wang Dong and Huo Yutong, one hand playing with each girl's fingers.

Wang Dong (Yutong) probably won't notice.

In this public setting, the two beauties thought in unison.

'This guy.'

Wang Dong held a spoon in her left hand, feeding herself, while her right hand's fingers were caught in a warm, large palm, being gently stroked.

She stomped her white sneaker hard on An Zhen's foot.

She wasn't someone to be bullied!

"Hiss~"

An Zhen sucked in a sharp breath.

This girl was trying to kill her husband!

"What's wrong, An Zhen-gege?"

"Nothing, just some stray dog bit me a moment ago."

Huo Yutong: ?

What stray dog in the cafeteria?

A moment later, Wang Dong, her back to Huo Yutong, bared her little fangs at An Zhen with a fierce expression, then pulled the loli away and left.

Afternoon.

Routine.

The grind king once again spurred the whole class on.

"An Zhen, are you free the day after tomorrow on your day off?"

The Golden-Haired Young Miss blocked An Zhen.

"I have time. What's up?"

"Aren't we on the same team? Let's go out for a meal together. My treat." Ning Tian said with a light smile on her cheeks.

"Sure."

These past two days, there had been little two-way interaction with Ning Tian and Wu Feng. Meals were with Wang Dong and Yutong, and when class came, he just flopped onto the desk. Though An Zhen already knew quite a bit about some parts of them.

"An Zhen." x2

As soon as he stepped out of the classroom, two boys who had been waiting at the door spoke up.

"What's up?"

"Let's go back first."

An Zhen's dorm.

Closing the door, Wang Dong suddenly let out a big breath, her fair face full of lingering fear. "You have no idea, we almost died at noon."

"Oh? Is there that much danger in the academy?"

Ma Xiaotao?

"Mhm mhm." The blue-haired loli nodded repeatedly, then was pulled straight into An Zhen's arms, his two hands rubbing her two White Sock Feet.

"Mmm."

Her cheeks flushed red, but she didn't resist.

Her little head gently nuzzled against An Zhen's chest, an unprecedented sense of safety enveloping her whole body, as she slowly recounted what happened when they left the cafeteria at noon.

A red-clad lunatic with flames suddenly burst out of Sea God Lake and charged at them. They couldn't escape, their Spirit Power drained until they passed out. But when they woke up, they found nothing was wrong, and the school gave each of them a Soul Ascension Pill as compensation, ordering them not to tell anyone.

"An Zhen-gege~"

The little loli took a walnut-sized green pill from the Twenty-Four Bridges Moonlit Night at her waist. It was crystal clear, exuding a faint fragrance, as if countless life forces swirled within.

"Here."

She could finally help An Zhen-gege too.

"Yutong, you need this. Don't give yours away. I'll give him mine." Wang Dong took out her own.

"Alright."

An Zhen chuckled and tapped each of the two girls on the head.

"Since the academy is giving you this compensation, just take it. But I do know a bit about what happened to you today."

"Huh?" Wang Dong looked puzzled, feeling like this guy seemed to know a little about everything.

"Let's set up the stall first. I'll explain tonight."

After returning from the stall.

In the Virtual World.

He swapped the two beauties into strap dresses. Under their astonished gazes, a stunning woman with red hair and a red dress appeared beside An Zhen. The skirt was absurdly short, leaving her fair, full thighs exposed to the air. Her cold, elegant face was paired with a seductive, peach-shaped chin.

"Ma Xiaotao, a senior from the inner courtyard, disciple of Yan Shaozhe, dean of the Martial Soul Department. Her martial soul is the Evil Fire Phoenix, and she's a descendant of Ma Hongjun from the First Generation Shrek Seven Monsters."

"Although Ma Hongjun's martial soul evolved, his descendants retained that evil fire's power. It erodes the mind—once corrupted, they become soulless Evil Soul Masters, and very powerful ones at that."

"Probably why they asked you to keep it secret. Even at Shrek, even as Ma Hongjun's descendant, if the three Empires ever saw her lose control, they'd slap the 'Evil Soul Master' label on her without hesitation."

The side dishes were ready. Time to speed things up—claim the third soul skill, pull their consciousness into the world, and unlock more possibilities.