Wu Feng's "Inner Demon"

"When it comes to techniques for dividing one's focus, the methods of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Clan are considered the best. However, over the years, various academy seniors have also created other focus-dividing techniques, each with its own strengths and weaknesses."

The long-haired senior swayed her flowing black hair.

"You know my situation. I want to be able to cultivate within my Martial Soul while also managing external affairs."

An Zhen indeed had the same idea.

However, under such circumstances, one could generally only maintain the lowest cultivation speed. Otherwise, one would need to resort to other means to increase emotional resistance to erosion.

As for creating one's own technique...

It was a bit difficult.

Creating something wasn't about conjuring it out of thin air; it required a certain level of knowledge to innovate. An Zhen did not possess that prerequisite. It wasn't like he could just think it up and have it materialize.

An Zhen wanted to gather some focus-dividing techniques. If he found a suitable one, great. If not, he would use them as a foundation for self-adaptation and creation.

"You're already a core disciple of the Martial Soul department. You have the authority for this. I'll go look for them tomorrow," Zhang Lexuan rolled over.

"Thank you for your trouble, senior sister."

An Zhen hugged a pair of slender yet full white-silk-clad legs.

A while later, the handsome youth, with a calm expression, curled up in a warm embrace, his face buried in softness, his eyes closed.

An Zhen...

Her eyes, like clear water, gazed tenderly at the youth in her arms.

He was an orphan too.

I will be responsible for you, even if you don't love me.

Stay at Shrek. This place will become your home.

Her fair arms gently wrapped around the youth's body, carefully pulling him closer, her warm, delicate body doing its best to shield him.

An Zhen told Huo Yutong and Wang Dong the versions that the Sea God Pavilion elder and Zhang Lexuan had shared, omitting the part about what happened with Zhang Lexuan.

"What's wrong with these people in the inner court? They're always causing trouble for us new students," Wang Dong huffed indignantly, recalling her previous encounter with Ma Xiaotao.

"Is that senior sister Zhang Lexuan the eldest disciple brother's sister?"

"Yes."

An Zhen nodded gently. He had mentioned this during the day. "Their Xuan Ancestor, the old man who usually sunbathes in front of the new student Dormitory building, is the strongest person on the continent today, a Rank 99 Limit Douluo comparable to the strongest beast on the Fierce Beast Ranking, the Golden-Eyed Black Dragon King Di Tian. He is the Dragon God Douluo Mu En."

The two girls:!

"No way! An Zhen, you're not bluffing me, are you?" Wang Dong was shocked. A Limit Douluo, sunbathing at the entrance of the new student Dormitory building every day?

"The Holy Light Dragon, my Holy Light Dragon was copied from him."

Wang Dong believed him.

The Holy Light Dragon had indeed only been possessed by the Dragon God Douluo in centuries past.

"So the eldest disciple brother's background is this formidable," Huo Yutong was shocked.

A Rank 99 Limit Douluo.

Such a powerful existence actually existed in the world.

It seemed that the person Sister Tianmeng usually hid from was this old man.

"The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, one of the three great sects with a legacy of ten thousand years." An Zhen pulled the blue-haired little cutie into his arms. "Yutong, you're also very impressive. You suppressed the young master of the Clear Sky Sect on the second day of school."

"Huh?!" Loli was a bit bewildered.

Half a second later, her radiant, deep blue eyes looked at Wang Dong.

"Heh heh." The exquisite and flawless girl proudly tilted her chin. "I originally wanted to interact with you all as an ordinary person, but I can't pretend anymore. That's right, this young lady is the young master of the Clear Sky Sect!"

"Oh." The blue-haired Loli nodded gently.

"Hey, hey, hey! Yutong, can't you show a little shock?" Wang Dong put her hands on her hips. "Where did the shock on your face just now go?"

Huo Yutong tried.

Huo Yutong gave up.

"Wang Dong, I can't do it."

Little Cutie couldn't fulfill her friend's request.

"Ahhh!"

Wang Dong's fur bristled.

Daily training.

Huo Yutong engraved a soul guiding core formation.

After watching Little Loli return to her dorm, the next moment, a beautiful girl with long, pink-blue hair, wearing only a white knee-length dress, threw herself into An Zhen's arms. Her thin, cherry lips skillfully latched onto the young man's mouth.

After a while, the girl nestled in An Zhen's arms, her dreamlike long hair casually falling around them.

Her small head rested quietly on the young man's chest, her pink-blue eyes staring blankly at his face. Her ethereal voice expressed her worry, "An Zhen, I really wanted to hug you and kiss you today. I was so scared when you didn't come back that night."

"I promise, there won't be a next time."

An Zhen gently kissed Wang Dong's fair, tender cheek, whispering in her ear.

"But I feel so sorry for Yutong. The more intimate we are at night, the more I don't want to talk to you during the day. Seeing you and Yutong being close seems to alleviate some of my guilt."

Uh, that sounds a bit strange.

"Bad guy."

Her clear, large eyes gazed tenderly at her lover. A pair of fair arms wrapped around An Zhen's neck. "When do you plan to tell Yutong about us?"

It felt like there was only a bubble left between An Zhen and Huo Yutong, ready to pop at the slightest touch.

But An Zhen delayed taking action.

"Yutong is a bit insecure about her abilities and her past. We need to let her grow on her own, let the title of genius be bestowed upon her. That will be the most suitable moment."

They were like Tang Ya and Beibei.

An Zhen and Wang Dong were too dazzling.

Huo Yutong's current efforts were not just for revenge, but also to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with them.

If their relationship were revealed rashly...

An Zhen feared that this girl would put even more pressure on herself.

She wasn't the type of girl who wanted to rely solely on her partner. Just like Tang Ya, they wanted to possess the ability to face the future alongside their even more dazzling partners.

Damn Duchess White Tiger!

"Fine."

After a while, discarding a pair of white socks, Wang Dong happily lay on the bed reading comics.

In a freshman girls' dormitory.

The red-haired girl sitting cross-legged on the bed opened her eyes for the umpteenth time.

Has that guy started cultivating yet?

"Knock, knock, knock!"

In the dead of night, the dormitory door was suddenly knocked upon.

The blonde girl in a white nightgown suddenly stood up. Her fair feet stepped onto the carpeted floor. With a look of delight, she quickly walked to the gate.

Wu Feng:?

Who would visit so late at night? And why is the young master so happy?

Under Wu Feng's disbelieving gaze, the black-haired young man held the blonde girl in a princess carry. Her fair arms wrapped around his neck as she passionately offered him a kiss.

NPC doll Ning Tian, clingy girlfriend mode.

"An Zhen!"

Wu Feng roared and was about to charge forward, but a figure rushed over and pinned her to the bed.

Her crimson eyes widened. Wu Feng stared in surprise at the person pressing down on her. It was... her!

"Wu Feng, what are you doing? Are you trying to harm Ning Tian!"

"I'm not!"

Wu Feng retorted.

In an instant, the surrounding scenery changed rapidly. Ning Tian disappeared, and An Zhen also vanished.

"Then why are you stopping them!"

"Because you like Ning Tian!"

The "Wu Feng NPC" roared.

Wu Feng wanted to use her Soul Power, but she couldn't feel any strength in her body.

"Because of your selfish desires, are you trying to kill the young master!"

"I'm not." How could I harm the young master when I love him so much?

Two identical red-haired girls gripped each other's shoulders, wrestling and tumbling on the ground.

(As a member of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Clan, you should know very well that your relationship with Ning Tian is destined not to be recognized by those old fogeys.)

"So what!"

(If she wants to become the sect master, Ning Tian must have a powerful male partner. If she doesn't get together with An Zhen, do you want Ning Tian to be with a stranger!)

The surrounding scenery changed rapidly.

To Wu Feng's astonishment, the strange being that looked exactly like her disappeared. Ning Tian, dressed in a red wedding gown, appeared before her. Ning Tian smiled through tears and boarded the bridal carriage.

The scene changed again.

A blonde girl in a wedding dress lay on the ground, a clear handprint on her fair cheek. A faceless black-haired man laughed maniacally.

"Bastard!"

Wu Feng wanted to rush forward and tear the guy to shreds, but her body seemed to instantly lose all strength, collapsing to the ground.

(Congratulations, with your efforts, Ning Tian is now with a man who has good talent but poor character.)

(Ning Tian is very unhappy. Coupled with family discord and not having enough power to suppress the other voices in the sect, she grows increasingly haggard.)

Ning Tian's figure appeared before Wu Feng, her beautiful sapphire eyes losing their sparkle, leaving only exhaustion. Her skin was no longer supple, and there were even a few red marks.

The previous voice lingered in Wu Feng's ears like a demon.

"This is fake!"

The Red Dragon girl shouted.

"Even without An Zhen, I can protect the young mistress."

(As the legitimate daughter of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Clan, you enjoy the sect's benefits, so you must fulfill corresponding obligations.)

(If Ning Tian doesn't become the sect master, do you want to see how much influence the new sect master can gain by using your young mistress?)

(Wu Feng, why are you so selfish? You claim to love Ning Tian, but you never consider her. Do you know what she wants? Do you know what her dreams are!)

"I don't!!!"

"Feng Mei."

A crisp voice rang out, instantly waking Wu Feng, who was consumed by rage. She saw a flicker of life, a glimmer of hope, appear on the blonde girl's despairing face.

Wu Feng knew she was fake.

"Don't let me become like this, okay?" the blonde girl pleaded.

"Okay."

But, but she couldn't refuse the young mistress.

(A junior who defeated the Dragon God Douluo at the age of eleven, Wu Feng, he likes you. You, Ning Tian, and An Zhen can live together, Ning Tian will be very happy, she will become the sect master, suppress all voices within the sect, and realize her dream. You can also stay with Ning Tian for a lifetime.)

(Wu Feng, isn't this good?)

(Or do you want to personally destroy Ning Tian's dream.)

"An Zhen, is Feng Mei okay?"

A blonde girl in a nightgown anxiously looked at the boy beside her.

"A nightmare," the culprit said dismissively.

A demon of the heart.

The Heavenly Dao's brush, writing freely on others.

An Zhen didn't expect that a false, flawed illusion could change someone's mind, but it would undoubtedly plant a seed.

After all, it was a demon of the heart.

And he believed in Wu Feng's love for Ning Tian.

Love is great; love can change many things.

The arrogant transmigrator thought so.

"The ending will be good," An Zhen said to Ning Tian with a smile.