"If we're talking about multitasking cultivation techniques, the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Clan's method is the best. But over the years, the academy's predecessors have also created other methods for dividing one's focus. Each has its own strengths and weaknesses."
The black-haired senior sister swayed her long straight hair.
"You know my situation. I want to cultivate within my martial soul while still handling matters outside."
An Zhen had indeed considered the same thing.
However, under normal circumstances, that could only maintain the lowest cultivation speed. Otherwise, he would need other methods to strengthen his resistance against emotional Erosion.
As for creating one himself—
That was a little difficult.
Self-creation was not something one could make up out of thin air. It required a certain foundation of knowledge, and An Zhen did not possess those conditions. It was not as if he could simply think about it and make it happen.
An Zhen wanted to gather some methods for dividing one's focus. If there was a suitable one, that would be ideal. If not, he could use them as a foundation to create something adapted to himself.
"You're already a Core Disciple of the Martial Soul Department, so you have the authority for that. I'll look for them tomorrow." Zhang Lexuan turned over.
"Then I'll have to trouble you, Senior Sister."
An Zhen wrapped his arms around a pair of slender yet voluptuous legs clad in white stockings.
After some time, the handsome youth calmly curled up in a warm embrace, burying his head in a patch of softness as he closed his eyes.
An Zhen...
Eyes as gentle as a pool of clear water gazed tenderly at the youth in her arms.
He was an orphan too.
I'll take responsibility for you, even if you don't love me.
Stay at Shrek. This place will become your home.
Fair jade-like arms gently encircled the youth's body, carefully drawing him into her embrace so that her warm, delicate body could shield him as much as possible.
An Zhen told Huo Yutong and Wang Dong the version believed by the Sea God Pavilion's Senior Elders and Zhang Lexuan, leaving out the matter of his relationship with Zhang Lexuan.
"Is there something wrong with all those inner courtyard people? They keep causing trouble for us freshmen every single day."
Wang Dong fumed, recalling her previous encounter with Ma Xiaotao.
"That Senior Sister Zhang Lexuan... is she Eldest Senior Brother's sister?"
"Mm."
An Zhen nodded lightly. He had mentioned this during the day. "Their grand-ancestor—the old man who usually suns himself outside the freshman dormitory building—is the continent's strongest person today. He is a level ninety-nine Ultimate Douluo capable of rivaling Di Tian, the Golden Eyed Black Dragon King and number one on the ferocious beast ranking list: Dragon God Douluo Mu En."
The two girls were stunned.
"Damn! An Zhen, you're not messing with me, are you?"
Wang Dong was shocked. An Ultimate Douluo spent every day sunning himself at the entrance to the freshman dormitory building?
"Holy Light Dragon. I copied my Holy Light Dragon from him."
Wang Dong believed him.
Holy Light Dragon—over the past several centuries, only the former Dragon God Douluo had possessed it.
"So Eldest Senior Brother's background is actually that incredible."
Huo Yutong was shocked.
A level ninety-nine Ultimate Douluo.
There really were experts of that level in the world.
It seemed the person Sister Tianmeng usually hid from was that old man.
"Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, one of the Three Great Clans that has been passed down for ten thousand years."
An Zhen pulled the blue-haired little cutie into his arms. "Yutong is amazing too. On the second day of school, she suppressed the Young Master of the Clear Sky Sect."
"Huh?!"
The loli was a little dazed.
Half a second later, her brilliant deep-blue eyes turned toward Wang Dong.
"Hehe." The exquisite, flawless girl proudly raised her chin. "I originally wanted to get along with you all as an ordinary person, but I'm done pretending. That's right, I'm the Young Master of the Clear Sky Sect!"
"Oh."
The blue-haired loli nodded lightly.
"Hey, hey, hey! Yutong, can't you at least look shocked?"
Wang Dong'er put her hands on her hips. "Where did that shocked expression on your face just now go?"
Huo Yutong tried.
Huo Yutong gave up.
"Wang Dong, I can't do it."
The little cutie had no way to satisfy her friend's request.
"Ahhh!"
Wang Dong bristled.
Their usual cultivation continued.
Huo Yutong engraved the core formation of a soul tool.
After watching the little loli return to their dormitory, the pink-blue-haired beauty, dressed only in a white knee-length dress, immediately threw herself into An Zhen's arms. Her soft cherry lips skillfully enveloped the youth's lips.
After a while, the girl nestled in An Zhen's arms, her dreamlike long hair scattered casually around her.
Her little head rested quietly against the youth's chest. Her pink-blue eyes stared blankly at his cheek as her clear voice spoke of her worries. "An Zhen, I really wanted to hug and kiss you during the day. When you didn't come back that night, you really scared me."
"I promise there definitely won't be a next time."
An Zhen gently kissed Wang Dong'er's fair cheek, their temples brushing together.
"But I feel so sorry for Yutong. The more intimate I am with you every night, the less I want to pay attention to you during the day. It feels like only seeing you be close with Yutong can ease some of the guilt in my heart."
Uh, why did that sound a little strange?
"Bad man."
Her watery, bright eyes gazed tenderly at her beloved. A pair of fair jade-like arms looped around An Zhen's neck. "When are you planning to tell Yutong about us?"
There was truly only a bubble left between An Zhen and Huo Yutong, one that would burst at the slightest poke.
Yet An Zhen had delayed taking action.
"Yutong is somewhat insecure because of her abilities and past. Only when she grows on her own and the title of genius is placed upon her too will it be the most appropriate opportunity."
They were like Tang Ya and Beibei.
An Zhen and Wang Dong were far too dazzling.
Huo Yutong's current efforts were not solely because she wanted to grow stronger and take revenge. She also wanted to stand shoulder to shoulder with the two of them.
If he rashly revealed their relationship—
An Zhen feared this child would place even more pressure on herself.
She was not a girl who wanted to rely only on her partner. Just like Tang Ya, she wanted to possess the ability to face the future together with an even more dazzling other half.
Damn Duchess White Tiger!
"Fine."
After a while, Wang Dong'er tossed aside a pair of white socks and happily lay on the bed reading comics.
Inside a freshman girls' dormitory.
The red-haired girl sitting cross-legged on the bed opened her eyes for who knew how many times.
That guy still had not begun cultivating?
Knock, knock, knock!
In the middle of the night, someone suddenly knocked on the dormitory door.
The blonde girl in a white nightgown abruptly stood up. Her fair bare feet stepped over the carpeted floor as she hurried forward with a delighted expression to open the door.
Wu Feng:?
Who would visit in the middle of the night? And why was the Young Master so happy?
Before Wu Feng's disbelieving eyes, the black-haired youth carried the blonde girl in a princess hold. Her fair jade-like arms circled his neck as she passionately offered him her fragrant kiss.
NPC puppet Ning Tian, clingy girlfriend mode.
"An Zhen!"
Wu Feng roared and was about to charge forward, but a figure rushed at her and pinned her directly onto the bed.
Her crimson eyes widened as Wu Feng stared in shock at the person pressing down on her. That was... herself!
"Wu Feng, what are you doing? Are you trying to harm Ning Tian?"
"I'm not!"
Wu Feng retorted.
In an instant, the scenery around them rapidly changed. Ning Tian vanished, and An Zhen vanished as well.
"Then why are you stopping them!"
"Because you like Ning Tian!"
"Wu Feng NPC" roared.
Wu Feng tried to use her Soul Power, but she could not feel even a trace of strength throughout her body.
"Because of your selfish desires, are you going to kill the Young Master?"
"I'm not." She loved the Young Master so much. How could she possibly harm her?
The two identical red-haired girls fiercely grabbed each other's shoulders, wrestling and rolling around on the ground.
(As someone from the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Clan, you should know very well that your relationship with Ning Tian is destined not to be accepted by those old fogeys.)
"So what!"
(If Ning Tian wants to become clan leader, she must have a powerful male spouse. If she does not end up with An Zhen, do you want Ning Tian to be with a strange man?)
The scenes around them changed rapidly.
To Wu Feng's astonishment, the strange existence that looked exactly like her disappeared. Ning Tian, dressed in red bridal robes, appeared before her. Ning Tian smiled through her tears and boarded a wedding carriage.
The scene changed once more.
The blonde girl in bridal robes lay on the ground, a clear handprint on her fair cheek. A black-haired, faceless man laughed wildly.
"Bastard!"
Wu Feng wanted to rush forward and tear that man into ten thousand pieces, but her body seemed to lose all strength in an instant, collapsing limply to the ground.
(Congratulations. Through your efforts, Ning Tian has ended up with a talented but morally corrupt man.)
(Ning Tian is very unhappy. With a discordant family and insufficient strength to suppress the other voices in the clan, she is growing more haggard by the day.)
Ning Tian appeared before Wu Feng. The light had vanished from her azure eyes, leaving only exhaustion. Her skin was no longer supple and tender, and several red marks had even appeared on it.
The previous voice lingered by Wu Feng's ears like an inner demon.
"This is fake!"
The Red Dragon Girl roared.
"Even without An Zhen, I can protect the Young Master."
(The direct daughter of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Clan enjoys the clan's benefits, so she must fulfill the corresponding obligations.)
(If Ning Tian does not become the clan leader, do you want to see how many connections the new clan leader can gain by using your Young Master?)
(Wu Feng, why are you so selfish? You keep saying that you love Ning Tian, yet you never consider her. Do you know what she wants? Do you know what dreams she has?)
"I'm not!!!"
"Feng Mei."
A crisp voice rang out, instantly snapping Wu Feng awake from the rage that had consumed her. She saw a trace of life, a trace of hope, emerge 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 could not refuse the Young Master.
(A descendant 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 clan leader, suppress every voice within the clan, and fulfill her dreams. You will also be able to stay with Ning Tian for the rest of your life.)
(Wu Feng, isn't this good?)
(Or are you going to personally destroy Ning Tian's dreams?)
"An Zhen, is Feng Mei okay?"
The blonde girl in a nightgown anxiously looked at the youth beside her.
"Just a nightmare," said the culprit lightly.
An inner demon.
A brush through which the Heavenly Dao freely wrote upon others.
An Zhen did not expect a false, flaw-ridden illusion to change someone's thoughts, but without question, it would plant a seed.
After all, it was an inner demon.
And he believed in Wu Feng's love for Ning Tian.
Love was great. Love could change many things.
That was what the arrogant transmigrator thought.
"The ending will be a good one." An Zhen smiled at Ning Tian.
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