An Zhen's Mission

"Gulp~"

An Zhen admired the shy yet seductive older sister.

With a beautiful companion by his side, no matter who she held in her heart or what she was thinking, enjoyment was always comfortable.

Living a second life, why overthink things? Happiness was what mattered most.

After savoring the older sister's morning moments, An Zhen went out to manifest cultivation for Wang Dong and Huo Yutong.

Eating, attending class.

Before long, Ning Tian and Wu Feng entered the classroom, their faces marked with obvious drowsiness.

Manifest cultivation, refresh status.

"Thanks!"

A glimmer of light flashed in Ning Tian's sapphire-blue eyes.

"Mm."

Her flame-like eyes fixed on An Zhen, her expression complex.

This morning, she had asked her lady, who said An Zhen had been with her all last night.

A heart demon?

Under the envious gazes of the other students, the three of them slumped onto their desks.

The same attire as yesterday, but the once-energetic Red Dragon girl now seemed distracted, her sheer black-stockinged calves casually crossed.

"Young master."

Wu Feng suddenly called out.

"!"

The golden-haired girl startled, her fair hand slipping free from An Zhen's grasp as she turned to Wu Feng with a composed expression. "Feng'er, what is it?"

"Young master, you want to take control of the sect, don't you?" Wu Feng asked with a serious face, a question that caught Ning Tian somewhat off guard.

"Mm." The girl's eyes held a vision of the future. Her slender fingers lightly brushed a strand of hair behind her ear as she took Wu Feng's hands. "Feng'er, I believe you'll help me."

"Mm."

The Red Dragon girl nodded firmly, a genuine smile spreading across her innocent cheeks.

Mm, her young master's hopes were her hopes.

She would definitely help the best Ning Tian realize her dreams.

Definitely!

As long as Ning Tian was happy and content, everything was worth it.

An Zhen quietly savored the beautiful emotions between the girls.

Love and affection were truly the beauty of the world.

What made people human was their rich and varied emotions.

They could make someone throw caution to the wind, even turn a prodigal son back to the right path.

Too bad.

An Zhen only liked being loved.

"An Zhen."

"Mm."

Ning Tian felt this was a good opportunity.

Her sapphire-blue eyes fixed on the boy's gaze, the golden-haired young lady issued an invitation, her words and expression brimming with hope. "An Zhen, would you be willing to help me?"

"Of course."

The boy nodded without hesitation.

"We're friends, after all. What I can help with, I naturally will."

But for now, that was where it ended.

"Thanks."

A radiant smile spread across Ning Tian's face.

This answer wasn't what she wanted.

The Red Dragon girl watched the scene quietly, her red lips pressed tight.

For the rest of the time, An Zhen didn't toy with the girl's hand again, instead putting on an appearance of diligently listening to the lesson.

Playing hard to get was an art.

Especially when the other party needed him badly.

Still, he needed to stoke the fire a little more.

Morning classes ended.

"An Zhen, want to go eat together?"

"No, Dean Yan gave me the status of a Core Disciple in the Martial Soul Department earlier. I'm bothering Senior Sister Zhang Lexuan to help me find a rather special cultivation technique."

The smile on Ning Tian's face instantly froze.

Core Disciple status in the Martial Soul Department?

When did this happen?

Of course, Ning Tian felt it was only natural for An Zhen to obtain this given his talent, but...

It felt like her beloved toy was about to be snatched away by someone else.

An Zhen returned to the dormitory, the aroma of delicious food wafting toward him.

Her jet-black hair was tied into a neat high ponytail, a black trench coat protecting her exquisite figure, her voluptuous and slender legs stepping in a pair of black knee-high boots. Today, she was the dashing and heroic older sister.

A strong urge to conquer stirred within him.

"Mmm."

Like a predator eyeing its prey, the lustful gaze stirred an unfamiliar feeling in the black-haired senior sister's heart. Suppressing her inner impulse, Zhang Lexuan got down to business.

"Once, a senior Super Douluo created a secret technique that might meet your requirements, An Zhen."

In truth, a technique of this level was beyond even An Zhen's current Core Disciple authority in the Martial Soul Department, but the Sea God Pavilion Head had specially approved it.

Zhang Lexuan gently took out three notebooks.

She had brought three similar ones.

The senior sister presented the one she recommended. "That senior's martial soul was a dream. Half of his consciousness lived in reality, and the other half lived in dreams. But cultivating this technique requires extremely strong soul power; otherwise, it's easy to lose the distinction between truth and illusion and go mad."

Zhang Lexuan thought of herself.

Before, she couldn't tell truth from illusion, stole An Zhen's first kiss, and hurt him.

"I have great confidence in my soul power."

The remaining two were created by someone whose martial soul was a shadow, which eventually allowed him to split himself into two people entirely. Another had a martial soul that was a spatial-attribute gourd, and he liked to crawl inside it and use it to hit people.

An Zhen decided to try the first one—Who Wakes First from the Great Dream.

But right now, in this perfect moment, he had something more important to do.

The youth reached out and grabbed the senior sister's calf, wrapped in her boot. "Senior Sister, I read about an interesting game in a book."

"Mmm~"

The dashing and heroic senior disciple was strolling along the Sea God Lake, but there was an indescribable strange look between her brows. If anyone observed closely, they would notice her walking posture was very off, as if her foot had gone numb, or she had injured it somehow.

She still had her shoes on.

"Senior Sister?"

A clear, cold voice rang out. A beautiful girl with snow-white hair stepped across the ice, her fair skin rivaling snow, her delicate face adorable yet wearing an aloof expression. Her frail figure seemed weightless, like a princess stepping out of an icy ancient kingdom.

"Luo Chen."

The gentle and serene senior sister nodded lightly.

"Senior Sister, are you taking a walk?"

"Mm. Nothing to do today, so I suddenly felt like strolling along the Sea God Lake."

This was An Zhen's task.

Afternoon class.

Virtual World.

Under Wu Feng's puzzled gaze, the usually lively youth picked up a book, placed it on the table, and began reading seriously.

For the sake of his wonderful nights... ah, no, for the sake of his future powerful self, An Zhen had to push himself.

Who Wakes First from the Great Dream was divided into three layers.

Enter Dream.

Illusion Dream.

Dream Awakening.

Enter Dream meant finding the dividing line between dream and reality, not splitting into two separate consciousnesses. For example, the left side of a line was reality, the right side was the dream. Enter Dream required An Zhen to stand on that line, with the left half of his body in reality and the right half in the dream.

Being able to stay on this dividing line meant Enter Dream was complete.

Illusion Dream required a long-term stay on the dividing line, able to simultaneously control the body in the dream and the body in reality. This adaptation phase was quite lengthy.

Dream Awakening meant becoming the dividing line itself—being the separation between dream and reality, able to freely control oneself in both reality and the dream.

The technique itself wasn't difficult—what made it hard was this particular skill, along with the formidable Spirit Power it demanded.

"Now, while opening the Virtual World, find the point where it touches reality."

"I wonder if my Spirit Power is enough."

The point of contact...

His intent settled.

The Heavenly Dao conveyed the command to the world.

A plain, unadorned wooden door appeared before An Zhen, with a sign hanging on it—Reality.