"Gulp~"
An Zhen admired the shy yet alluring older sister.
With a beauty by his side, no matter who was in her heart or what she was thinking, enjoyment was always pleasant.
Having lived another life, why think so much? Being happy was what mattered most.
After enjoying his morning with the older sister, An Zhen went out to manifest cultivation for Wang Dong and Huo Yutong.
They ate and attended class.
Before long, Ning Tian and Wu Feng arrived in the classroom, obvious drowsiness written across their faces.
Their cultivation was manifested, refreshing their condition.
"Thank you!"
A gleam flashed through Ning Tian's sapphire-blue eyes.
"Mm."
Her flame-like eyes watched An Zhen, her expression complicated.
She had asked her young miss this morning, and Ning Tian had said that An Zhen had been with her all night.
An inner demon?
Under the envious gazes of the other students, the three of them lay sprawled across their desks.
They wore the exact same outfits as yesterday, but the Red Dragon Girl, who had originally been brimming with energy, now looked absent-minded, her black-stockinged calves faintly revealing their flesh as they rested casually propped up.
"Young Master."
Wu Feng suddenly called out.
"!"
The golden-haired girl jolted in surprise. Her fair hand struggled free from An Zhen's, and she naturally turned to Wu Feng. "Feng Mei, what is it?"
"Young Master, you want to take control of the sect, right?" Wu Feng asked seriously, posing a question that surprised Ning Tian somewhat.
"Mm." The girl's eyes were filled with anticipation for the future. She lightly brushed aside the hair by her ear with her slender fingers, then took Wu Feng's hands. "Feng Mei, I believe you'll definitely help me."
"Mm."
The Red Dragon Girl nodded heavily, a heartfelt smile appearing on her adorably guileless face.
Yes, her young master's hopes were her hopes.
She would definitely help the best Ning Tian fulfill her dream.
Definitely!
As long as Ning Tian was happy and fulfilled, everything would be worth it.
An Zhen quietly admired the beautiful feelings between the girls.
Love and affection truly were wonderful things in this world.
Humans were called humans because they possessed rich and varied emotions.
They could make someone throw caution to the wind, and even make a wayward man turn back.
Unfortunately.
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. The Golden-Haired Young Miss extended an invitation, her words and expression filled with hope. "An Zhen, are you willing to help me?"
"Of course."
The boy nodded without a moment's hesitation.
"We're friends. Naturally, I'll help if I can."
But for now, that was all.
"Thank you."
A brilliant smile appeared on Ning Tian's face.
That was not the answer she wanted.
The Red Dragon Girl quietly watched the scene, her red lips pressed tightly together.
For the rest of the time, An Zhen no longer played with the girl's hand and instead looked as though he were seriously listening to class.
Playing hard to get was an art.
Especially when the other party needed him badly.
Still, he needed to add a little more fuel to the fire.
The morning classes ended.
"An Zhen, want to go eat together?"
"No. Dean Yan previously gave me the status of a core disciple in the Martial Soul Department, so I asked 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 had that happened?
Of course, Ning Tian felt it was perfectly normal for An Zhen to receive it given his talent, but...
It felt as though someone else was about to snatch away her beloved toy.
An Zhen returned to the dormitory, where the scent of delicious food greeted him.
Her jet-black hair was tied into a neat high ponytail. A black trench coat protected her exquisite figure, while her full, slender legs were clad in black knee-high boots. Today, the older sister looked valiant and heroic.
It really made him want to conquer her.
"Mm."
His desire-filled gaze, like that of a predator staring at its prey, stirred an unusual feeling in the black-haired senior sister's heart. Suppressing the impulse within herself, Zhang Lexuan got to the point.
"A Secret Technique created by a Super Douluo senior might suit your requirements, An Zhen."
In truth, even An Zhen's current authority as a core disciple of the Martial Soul Department was insufficient to access something of this level, but the Sea God Pavilion Head had granted special approval.
Zhang Lexuan gently took out three books.
She had brought three similar ones.
The senior sister picked up the one she recommended. "That senior's martial soul was dreams. Half of his consciousness lived in reality, while the other half lived in dreams. However, cultivating this technique requires extremely powerful soul strength. Otherwise, one may very well become unable to distinguish reality from illusion and turn into a madman."
Zhang Lexuan thought of herself.
Previously, she had been unable to distinguish reality from illusion, stolen An Zhen's first kiss, and even hurt him.
"I have great confidence in my soul strength."
Of the remaining two books, one had been created by someone whose martial soul was a shadow. By the later stages, he had even completely turned himself into two people. The other had been created by someone with a gourd martial soul possessing spatial attributes, who liked to crawl into the gourd and use it to beat people.
An Zhen planned to try the first one—Who Wakes First from the Great Dream.
But at such a wonderful moment, he had something even more important to do.
The boy reached out and grabbed the senior sister's calf, wrapped in a long boot. "Senior Sister, I read about an interesting way to play in a book."
"Mm~"
The valiant and heroic Senior Sister was taking a walk along Sea God Lake. However, there was an unmistakably strange expression lingering between the beauty's brows. If anyone looked closely, they would notice that the way she walked was quite wrong, as if her feet had gone numb—or perhaps as if they had suffered some kind of injury.
She was still wearing shoes on her feet.
"Senior Sister?"
A cool voice rang out. A beautiful girl with snow-white hair approached across the ice. Her fair skin rivaled snow, and her delicate face was adorable, though her expression remained icy. Her frail body seemed almost weightless, like a princess who had stepped out of an ancient kingdom of ice.
"Luo Chen."
The gentle and serene senior sister nodded lightly.
"Senior Sister, are you taking a walk?"
"Mm. I had nothing to do today, so I suddenly wanted to stroll along Sea God Lake."
This was An Zhen's task.
Afternoon class.
Virtual World.
Under Wu Feng's puzzled gaze, the usually lively boy directly took out a book, placed it on the desk, and began reading it seriously.
For the sake of his wonderful nightlife... ahem, no, for the sake of becoming stronger in the future, An Zhen had to push himself.
Who Wakes First from the Great Dream had three levels in total.
Enter Dream.
Illusion Dream.
Dream Awakening.
Enter Dream was about finding the dividing line between dreams and reality, not becoming two separate consciousnesses. For example, the left side of a line was reality and the right side was dreams. 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 remain on that dividing line meant that Enter Dream had been completed.
Illusion Dream required one to remain on the dividing line for a long time, able to simultaneously control the body in the dream and reality. This adaptation period was rather lengthy.
Dream Awakening meant becoming that dividing line oneself. One became the boundary between dreams and reality, able to freely control oneself in both reality and dreams.
The cultivation technique itself was not difficult. What was difficult was mastering this technique, as well as meeting its demand for powerful soul strength.
"Now, while opening the Virtual World, find its point of contact with reality."
"I wonder whether my soul strength is enough."
The point of contact...
His will descended.
The Heavenly Dao conveyed his command to the world.
A plain wooden door appeared before An Zhen, with a sign hanging from it—Reality.
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