The World's Rejection

"Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon."

"Neither lightning nor light. The Bloodline of Beibei is still unstable at this stage."

In the virtual world, An Zhen spoke as he watched Huo Yutong, who was wolfing down food, and the man and woman sitting opposite her.

An Zhen quietly watched them discuss him.

An Zhen had indeed fought with his roommate earlier. He wanted a private Space, and the other party agreed, but the condition was to resolve the issue in the way of soul masters, which meant fighting. The roommate was named Huang Chutian, a minor character from the original work with a bit of screen time. He was a passionate guy and even wanted to acknowledge An Zhen as his elder brother afterward, but An Zhen refused.

"I wonder if the others have arrived yet."

An Zhen thought of the little geniuses from the original work.

Second Soul Skill, Tuo Yin.

People, objects, martial souls, and everything in the real world could appear in his virtual world. However, once they left the scope of his virtual world, they would disappear unless he touched them beforehand. But this could only be used on people, and it would refresh every time he closed his martial soul virtual world.

With Tuo Yin, he could keep its projection in his virtual world.

He had originally Tuo Yin-ed many low-level Soul Tools, the martial souls of the Hongchen siblings...

However, these things definitely couldn't be displayed at Shrek Academy, so he dispelled them all except for Meng Hongchen.

Meng Hongchen...

Except for the time in the orphanage before the age of six, after being adopted by the Hongchen Family, Xiao Hongchen and Meng Hongchen treated him very well. Their food, clothing, and cultivation expenses were all excellent.

"Forget it, let's cultivate."

A luxurious large bed appeared out of thin air.

He sat cross-legged on it.

An Zhen currently had two sets of meditation techniques he was learning. One was a top-tier meditation technique passed down from the Hongchen Family, and the other was an ordinary meditation technique from the Douling Empire, used to hide his identity.

But in reality, meditation techniques didn't help him much.

From a different perspective, in Shrek Academy, a giant illusory sphere rhythmically expanded and contracted, like a living creature breathing. This was the world breathing. With each inhale and exhale, wisps of life force emerged from surrounding creatures and were absorbed by it. Sunlight, gentle breezes, and some tangible and intangible things were all absorbed by its instinct.

Cultivation techniques themselves were methods humans devised based on their own body structures to perceive heavenly laws or imitate powerful beings to absorb heavenly energy. The world's own absorption method was essentially a God Rank cultivation technique.

As for why An Zhen was only a Level 23 Great Soul Master now.

A pair of black eyes, which seemed to be able to encompass everything, opened, a hint of helplessness flashing within them.

Only here was the repulsion slightly weaker.

For An Zhen, the world was his soul. The world was constantly and silently absorbing heavenly energy, and his soul was also slowly growing stronger, but his soul power cultivation did not increase rapidly.

The reason for this.

It was because he was rejected by heaven and earth.

To the Douluo world, he was a thief, a thief who stole the power of heaven and earth.

Although this power was not even a drop in the ocean for this world, a thief was still a thief. He was now like a bacterium to a human body in the Douluo world. Although having only him wouldn't have any impact, how could humans harbor good intentions towards harmful bacteria? Even if it was an unconscious rejection, for An Zhen, it was an irresistible force.

When he first awakened, his cultivation speed was like that of a normal innate full soul power genius. Then, as his cultivation increased, it became slower and slower until now. An Zhen's cultivation speed in the outside world was one-tenth of the original. In the virtual world, his cultivation speed with external Reflection was two-fifths. With his Level 23 cultivation, it was evident that An Zhen usually worked very hard.

"Sigh~"

It was just a small world.

Weak and pitiful.

How could it possibly compare to the Douluo world?

The reason An Zhen convinced Jing Hongchen was also this. He felt that Shrek Academy might have a way to solve this problem.

Jing Hongchen did not know that An Zhen was being rejected by the world. However, he believed that Shrek Academy's research on martial souls was the best in the world. If anyone in the world could solve this problem, it would be here.

And the person An Zhen thought of who could solve this problem.

The Child of Destiny!

The world favored Huo Yutong. So, if Huo Yutong favored him, wouldn't the problem be solved?

As for confronting the world head-on.

What kind of egg liked to hit a rock? Moreover, if this were used as a metaphor, in front of the world, this rock, he wasn't even an egg.

Cultivation, this process of constantly becoming stronger, was a very addictive thing for An Zhen.

The sky gradually darkened.

The flow of time in the virtual world was the same as in the outside world.

Returning to reality.

He dispelled the lounge chair, went to the small food street outside to pack some Barbecue, and returned to the Dormitory.

Room 110, Dormitory.

He pushed the door open. A luxurious large bed occupied most of the Space, leaving only a bathtub and a wardrobe.

He couldn't mistreat himself.

Having been reborn, he would eat well, drink well, sleep well, play well, and do as he pleased.

Living a transmigration life and still acting like a beast of burden? That would make his transmigration a waste!

He took out a quilt from the bottom of the wardrobe. Silk, down, and wool – all materials sourced from soul beasts with hundreds of years of cultivation.

Food, drink, clothing, and daily necessities. On the surface, most of the City Lord's funding went towards these. For example, what An Zhen ate for lunch alone cost thirty-five gold soul coins. He spent lavishly on these things without a second thought, making sure every coin was spent where it mattered.

"Knock, knock, knock!"

An Zhen knocked on 108's Dormitory door.

"Open up, I'm bringing warmth."

"Click~"

A sliver of the door opened. Seeing who it was, Huo Yutong's face lit up with joy, and her crisp, youthful voice rang out, "An Zhen big brother, what is it?"

An Zhen looked into the Dormitory. It was still two wooden bunk beds.

"Bringing warmth."

An Zhen tossed the quilt he was holding directly onto the bed beneath the lower bunk, where a basin of water sat.

Before Huo Yutong could speak, An Zhen, frowning, asked, "What's wrong with your voice?"

"Ah? This, I had a bit of a cold earlier, and my voice got a little strange. I feel much better now, and my voice is back to normal," Loli explained, flustered.

"Strange? I think it sounds lovely, soft and sweet. I've dreamed of having a sister with such a beautiful voice," An Zhen countered earnestly.

"Don't refuse the quilt."

An Zhen pulled a small chicken drumstick from the bag he was carrying and directly stuffed it into Huo Yutong's cherry-like mouth, silencing her before she could speak.

"You probably didn't eat anything good this afternoon. I packed some soul beast meat. It's not nutritionally balanced, but it's nutritious. And a bottle of plum juice. This meat is quite oily."

"There."

Setting the bag down, An Zhen, having completed his daily feeding, couldn't resist ruffling Loli's hair. "Don't waste food. I'm leaving. Get some good rest."

"An Zhen big brother!"

"Why are you so good to me?"

Her azure bangs obscured her radiant eyes as Loli lowered her head, hiding the complex emotions on her face. Her pearly white teeth bit down on her thin Cherry Lips.

"An is kind-hearted. He can't stand seeing people live so miserably, especially when it's happening right next door."

An Zhen lived in luxury in his Dormitory. The thought of Loli next door, who didn't even have a quilt and usually ate only vegetables and bean sprouts, truly bothered him.

"An Zhen big brother..."

A faint mist of water gathered in her bright, soulful eyes.

Virtual World.

"Hehehe, cute Xiao Yutong!"

A handsome young man held a petite and adorable figure in his arms. A form-fitting black and white maid dress perfectly accentuated her nascent curves. Her small, underdeveloped chest was also cute, and her small, perky hips were beautiful and alluring. Thin white stockings encased her slender, fair legs, and her delicate, white-stocking-clad feet were dainty.

Petite and cute, but too frail.

Completely malnourished.

"Damn Duchess White Tiger!"

This person wasn't just jealous; she was malicious.

His rosy fingertips gently traced her white-stocking-clad feet.

"Hmm?"

The young man, holding the soft, cute Xiangxiang, was playing with an ice cream when a look of confusion flickered across his face.

Just now, something tried to forcefully break into his virtual world. Although An Zhen could have stopped it, the other party's weak aura and the world's instinctive desire for it made An Zhen feel it would be better to consume it.

"..."

A pair of eyes, as brilliant as stars, slowly blinked open. Strange sensations continuously stimulated her senses. "An Zhen big brother?"

Was she dreaming?

An Zhen:?

The young man turned his head mechanically, meeting those bright, hazy, yet undeniably lively eyes.

Looking at the white-stocking-clad little foot that had already touched his chin, An Zhen felt he might still be able to explain or deceive his way out of this.

"Actually, you're dreaming."

The young man's voice was incredibly sincere.

"Huh?!"

This wasn't a dream!