"Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon."
"Neither lightning nor light. Beibei's bloodline was still unstable at this stage."
In the Virtual World, An Zhen spoke as he watched Huo Yutong eating while the young man and woman seated across from her discussed him.
An Zhen quietly watched them talk about him.
An Zhen had indeed fought his roommate earlier. He wanted some private space, and the other party had agreed, but on the condition that they settled it the way Soul Masters did: through battle. The guy was named Huang Chutian, a minor passerby with some screen time in the original story. He was a pretty passionate fellow and had even wanted to acknowledge An Zhen as his boss afterward, but An Zhen refused.
"I wonder if the others have arrived yet."
An Zhen thought of those little geniuses from the original story.
Second Soul Skill, Imprint.
People, objects, martial souls—everything from the real world could appear in his Virtual World. But once they left the area covered by his Virtual World, they would disappear unless he had touched them beforehand. However, that only worked on people, and every time he closed his martial soul, the Virtual World would refresh once.
But with Imprint, he could leave their projections behind in the Virtual World.
He had originally imprinted many low-level Soul Tools, as well as the martial souls of the Hongchen siblings...
But he definitely could not display those things at Shrek Academy, so he dispersed everything except Meng Hongchen.
Meng Hongchen...
Other than his time at the orphanage before he was six, Xiao Hongchen and Meng Hongchen had treated him very well after the Hongchen Family adopted him. His food, clothing, cultivation resources, and daily expenses had all been excellent.
"Forget it. Time to cultivate."
A luxurious king-sized bed appeared out of thin air.
He sat cross-legged on it.
An Zhen currently studied two meditation methods. One was the top-tier meditation method passed down through the Hongchen Family, while the other was an ordinary meditation method from the Dou Ling Empire, which he used to conceal his identity.
But in truth, meditation methods did not help him much.
From a different perspective, within Shrek Academy, a massive illusory sphere rhythmically expanded and contracted like a living creature breathing. It was the world breathing. With every inhale and exhale, strands of vitality rose from the surrounding living beings and were absorbed by it. Sunlight, breezes, and all manner of tangible and intangible things were instinctively absorbed as well.
Cultivation methods were originally created by people according to their own bodily structures, allowing them to sense the laws of heaven and earth or imitate powerful beings to absorb the energy of heaven and earth. The world's own method of absorption was itself a God Rank cultivation method.
As for why An Zhen was only a Level 23 Soul Grandmaster now...
A pair of black eyes that seemed capable of containing everything opened, a trace of helplessness flashing through them.
Only here was the rejection slightly weaker.
To An Zhen, the world was his soul. The world quietly absorbed the energy of heaven and earth at every moment, and his soul slowly grew stronger as well, yet his Soul Power cultivation did not increase very quickly.
The reason was simple.
He had been rejected by heaven and earth.
To the Douluo World, he was a thief—a thief who stole the power of heaven and earth.
Although that power was not even a drop in the ocean to this world, a thief was still a thief. To the Douluo World, he was like a bacterium inside a human body. One bacterium alone might not have any effect, but how could a person possibly feel goodwill toward harmful bacteria? Even if it was merely instinctive rejection from the world, it was still an irresistible force to An Zhen.
When he had first awakened, his cultivation speed had been comparable to that of an ordinary Innate Full Soul Power genius. Then it slowed as his cultivation rose, until now, when his cultivation speed in the outside world was only one-tenth of what it had been. Cultivating in the Virtual World and having it reflect into reality gave him two-fifths of his original speed. The fact that he had still reached Level 23 showed just how hard An Zhen usually worked.
"Ahh..."
He was merely a small world.
Weak and pitiful.
How could he possibly compete with the Douluo World?
This was also the reason An Zhen had used to persuade Jing Hongchen. He believed Shrek Academy might have a solution.
Jing Hongchen did not know that An Zhen was being rejected by the world, but he believed Shrek Academy's research into martial souls was the best in the entire world. If anyone in the world could solve this problem, they had to be here.
And the person An Zhen had thought of who could solve this problem was...
The favored one of destiny... a girl!
The world favored Huo Yutong. If Huo Yutong favored him, then could the problem be solved?
As for confronting the world head-on...
What egg liked smashing into a rock? Besides, if that were the comparison, then before the rock that was the world, he did not even count as an egg.
Cultivation, the process of constantly growing stronger, was an incredibly addictive thing to An Zhen.
The sky gradually darkened.
Time passed at the same rate in the Virtual World as it did outside.
He returned to reality.
He dismissed the recliner, went out to the snack street to pack up some barbecue, then returned to the dormitory.
Dormitory 110.
When he pushed the door open, a luxurious king-sized bed occupied most of the room. The only things left were a bathtub and a wardrobe.
He could not make himself suffer.
Having gained a second life, he would eat well, drink well, sleep well, play well, and do as he pleased.
If he still worked himself like a beast after transmigrating, then would he not have transmigrated for nothing?
He took out a set of bedding from the bottom of the wardrobe. The silk, down, and wool had all come from farmed Soul Beasts with several hundred years of cultivation.
Food, drink, clothing, and daily necessities—the vast majority of the city lord's public sponsorship had been spent on these things. For example, An Zhen's lunch had cost thirty-five Gold Soul Coins. An Zhen did not begrudge spending money in these areas at all; every coin was spent where it mattered.
"Knock, knock, knock!"
An Zhen knocked on the door of Dormitory 108.
"Open up. I'm here to bring warmth."
"Click~"
The door opened a crack. Upon seeing him, Huo Yutong's face lit up with delight. Her crisp, youthful voice rang out. "Big Brother An Zhen, what is it?"
An Zhen looked inside the dormitory. There were still only two wooden plank beds.
"I'm bringing warmth."
An Zhen directly tossed the bedding in his arms onto the bed with a washbasin beneath it.
Before Huo Yutong could speak, An Zhen frowned and asked, "What happened to your voice?"
"Ah? This... I caught a bit of a cold before, so my voice became a little strange. It feels much better now, and my voice is returning to normal." The loli explained somewhat flusteredly.
"Strange? I think it sounds wonderful—soft and sweet. I've dreamed of having a little sister with such a lovely voice." An Zhen refuted her with a serious expression.
"Don't refuse the bedding."
An Zhen took out a small chicken drumstick from the bag in his hand and directly stuffed it into her small, cherry-like mouth, stopping Huo Yutong from saying what she had been about to say.
"You probably didn't eat anything good this afternoon. I packed some Soul Beast meat. The nutrition might not be balanced, but at least it's nutritious. There's also a bottle of sour plum soup. These meats have plenty of oil in them."
"All right."
He set down the bag. Having completed his daily feeding, An Zhen could not resist ruffling the loli's little head. "Don't waste food. I'm leaving. Get some good rest."
"Big Brother An Zhen!"
"Why are you so good to me?"
Her azure bangs covered her sparkling eyes. The loli lowered her head, concealing the complicated expression on her face, while her small white teeth caught her delicate cherry lips.
"An is kind-hearted. I can't stand seeing someone live so pitifully, especially when it's happening right next door."
An Zhen lived in luxury in his dormitory. Whenever he thought about the little loli next door who did not even have a blanket and could only eat vegetables and bean sprouts every day, he truly felt bad about it.
"Big Brother An Zhen..."
A misty layer of tears gathered in her bright, watery eyes.
Virtual World.
"Hehehe, adorable little Yutong!"
The handsome youth held a petite and adorable figure in his arms. A fitted black-and-white maid dress perfectly outlined her immature curves. Her small, budding chest was cute too, while her pert little bottom was lovely and enticing. Thin white stockings wrapped around her slender, fair calves, and her little feet in white stockings were delicate and tiny.
She was petite and adorable, but far too thin.
She was completely malnourished.
"Damn Duchess White Tiger!"
That kind of person was not merely jealous, but vicious.
His rosy fingertips lightly traced across the little foot in its white stocking.
"Hmm?"
The youth, who was holding the soft and fragrant little cutie while playing with ice cream, suddenly revealed a puzzled expression.
Something had just tried to forcibly enter his Virtual World. Although An Zhen could stop that thing from entering, its weak aura and the world's instinctive desire for it made An Zhen feel that eating it would be better.
"..."
A pair of eyes as brilliant as stars slowly opened in a daze. That strange gaze kept stimulating her senses. "Big Brother An Zhen?"
Was she dreaming?
An Zhen:?
The youth mechanically turned his head and met those dazzling, hazy, yet lively eyes.
Looking at the little foot in its white stocking, whose toes had already touched his chin, An Zhen felt that he might still be able to explain himself or muddle through it.
"Actually, you're dreaming."
The youth's voice was incomparably sincere.
"Eh?!!"
This was not a dream!
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