Holy Spirit Cult Supreme Elder Certification

Wang Dong fell silent.

She hadn't expected her perfect disguise to be defeated by this piece of information.

Huo Yutong's eyes widened; she hadn't expected her roommate to be a girl disguised as a boy either.

"She is, too?"

Wang Dong'er looked toward the petite figure.

"Mm."

An Zhen gave Huo Yutong a gentle push forward.

"What is your relationship?"

Wang Dong'er asked suspiciously, her gaze falling on the faded, worn-out clothes Huo Yutong was wearing, and then on the high-quality fabric of An Zhen's attire.

Could it be some young master bringing along his little maid?

"Don't misunderstand."

An Zhen raised both hands. "We just met today. I'm an orphan, and I'm just helping this child because she's having a hard time."

An orphan?

Huo Yutong looked up at An Zhen with a puzzled expression.

"Your clothes aren't very convincing." With her hands on her hips, Wang Dong'er glared at An Zhen with an unfriendly look.

"Who says orphans can't eat well or dress well? Besides, I receive funding from the City Lord of the main city where I used to live." The youth, who was wantonly squandering that funding, said righteously.

Wang Dong'er: ...

"Rest assured, I won't tell anyone. Although I don't know why you two are disguised as boys, since you were fated to be assigned to the same Dormitory, you shouldn't waste that fate. Get along well."

Leaving the space to the girls, An Zhen slipped away before they could say or ask anything else.

He had to go find his Great-Uncle.

"Great-Uncle!"

A level 99 Ultimate Douluo had randomly spawned at the entrance of the freshman Dormitory building.

"Great-Uncle, you must have been at this academy for many years, right?" The well-behaved-looking youth leaned in beside the old man, who was enjoying a sunbath, and asked.

"Many years? Indeed, it has been many years."

He sounded both puzzled and nostalgic.

Dull, yellowish eyes opened. It felt as if ages had passed since those days of old.

"Then, do you know the Taotie Douluo?"

"Do you think an old man like me would know a Title Douluo?" The old man looked at An Zhen with a smile that wasn't quite a smile.

"You've been at this school for many years, haven't you?" An Zhen looked at the big shot expectantly.

The big shot did not answer.

"I heard the Taotie Douluo is quite the foodie. I'm planning to open a beverage shop, and I was wondering if I could ask him for some advice and have him taste the products."

If any other Title Douluo or Shrek teacher were here, they would likely have kicked this ignorant, audacious brat to the ground on the spot. A man above all others, a dignified level 98 Title Douluo, one of the top powerhouses in the world—to actually invite him to taste-test for a shop!

"This old man wouldn't know. However, if it's as you say, that foodie Title Douluo might be quite interested." The old man said slowly, "But with new students reporting recently, I don't think you'll be short on taste-testers."

"Oh, this stuff isn't exactly healthy. It wouldn't be good if it hurt these delicate flower buds," An Zhen said earnestly.

Mu En: ...

For a moment, the scene seemed to freeze.

Syrup, milk, water...

The recipe for milk tea is not complicated.

Attractive packaging, all kinds of flavors.

Unfortunately, there is no specialized packaging machine, so he could only use plastic lids.

Real estate in Shrek City is truly expensive.

After making some inquiries, An Zhen decided to give up. Although he still had some money on him, it was clearly far from enough, unless he found a wealthy woman to support him.

In the afternoon.

After working hard for half the day and refreshing his fatigue levels, An Zhen pulled two small cargo racks and found his "uncle."

"Uncle, do you know any big sisters who are gentle and understanding, good-looking with a great figure, willing to spend money on a man, emotionally loyal, powerful, and wealthy? Young girls or a Loli would work too."

Constructing a recliner, the youth lay down, looking exhausted. His body wasn't tired, but his heart was.

"Kid, I heard you want me to taste some unhealthy drinks?"

An aged voice rang out. Hearing it, An Zhen rolled over and looked in the direction of the sound.

It was an old man covered in grease with messy hair. His robe, which should have been white, had been stained gray-brown by all sorts of filth, with only the collar vaguely showing a hint of its original color.

At this moment, he was holding a chicken leg, taking a bite.

It was him!

A Super Douluo!

A member of the Shrek Sea God Pavilion!

An honorary Supreme Elder of the Holy Spirit Cult!

"That's right."

An Zhen, not the least bit intimidated by the title of Titled Douluo, reached out and pulled over the shelf beside him.

"We have Pearl Milk Tea, Chocolate Milk Tea, Original, Grape Fruit Tea, Watermelon Ice Drink, and Lemonade."

"What would you like to try?"

"I'll take one of each."

The handsome young man opened the cabinet beneath the shelf, where several massive jars were stored, each fitted with a tap.

Soon, six transparent plastic cups, decorated with patterns of flowers and girls, were filled with drinks.

"Old timer, do you want one too?"

"I'll have an Original."

"Great-Grandancestor!"

A gentle voice, tinged with a hint of anxiety, rang out.

Only then did An Zhen notice a woman standing behind the old man.

She was so quiet, standing as still as a statue. Her pitch-black hair cascaded down to her waist, and her exquisite face was serene and flawless. Her form-fitting school uniform outlined her alluring, curvaceous figure; she was as tranquil as a silver moon hanging high in the night sky.

Zhang Lexuan.

The only ones who could address Mu En in such a way were Zhang Lexuan and Beibei.

"Give this child a cup of Pearl."

"Alright."

With trembling hands, he took the milk tea and handed the other cup over.

Zhang Lexuan did not drink it; the young woman stood there like a statue.

"Listening to your elders makes you a good child."

An Zhen shoved the milk tea directly into her hands.

Take it or leave it.

"If you served this sugar-filled drink at a high-end banquet, it would be nothing more than industrial waste," Xuan Lao offered his assessment.

"And what if it were served at a street-side barbecue?"

"It would take the campus by storm."

A cup of milk tea and a chicken leg.

Xuan Lao felt that this combination was a perfect match for a chicken leg.

"What do you think would be an appropriate price, Elder?"

"Price? One Gold Soul Coin?" The big shot was never short on money.

An Zhen closed his eyes, then opened them.

Two large promotional posters were instantly hung on the two small carts.

"Certified by Taotie Douluo Xuan Lao. Pricing."

"Thirty percent off everything."

With these two signs, not only would it create a celebrity effect, but there wouldn't be any issues with the pricing either—even with high-quality ingredients and labor costs, a single cup cost no more than one Silver Soul Coin.

The most crucial point was that this was Shrek City; anyone who wanted to copy him would have to see if they dared to sell here.

"As long as I open for business, I'll keep you well-supplied, how about that?"

The boy looked at the big shot with a well-behaved, expectant expression.

"When are you opening?"

"In a moment."

"Very well."

An Zhen walked into the dormitory. He had prepared the work for Xiao Yutong; he had to take good care of the young miss, as his cultivation relied entirely on Huo Yutong.

"Creating objects out of thin air."

The disheveled old man took a sip of the milk tea, recalling the wooden boards that had appeared out of thin air just moments ago—something even he hadn't detected. His previously dim eyes now looked like a fierce beast waking from a slumber. "Is this kid's Martial Soul really 'World'?"

"Do what you want to do, whether driven by pure passion or following your own will. Lexuan, that is what youth is all about," the frail, elderly man advised.

"Great-Grandfather Xuan, protecting the academy is what Lexuan wants to do." The gentle woman was like a cold, silver moon; she had always been that quiet, that singular person.

"It is I who have failed you, child."