Nuoding Academy,
After a brief burst of delight, Huang Tian quickly calmed down.
He secretly told himself,
From now on, this will be the norm. So what if my Soul Ring is just a tiny bit more awesome than Sanzi's? What's so strange about that?
Bie San sure is lucky, stuck with me, a cheat-wielding opponent, and Yu Xiaogang, a male version of a little fairy, as his teammate.
And with Tang Hao thrown in, three great oddballs are waiting on him hand and foot. How could that kind of luck be anything but overwhelming?
"Xiao Wu, keep practicing the moves I just taught you. I'm a little tired, so I'm going to rest for a while."
After casually brushing off the rabbit, Huang Tian kicked off his shoes and hopped onto the bed.
He pretended to sleep, but in truth, he sank his mind into the system interface and began weaving a dream for Xiao Wu.
This was also the biggest and most important reason he had come to Nuoding Academy.
Bie San was just a bonus.
This was his second time weaving a dream, and since the first had been such an extraordinary success, he was already familiar with the process.
He had laid the groundwork for much of it in the Silver Dragon King's dream. He didn't even need to rethink the main storyline; he only had to fill in a few details.
As his thoughts leaped from one thing to another, reams of text sprang onto the page, every punctuation mark precisely in place.
And when his thoughts changed, the text instantly corrected itself, without the slightest delay.
"Typing with brainwaves is so damn satisfying."
"If this thing had existed in my previous life, wouldn't all those writers with carpal tunnel have bought it up like crazy?"
In about half an hour, the story of his memories from his previous life, told mainly from Xiao Wu's perspective, was freshly complete.
Different targets called for different emphases.
In the Silver Dragon King's dream, Huang Tian had focused on the many hardships that had befallen the Soul Beast clans.
From the Divine Realm's schemes to their future fate, the good intentions and effects behind some of his bold innovations, and certain possibilities—he had covered every detail, interspersing them with the development of romantic relationships.
With the rabbit, though, it was the complete opposite: romance was the main course, and everything else was a side dish.
Of course, he couldn't leave out the criticism of certain people, or the subtle influence that would gradually change their personalities.
He didn't dislike Xiao Wu. She might have fallen a little short as the main heroine, and perhaps the novel's author had wanted to depict a quirky, spirited character like Huang Rong, but had ended up making her willful instead.
Still, with a little training, she'd make a pretty appealing concubine. She was beautiful, with a charm all her own—those legs could keep you entertained for years—and she was loyal in love. She had no brains, but she had no opinions of her own either. Whatever you told her to do, she'd do.
After that, Huang Tian carefully checked it several more times, examining everything from the logic of the main storyline to all the little details. Only when it was completely flawless did he have the system run the simulation and generate the dream.
Everything was ready.
Next, all he had to do was wait for Xiao Wu to fall asleep and confirm the selection.
However, Huang Tian soon discovered an extremely serious problem.
In the original story, the rabbit really did fall fast asleep every night, caring nothing for cultivation.
But in this life, because of his influence, after finishing her exercise and taking a bath, she sat cross-legged on the bed and began meditating.
Huang Tian was dumbfounded.
They'd known each other for less than two and a half days, yet she was already so obedient?
She didn't slack off at all?
Fortunately, Huang Tian had been "sleeping soundly" the whole time. With no one to keep her company, Xiao Wu lost interest after cultivating for two or three hours and lay down to fall asleep.
Huang Tian didn't act rashly. He waited another hour and a half, until the rabbit had entered a deep sleep, before pressing that fateful button.
The gears of fate immediately began turning with a furious clatter.
"Hm? I actually had a dream?"
An image suddenly appeared in her mind. It was Nuoding Academy—more precisely, Dorm Seven, the dormitory for work-study students.
Xiao Wu's consciousness shifted from deep sleep into a strange, half-asleep, half-awake state. She wasn't fully conscious, but her thoughts could move normally—and were unusually active.
The rabbit was used to being carefree. Even though it was obviously unusual, she was only a little surprised and didn't pay it much mind.
But soon, she could no longer stay calm.
"Wait, something's not right."
"I'm supposed to be staying in the Noble Dormitory with Huang Tian. Why have we both ended up in Dorm Seven?"
"Isn't he rich? Why does he need to borrow money to buy a quilt?"
"And what's with Tang San's look? What's he trying to do?"
In the scene, a teacher surnamed Mo brought Tang San his bedding. When Xiao Wu realized there was nothing to cover herself with, she actually suggested sharing Tang San's bed and quilt.
At that point, Huang Tian stepped in and suggested that girls should be modest and know how to respect themselves. Otherwise, everyone could chip in to buy Xiao Wu a quilt, with the money counted as a loan from him. Once they had added Soul Rings and collected their Spirit Hall subsidies, they could pay him back right away.
There were more than ten work-study students, and each contributed five or ten Copper Coins. Together, they scraped up nearly one gold coin.
During this, the dream focused on the corner of the room. Tang San, who had just seemed so bashful and reluctant, froze in place. His expression suddenly darkened as he clenched his teeth, and the look he fixed on Huang Tian was so chilling it sent a shiver down one's spine.
Xiao Wu gradually realized that something was wrong with this dream—or perhaps "uncanny" was a better word. It wasn't just a little uncanny, either.
It was too real, too complete. Even the tiniest details were lifelike. She could even see an ant crawling up the wall in the corner of the room.
The most crucial piece of evidence was that the version of herself in the dream could think. It wasn't that she could control what the other version thought; rather, she could clearly sense what was going through its mind every moment.
When Huang Tian helped buy her a quilt and told her what a girl ought to keep in mind, she felt that joy and gratitude, and thought of her mother before she died. It was as if she had truly experienced it herself.
Xiao Wu's guard shot up in an instant.
"No, no. This definitely isn't a dream."
"W-what exactly is this?"
"Could my identity have been exposed? Have I been hit with some powerful mental Soul Skill?"
However she struggled, she couldn't escape this strange dream.
Before long, something that felt like a dream finally happened.
The previously continuous storyline suddenly jumped. The quilt-buying scene came to an abrupt end, and the next image was of Tang San and Huang Tian fighting.
Tang San seemed to know all sorts of amazing things. His eyes turned purple, his hands could turn the color of green jade, his reactions were lightning-fast, and his footwork was so swift that it left afterimages.
He also had a nearly four-hundred-year-old Yellow Soul Ring, and his skill was Entangle.
Huang Tian, on the other hand, was at a disadvantage the entire time and could only struggle to hold out by relying on the peculiar properties of his Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul.
His Soul Ring was white, just like in reality, but his skill wasn't the rare weapon technique, the Blue Silver Saint Emperor Spear. Instead, it was the utterly useless Pole Vault: the Blue Silver Grass vines instantly turned into a bamboo pole and launched their owner into the air.
Xiao Wu was speechless.
"What? What? What is all this?"
"Huang Tian could crush Tang San with one hand, okay? What kind of person is Tang San? How dare he make all this nonsense up?"
Before you continue