The Second Dream Weaving

Nuoding Academy.

After a brief moment of surprise, Huang Tian quickly calmed down.

He told himself in secret, "From now on, this will be the norm. Isn't it just having a Soul Ring a few billion times more badass than Sanzi's? What's there to be surprised about?"

"Bie San is truly blessed, getting to face a cheater like me while having a teammate like Yu Xiaogang, the male version of a 'fairy princess.'

Add Tang Hao to the mix, and with three great 'divine' figures serving him, how could his fortune be anything but immense?"

"Xiao Wu, keep practicing the movements I just taught you. I'm a bit tired and need to rest for a while."

Casually brushing off the rabbit, Huang Tian kicked his shoes off with his feet and hopped onto the bed to lie down.

He pretended to sleep, but in reality, his consciousness sank into the system interface to begin weaving a dream for Xiao Wu.

This was his biggest and primary goal for coming to Nuoding Academy.

Bie San was just an afterthought.

This was his second time weaving a dream, and since the previous one had been exceptionally successful, he was already familiar with the process.

Much of the foundation had already been laid in the Silver Dragon King's dream, so he didn't even need to rethink the main plot; he just needed to fill in some details.

As his thoughts leaped, a massive amount of text appeared on the screen, with every punctuation mark perfectly placed.

And whenever his ideas shifted, the text corrected itself instantly, without the slightest delay.

"Typing with brainwaves—this is seriously awesome."

"If this thing appeared in my past life, wouldn't it be bought out by all those writers suffering from tendonitis?"

In about half an hour, the past-life memories from Xiao Wu's perspective were fresh out of the oven.

Different targets required different focuses.

In the Silver Dragon King's dream, Huang Tian had focused on the tragic fate of the soul beast race.

From the schemes of the God Realm and future endings to his own well-intentioned initiatives, their effects, and various possibilities—he covered everything in detail, interspersed with the progression of their romantic relationship.

For the rabbit, however, it was the complete opposite: romance was the main content, and everything else was secondary.

Of course, criticizing certain people and subtly influencing her personality to change were definitely essential.

He held no ill will toward Xiao Wu. As a main heroine, she might be a bit lacking; the author probably wanted to portray a quirky, eccentric character like Huang Rong, but ended up writing her as merely shrewish.

But with a little training, if measured by the standards of a concubine, she was still quite delightful.

She was pretty, had her own unique charm (those legs were worth a lifetime), was loyal in love, and though she lacked brains, she also lacked strong opinions—she did whatever she was told.

Afterward, Huang Tian carefully checked it several times, from the logic of the main plot to the smallest details, until it was absolutely perfect, before letting the system simulate and generate it.

Everything was ready.

Next, he just had to wait for Xiao Wu to fall asleep so he could select 'Confirm.'

However, Huang Tian soon discovered a very serious problem.

In the original plot, the rabbit would indeed fall fast asleep every night, ignoring all cultivation matters.

Yet, in this life, due to his influence, she actually sat cross-legged on the bed to meditate after finishing her exercises and shower.

Huang Tian was stunned.

They had only known each other for less than two and a half days, right? How could she be this obedient?

She didn't even know how to slack off?

Fortunately, Huang Tian kept "sleeping soundly." With no one to keep her company, Xiao Wu felt bored after meditating for two or three hours and eventually tipped over into dreamland.

Huang Tian didn't act rashly; he waited another hour and a half until the rabbit was in a deep sleep before pressing that fateful button.

The gears of fate began to turn with a frantic, rhythmic clicking.

"Hmm? I'm actually dreaming?"

A scene suddenly appeared in her mind: it was Nuoding Academy, or more accurately, Dormitory Seven, the dormitory for work-study students.

Xiao Wu's consciousness suddenly shifted from deep sleep into a strange, half-awake state. She wasn't fully conscious, but her mind was functioning normally and was highly active.

The rabbit was used to being carefree, so even though it was clearly unusual, she was only slightly surprised and didn't pay it much mind.

But soon, she couldn't remain calm anymore.

"Wait, this isn't right, is it?"

"I'm clearly living in the Noble Dormitory with Huang Tian, so why did we both end up in Dormitory Seven?"

"Isn't he very rich? Why would he need to borrow money to buy a quilt?"

"And what's with that look in Tang San's eyes? What is he trying to do?"

In the scene, a teacher named Mo brought bedding for Tang San. Upon discovering there was nothing for her to cover herself with, she actually suggested wanting to sleep in the same bed as Tang San and share a quilt.

At this moment, Huang Tian stepped forward and suggested that a girl should be modest and know how to love herself. He proposed that everyone pool their money to buy Xiao Wu a quilt, with the money counted as a loan from him, to be repaid as soon as they added their Soul Rings and received their subsidies from Martial Soul Hall.

More than a dozen Work-Study Students, each contributing five or ten Copper Coins, managed to scrape together nearly one Gold Coin.

During this process, the dreamscape provided a close-up: in the corner, Tang San, who had just been acting shy and seemingly reluctant, stiffened his body, his expression turning abruptly gloomy. Gritting his teeth hard, the look he cast toward Huang Tian held a chilling, hair-raising intensity.

Xiao Wu gradually discovered that something was wrong with this dream—or rather, it was bizarre, and not just in an ordinary way.

It was too realistic, too perfect; even the smallest details were vivid and lifelike. She could even see the movements of an ant crawling up the wall in the corner of the room.

The most crucial piece of evidence was that the version of herself within the dream actually possessed thoughts. It wasn't that she could influence or command what the other side thought, but rather that she could clearly feel the other side's inner thoughts at every single moment.

When Huang Tian helped buy the quilt and told her the things a girl should pay attention to, the joy and gratitude in her heart, along with the associations with her mother while she was alive, felt as if she had truly experienced them herself.

Xiao Wu's vigilance spiked instantly.

"No, no, this is absolutely not a dream."

"What, what on earth is this?"

"Has my identity been exposed? Have I fallen victim to some powerful mental-type Soul Skill?"

However, no matter how she struggled, she remained unable to break free from this miraculous dream.

Not long after, something that finally resembled a dream appeared.

The previously coherent plot suddenly jumped; the business of buying the quilt came to an abrupt halt, and the next scene shifted directly to a Soul Fight between Tang San and Huang Tian.

Tang San seemed to know many miraculous things: his eyes turned purple, his hands could transform into the color of green jade, his reactions were extremely fast, and his footwork was incredibly swift, even capable of flickering into afterimages.

He also possessed a yellow Soul Ring nearly four hundred years old, and his skill was Entangle.

In contrast, Huang Tian was on the defensive the entire time, struggling to resist only by utilizing the unique properties of his Blue Silver Grass martial soul.

His Soul Ring was white, just like in reality, but his skill was not that rare weapon technique, the Blue Silver Saint Emperor Spear, but rather the useless Pole Vault, where the Blue Silver Grass vines instantly turned into a bamboo pole to hoist its master into the air.

Xiao Wu was simply at a loss for words.

"What, what, what? What is all this?"

"Huang Tian could clearly crush Tang San with a single hand, alright? What does Tang San think he is, making up such nonsense here?"