Sleeping Like a Little Pig

After saying this, he was stunned for a moment himself, then shook his head with a wry smile. What was he even thinking?

He pulled the quilt from the side, gently covered Wang Dong with it, and carefully tucked in the corners to keep her from catching a cold. Only after finishing this did he turn back to his own bed and extinguish the soul guidance lamp.

The first rays of dawn filtered through the gaps in the light blue curtains of Dorm 108, casting a thin, golden patch of light onto the floor. The dormitory was quiet, save for two steady rhythms of breathing.

On the bed by the window, Su Chen slowly opened his eyes, a faint golden shimmer in his pupils quietly fading away.

He experienced almost none of the grogginess common to people waking up; his consciousness was instantly clear. Exhaling a breath of stale air and feeling the soul power surging within him—now a few shades more solid than it had been yesterday—the corners of Su Chen's mouth curled upward imperceptibly.

My soul power has improved again. At this rate, it won't be many days before I break through to level twenty-eight, he calculated internally. If everything goes smoothly, I might even touch the bottleneck of level thirty before the freshman assessment begins.

Level thirty meant he could obtain the third soul ring for his Six-Winged Angel, and it also meant... it was time to head to the Far North to obtain the second martial soul he had been planning for so long.

Thinking of this, Su Chen's gaze deepened. Regarding the choice of his second martial soul, he had actually thought it through carefully last night after Wang Dong fell asleep.

The plan of the Sky Dream Ice Silkworm was to lure the Ice Empress—a 399,900-year-old Ice Jade Empress Scorpion and one of the three great kings of the Far North—to offer herself as a sacrifice. The Ice Empress was powerful, and her Ultimate Ice attribute would be a top-tier starting point for a second martial soul.

But... Su Chen's ambition was greater.

He remembered that in the core area of the Far North, there existed an even more terrifying entity—the Snow Empress, whose cultivation reached 690,000 years. She was the true ruler of the Far North, the monarch of ice and snow.

If he could use the Snow Empress as the foundation for his second martial soul, the starting point would be so high and the potential so immense that it would likely surpass any Twin Martial Souls in the history of the Douluo Continent!

However, while the idea was sound, the difficulty of achieving it increased exponentially. The Sky Dream Ice Silkworm could lure the Ice Empress by relying on the temptation of his million-year cultivation spiritual essence, but as for the Snow Empress... let alone luring her, the Sky Dream Ice Silkworm probably wouldn't even have the courage to face her pressure.

The strength and temperament of the Snow Empress were far beyond those of the Ice Empress; it was almost impossible for her to accept the form of a "sacrifice."

Su Chen's gaze fell upon the Super Sect Card quietly floating in his system space, radiating an ancient and powerful aura.

It seems that if I want to achieve this goal, I will ultimately have to rely on myself, and... this trump card, Su Chen mused. A hidden sect possessing an Ultimate Douluo and multiple Super Douluos might have the energy and influence to add some unexpected bargaining chips to his "negotiations" with the Snow Empress.

"Gurgle..."

A slight growl from his stomach interrupted Su Chen's thoughts. He looked down and realized that since last night, other than eating a bit of dry rations, he hadn't had a proper meal. With his current physical constitution and the consumption from his cultivation, his need for food was not insignificant.

He turned his head to look at the bed opposite.

Wang Dong was still sleeping soundly, buried in the soft bedding, with only half of her delicate profile and a few strands of powder-blue hair visible. Her breathing was steady and long, her chest rising and falling slightly with each breath; she was clearly still immersed in deep sleep, showing no signs of waking up.

Sleeping like a little pig, the thought flashed through Su Chen's mind. He got up and climbed out of bed, moving gently without making a sound.

After a quick wash, he changed into his clean white school uniform, left the dormitory, and headed toward the academy cafeteria.

The Shrek Academy was already awake in the early morning; the air was fresh, and many students could be seen practicing on the paths. Su Chen's outstanding appearance and unique temperament still attracted some attention, but he was long used to it and walked on without looking aside.

The cafeteria was already quite lively, filled with the aromas of various foods. Su Chen ordered a hearty breakfast consisting of thick meat porridge, fluffy bread, fried eggs, and a few refreshing side dishes. When paying, he hesitated for a moment, then ordered an identical portion to go.

Consider it "care" for that "Daddy" from yesterday, Su Chen thought, carrying the two breakfasts with a calm expression.

Returning to Dorm 108 and pushing the door open, he saw Wang Dong still in her original position, sleeping soundly. If not for her steady breathing and the occasional soft smacking of her lips, Su Chen would have almost suspected that this little girl had lost her mind because she lost the fight and was verbally taken advantage of...

Of course, the thought was fleeting. With Wang Dong's proud and slightly stubborn personality, "taking revenge" was likely her greatest motivation right now. Losing her mind? Not a chance.

Since the new school year wouldn't officially begin for another three days, these two days were meant for the freshmen to adapt to the environment. Su Chen's plan was simple—a straight line between "dormitory cultivation" and "cafeteria dining," making full use of every minute to solidify his foundation and push toward level twenty-eight.

Life at Shrek Academy was generally normal and orderly, save for two minor issues that gave the freshmen some headaches.

The first was the "resource war" for the public restrooms. Over four hundred freshmen shared a few public washrooms and toilets, making the morning and evening peak hours a war without smoke.

However, this problem was virtually non-existent for Su Chen—perhaps because the story of him easily defeating Wang Dong the day before had already spread in a small circle, or perhaps simply because of his face and his "keep away" aura, whenever he appeared, the nearby freshmen would subconsciously make space, and no one dared to compete with him.

The second was the severe shortage of seats in the cafeteria. With a large influx of freshmen, there simply weren't enough tables and chairs, and many people had to stand while eating from their trays.

This didn't stump Su Chen either—it was simple: why not just eat outside the cafeteria? He packed almost every meal back to the dormitory, which allowed him to eat in peace without wasting time.

By evening, the afterglow of the sunset dyed the dormitory a warm orange-red. Su Chen sat cross-legged on his bed, his body wreathed in an extremely faint golden halo.

The dinner he had brought for Wang Dong was already placed on the desk by her bed.

He didn't know how much time had passed, but just as Su Chen was slowly withdrawing his energy, a soft, sleepy nasal sound came from the opposite bed: "Mmm..."

Wang Dong had finally woken up.

Her long eyelashes fluttered a few times, and then she slowly opened those hazy, powder-blue eyes. The confusion of waking up lasted for a few seconds before her vision gradually focused, landing immediately on Su Chen, who was cultivating on the opposite bed.

The setting sun outlined the calm profile of Su Chen's face. He sat with his eyes closed and his mind focused, his expression intent, his long golden hair looking exceptionally soft in the light.

He had to admit, when this guy was quietly cultivating, he actually looked quite decent... Pfft! Wang Dong quickly shook off this "dangerous" thought.