Chapter 7: Holy Spirit Cult Honorary Grand Elder Certification
Author: 语灵琴
Wang Dong fell silent.
Her perfect disguise had been unexpectedly exposed by this slip.
Huoyu Tong's eyes widened. She hadn't expected her roommate to also be a girl disguised as a boy.
"She is too?" Wang Dong'er examined the petite figure.
"Mn." An Zhen nudged Huoyu Tong forward gently.
"What's your relationship?" Wang Dong'er's gaze swept from Huoyu Tong's faded clothes to An Zhen's high-quality attire. A young master with his maid?
"Don't misunderstand." An Zhen raised his hands defensively. "We met yesterday. I'm an orphan helping this kid through tough times."
An orphan? Huoyu Tong tilted her head in confusion.
"Your outfit isn't convincing," Wang Dong'er retorted, hands on hips.
"Who says orphans can't dress well? I receive stipends from my former city's lord," the youth declared, omitting his lavish spending habits.
Wang Dong'er: "..."
"Relax, your secret's safe. Since fate paired you as roommates..." An Zhen retreated swiftly before more questions came. "Get along well!" He needed to find Grandpa2.
"Grandpa!" The 99th-ranked Limit Douluo had respawned at the freshman dorm entrance.
"Grandpa, you've been here many years, right?" The youth sidled up to the sunbathing elder.
"Many years? Yes..." The reply held nostalgic confusion. Dim eyes gazed distantly.
"Do you know the Glutton Douluo3?"
"You think this old fossil knows Titled Douluos?" Mu En's lips twitched with faint amusement.
"But you've been here decades!" An Zhen's eyes shone hopefully.
The elder remained silent.
"I heard Glutton Douluo's a gourmet. I'm opening a drink shop—need taste-testing advice..."
Had other teachers heard this, they'd have kicked the audacious brat. Glutton Douluo stood among the continent's apex experts, yet this youth wanted him as beverage consultant?
"This old man wouldn't know. But..." Mu En spoke slowly, "if he's truly a gourmet, he might indulge. With new students arriving, won't you lack tasters?"
"Oh, these drinks are unhealthy. Can't harm delicate sprouts."
Mu En: "..."
The scene froze momentarily.
...
Syrup, milk, water... Milk tea formulas were simple.
Pretty packaging, diverse flavors. Without specialized equipment, plastic lids sufficed.
Shrek City real estate was prohibitively expensive. After inquiries, An Zhen abandoned the idea—unless he found a sugar mommy.
That afternoon, stamina refreshed, An Zhen dragged two carts to Mu En.
"Grandpa, know any gentle, beautiful, well-proportioned, wealthy, loyal, powerful big sisters? Young ladies or lolis acceptable too."
He materialized a recliner and collapsed onto it. Physically fine, mentally exhausted.
"Kid! Heard you've got unhealthy drinks for me?" A hoarse voice called. An Zhen turned.
A grease-stained elder stood there—hair matted, white robe browned to gray. He gnawed a chicken leg, collar barely hinting at the garment's original color.
Him!
Super Douluo!
Sea God Pavilion member!
Holy Spirit Cult Honorary Grand Elder!1
"Yep." Unfazed by the Titled Douluo title, An Zhen pulled a cart closer.
"Pearl Milk Tea. Chocolate Milk Tea. Original. Grape Jelly Tea. Watermelon Ice. Lemonade."
"Your pick?"
"One each."
"Alright." The youth opened the cart's cabinet—large jars with spigots appeared. Six transparent cups adorned with floral-girl illustrations filled rapidly.
"Grandpa, want one?"
"Original flavor."
"Ancestor!" An anxious, gentle voice called.
Only then did An Zhen notice the figure behind the elder—still as a statue. Waist-length jet hair. Serene, exquisite features. Academy uniform accentuating alluring curves. A tranquil silver moon.
Zhang Lexuan.
Only she and Bei Bei used "Ancestor" for Mu En.
"Give her Pearl Milk Tea."
"Okay." Hands slightly trembling, An Zhen passed the cups.
Zhang Lexuan didn't drink. She remained sculpturally still.
"Obedience honors elders." An Zhen shoved the milk tea into her hands. Drink or don't.
"Serving this sugar-bomb at banquets would brand it industrial junk," Elder Xuan3 critiqued.
"Sold at street barbecue stalls?"
"It'd conquer the campus." Sipping milk tea between chicken leg bites, Xuan Lao found perfection.
"Appropriate pricing, Elder?"
"Price? One gold soul coin?" Big shots never lacked money.
An Zhen closed his eyes. Opened them.
Two promotional banners unfurled on the carts:
"GLUTTON DOULUO XUAN LAO CERTIFIED!"
"ALL ITEMS 30% OFF!"
Celebrity endorsement + price justification. Even with premium ingredients, production cost per cup stayed under one silver coin. Crucially—this was Shrek City. Competitors would hesitate.
"Free supply while I operate. Deal?" The youth looked expectantly at the big shot.
"When's opening?"
"Soon."
"Deal."
An Zhen headed toward the dorms. Huoyu Tong's job is set. His cultivation depended entirely on keeping her happy.
"Materialization from nothing..." The slovenly elder sipped milk tea, recalling the unnoticed wooden planks earlier. His dim eyes now gleamed like a waking beast's. "Is this kid's Martial Soul truly World?"
"Do what you love. Follow passions. Lexuan—this is youth," the decrepit elder advised gently.
"Protecting the academy is Lexuan's desire." The woman remained serene as the cold moon.
"This old man has wronged you, child."
(End of Chapter)