The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda wasn't the only place where such a scene unfolded.
Other factions that had purchased items from the marketplace were equally stunned by the Soul Network's instantaneous spatial delivery. Some, like Ning Fengzhi, had overthought the process, assuming the Soul Network couldn't possibly be so fast. As a result, they treated the arriving packages with excessive caution—only to realize they'd been fighting shadows. Their faces darkened in embarrassment, adding a small but memorable black mark to their personal histories.
But those incidents were mere footnotes, irrelevant to Wu Tong now.
After instructing the Soul Network to dispatch the items, Wu Tong left the underground laboratory and headed to his bedroom.
Seven straight days of intense mental and visual exertion had left every part of his body screaming for rest.
"Haaah—"
Upon reaching his room, Wu Tong yawned deeply and collapsed face-first into his pillow without even bothering to undress. The pillow, stuffed with cloud-sleep rabbit down, felt like burying his head in an actual cloud—soft, luxurious, and impossibly comfortable. His entire body relaxed, and under this soothing embrace, he drifted into sleep without realizing it.
A short while later, Xiao Yu, the maid tasked with cleaning his room, pushed the door open and sighed at the sight. With practiced ease, she maneuvered Wu Tong onto the bed properly, removed his outer garments, and tucked him in. Then, moving silently, she lit a sleep-inducing incense by the bedside before retreating and closing the door behind her.
Left alone, Wu Tong lay sprawled across the bed, snoring softly.
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"Noon sunlight filters through the window, serene and unhurried;A deep slumber washes all worries away."
Time flowed ceaselessly forward, never pausing for anyone. In the blink of an eye, it was already midday the next day.
Freshly awakened, Wu Tong dressed, washed up, and sat down to enjoy the meal prepared by the cook—though at this hour, it was more of a brunch than breakfast.
After eating, he strolled leisurely to the scenic lake in the backyard. Spotting his favorite willow tree, he flicked his wrist, and with a faint glow from his spatial soul tool, a reclining chair materialized beneath its shade. He glanced around, waved his hand again, and a small table appeared beside the chair, laden with tea and pastries.
Satisfied with the setup, he settled onto the recliner.
"Ahhh—"
A contented sigh escaped him as he melted into the chair. Truly, the pinnacle of a leisurely life was doing absolutely nothing.
"Warm sunlight spills through gauzy curtains,The small pond's spring water bathes in the glow of clear skies."
The backyard was a painting of tranquility: slender willow branches, azure skies, rosy clouds, a mirror-like lake, and lush greenery—all framing the handsome youth lounging beneath the tree.
Though Wu Tong appeared to be idly resting, the King of Wisdom was hard at work within him, guiding his meridians to absorb the Lesser Yang True Energy converted by the auxiliary cultivation method, Infinite Origin. Outwardly, he was at ease, but his internal energy never ceased growing.
"For the next few days, I'll just wait for those spirit beasts to arrive. After absorbing their rings, I'll visit the academy."
"Su Qinghe's location is closest to me, so those two spirit beasts should arrive today or tomorrow."
"As for the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda and Spirit Hall's spirit beasts, given their desperation for immortal herbs, they'll expedite delivery—probably within three or four days."
"The last one from the Star Luo Empire is harder to predict, but if there's a lead, it should take about a month or two."
Gently rocking the recliner, Wu Tong gazed at the glassy surface of the lake, savoring the breeze against his skin as he calculated how long it would take to gather all six spirit beasts.
"Well, no use overthinking it. Once I've analyzed the five that are coming soon, I'll deal with the academy."
"Speaking of which, maybe I should recruit teachers from other worlds. The ones in Douluo Continent seem... lacking."
Should he ask the chat group?
Without hesitation, Wu Tong closed his eyes and let his consciousness dive into the chat group.
Photographer: [Black Space Station], [Astral Express], [Herta's Puppet], [Himeko], [Welt], [Dan Heng]...
The moment he entered, he saw March 7th—one of the chat group's most active members—flooding the channel with photos chronicling her travels.
To her credit, March's photography skills were decent. While not flawless, her shots were solidly above average—especially compared to another group member's...
Passerby: "..."
Ah, there he was. The man himself had stepped forward.
Seeing the ellipsis from Kamen Rider Decade (门矢士), Wu Tong's initially regretful mood instantly brightened.
Decade was a near-perfect genius, excelling in sports, cooking, combat, reconnaissance, culture—you name it. Alongside Kamen Rider Kabuto's Tendou Souji, he was known as one of the two "Kings of Flex" in the Heisei Rider era.
But unlike Tendou, whose talents were truly all-encompassing, Decade had one glaring weakness:
Photography.
No matter how normal the scene, Decade's photos inevitably mutated into grotesque, distorted, borderline-Lovecraftian nightmares. Yet, he remained undeterred, always carrying his pink camera and snapping pictures wherever he went.
Truly, a case of "terrible at it, but obsessed anyway."
Dragon King Sprays Water: "Pfft—HAHAHA!"Dragon King Sprays Water: "Now that's what I call a direct roast, Little March."
Photographer: "Ah! Sorry, sorry! I didn't mean it like that!"
Only after the group owner's teasing did March 7th realize she'd inadvertently mocked Decade's infamous weakness and hurriedly apologized.
Passerby: "...It's fine. I don't mind."
After a pause, Decade replied. Knowing March's airheaded nature, he understood she hadn't meant anything by it.
Truth-Seeker: "Group Owner, anything noteworthy happen these past few days?"
Dragon King Sprays Water: "Nah, same as usual."
Seeing Wu Tong—a notorious lurker—pop up, Gu Ruoyi (the group owner) clicked her tongue in amusement but answered his question.
Dragon King Sprays Water: "Oh, right. I've noticed some animals acting weird lately. Got any advice, fellow transmigrator?"
Truth-Seeker: "The animals are already evolving? Looks like the spiritual revival has begun."Truth-Seeker: "But honestly, what advice do you need? Just bulldoze through them."
Dragon King Sprays Water: "Uh... I kinda spent all my points on revival coins. My wallet's kinda empty now."Dragon King Sprays Water: [Image: Empty wallet balance.jpg]
Truth-Seeker: "..."Truth-Seeker: "So you didn't exchange anything to boost your strength? What's the point of revival coins if you're just gonna get killed over and over?"Truth-Seeker: "Did it not occur to you to save some points for emergencies?"
Wu Tong was floored. Did this group owner have zero sense of crisis?
Even the most basic supernatural ability would've been enough to crush the early-stage mutated creatures, which relied purely on instinct.
Dragon King Sprays Water: "Hey, don't blame me! When I bought those coins, I thought my world was just a slice-of-life setting! Who knew it'd turn into a survival horror?!"Dragon King Sprays Water: [Crying seaweed emoji.jpg]
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