Chapter 7: Authentication by the Holy Spirit Cult's Supreme Elder.
Wang Dong fell silent.
His perfect disguise had unexpectedly failed at this piece of information.
Huo Yutong's eyes widened, having never expected her roommate to be disguised as a man.
"She too?"
Wang Dong'er looked at the petite figure.
"Yeah."
An Zhen gently pushed Huo Yutong forward.
"What's your relationship?"
Wang Dong'er asked suspiciously, her eyes fixed on Huo Yutong's washed-out clothes and the high-quality fabrics on An Zhen's body.
Could this be some wealthy young master with his maid?
"Don't get me wrong,"
An Zhen raised her hands. "We've only known each other for a day. I'm an orphan. I saw this child was having a hard time, so I'm helping her."
Orphan?
Huo Yutong looked up at An Zhen in confusion.
"Your outfit isn't convincing at all." With her hands on her hips, Wang Dong'er glared at An Zhen with a stern expression.
"Who says orphans can't have good food and clothing? Besides, I receive financial support from the mayor of the main city where I used to live," the young man, who had squandered the financial support, declared righteously.
Wang Dong'er: ...
"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone. I don't know why you two are disguised as men, but since we've been assigned to the same dormitory by chance, let's not let this fate go to waste and get along well."
Leaving the girls alone, An Zhen slipped away without waiting for them to say or ask anything.
He was going to find his uncle.
"Uncle!"
A Level 99 Ultimate Douluo randomly spawned at the entrance of the freshman dormitory.
"Uncle, you must have been in this academy for many years, right?" a well-behaved young man approached the sunbathing old man and asked.
"Many years? Indeed, many years."
A look of confusion and emotion crossed his face.
His dim eyes opened, and the past seemed like a long time ago.
"Do you know Taotie Douluo?" "
Do you think an old man like me knows a Titled Douluo?" The old man looked at An Zhen with a half-smile.
"You haven't been in this school for many years." An Zhen looked at the old man expectantly.
The old man didn't answer.
"I heard Taotie Douluo is a great eater. I'm planning to open a shop selling drinks. I wonder if I could ask this guy for some advice and maybe even a taste test."
Any other Titled Douluo or Shrek teacher here would probably have kicked this ignorant brat to the ground. A Level 98 Titled Douluo, second only to the emperor, one of the most powerful in the world, actually invited him to taste your shop.
"I don't know, but if it's as you say, that Titled Douluo who's known for his food might be very interested," the old man said slowly. "But with the new students coming in recently, there shouldn't be a shortage of tasters."
"Oh, this stuff is a bit unhealthy. It'd be bad if it hurts these delicate flower buds," An Zhen said seriously.
Moon: ...
For a moment, the scene seemed to freeze.
...
Syrup, milk, water...
The milk tea recipe is simple.
Beautiful packaging, a variety of flavors.
Unfortunately, there's no specialized packaging machine, so we have to use plastic lids.
Real estate in Shrek City is really expensive.
After some questioning, An Zhen gave up. Although he still had some money, it was clearly far from enough, unless he found a wealthy woman.
It was afternoon.
After a long day of hard work, An Zhen refreshed his fatigue meter and pulled two small shelves to find his grandfather.
"Uncle, are you looking for a gentle and considerate older sister? She's pretty, has a good figure, is willing to spend money on men, is loyal, has strong personal strength, and is wealthy. A girl or a loli is also fine."
He constructed a recliner, and the young man lay down on it with a tired look on his face. His body wasn't tired anymore, but his heart was exhausted.
"Boy, I heard you wanted me to try some unhealthy drinks?"
An Zhen turned over and looked in the direction of the voice.
It was an old man covered in greasy clothes, with messy hair. His robe, which should have been white, had been stained gray-brown by various dirt, with only a hint of the original color visible at the collar.
He was biting a chicken drumstick.
It was him!
Super Douluo!
Member of Shrek Sea God Pavilion!
Honorary Grand Elder of the Holy Spirit Cult!
"That's right."
An Zhen, undeterred by the title of Titled Douluo, reached out and pulled over a nearby shelf.
"Here we have pearl milk tea, chocolate milk tea, original flavor, succulent grape, watermelon iced drink, and lemonade."
"What would you like to try?"
"One of each."
"Okay."
The handsome young man opened the cabinet beneath the shelf, revealing several large jars, each with a tap.
Soon, six transparent plastic cups, each painted with flowers and girls, were filled with drinks.
"Uncle, would you like a drink?"
"Original flavor, please."
"Xuanzu!"
A gentle voice, tinged with anxiety, echoed.
An Zhen then noticed a woman standing behind the old man.
She was so still, as still as a statue. Her jet-black hair fell to her waist, her delicate face was serene and flawless. Her fitted school uniform outlined her alluring curves, as serene as the silver moon high in the night sky.
Zhang Lexuan.
Zhang Lexuan and Beibei were the only ones who could address Moon En by that name.
"Give this kid a cup of pearls."
"Okay."
An Zhen took the milk tea with a trembling hand, and handed her another.
Zhang Lexuan didn't drink, the girl standing there like a statue.
"A good child should listen to their elders."
An Zhen shoved the milk tea into her hands.
Drink it or not.
"If it were at a high-end banquet, your sugar-laden drink would be nothing more than industrial waste," Elder Xuan offered his assessment.
"How about at a street barbecue?"
"A hit on campus."
A cup of milk tea and a chicken drumstick.
Elder Xuan thought it was a perfect match.
"What do you think the price is?"
"A price? One gold soul coin?" The big guys always have plenty of money.
An Zhen closed his eyes, then opened them again.
Two large promotional posters instantly appeared on the two pickup trucks.
"Certified by Taotie Douluo Xuan Lao, set price."
"30% off everything."
With these two brandings, not only would they have star power, but the price wouldn't be a problem. Even with the best ingredients and labor, a cup would only cost one Silver Soul coin.
Most importantly, this was Shrek City. Anyone trying to imitate him would have to see if he dared to sell here.
"As long as I open, I'll give you everything you want. How's that?"
The well-behaved teenager looked at the boss expectantly.
"When are you opening?"
"Wait."
"Sure."
An Zhen walked into the dormitory. He had prepared work for Xiao Yutong. He had to serve the young lady well. His cultivation depended entirely on Huo Yutong.
"Creating something out of thin air."
The slovenly old man took a sip of his milk tea, recalling the wooden plank that had appeared out of thin air moments before, something he hadn't even noticed. His dim eyes now shone like a ferocious beast awakening from its slumber. "Is this kid's martial soul really the world?"
"Do whatever you want, either out of pure passion or according to your own will, Le Xuan. That's what youth is all about," the frail old man counseled.
"Xuanzu, protecting the academy is what Le Xuan wants to do." The gentle woman was like a cold silver moon, always so serene and so alone.
"I've done you harm, child."
(End of Chapter)