"Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon."
"Neither lightning nor light, Bei Bei's bloodline is still unstable at this stage."
In the Virtual World, An Zhen watched Huo Yutong eating and the man and woman sitting opposite her.
An Zhen quietly watched them discuss him.
Earlier, An Zhen did have a fight with his roommate; he wanted a private space, and the other party agreed, but on the condition of resolving the issue in a Spirit Master's way, which meant a battle. His name was Huang Chutian, a minor background character from the original novel, a hot-blooded man who even wanted to acknowledge An Zhen as his Brother afterward, but An Zhen refused.
"I wonder if the others have arrived yet."
An Zhen thought of the little geniuses from the original novel.
Second Spirit Ability, Imprint.
People, objects, Spirits, everything from the real World can appear in his Virtual World, but they disappear once they leave the Virtual World's covered range, unless he touches them beforehand. However, this situation can only be used on people, and each time he closes his Spirit, the Virtual World also undergoes a refresh.
With Imprint, he can leave their projections in the Virtual World.
Originally, he had imprinted many low-level spirit tools, the Spirits of the Hongchen siblings…
However, these things certainly couldn't be displayed at Shrek Academy, so except for Meng Hongchen, all the others were dispersed.
Meng Hongchen…
Aside from the time in the orphanage before she was six, after being adopted by the Hongchen Family, Xiao Hongchen and Meng Hongchen treated him very well; his food, drink, and cultivation expenses were all excellent.
"Forget it, let's cultivate."
A luxurious large bed appeared out of nowhere.
He sat cross-legged on it.
An Zhen currently practices two meditation methods: one is the top-tier meditation method passed down through the Hongchen Family, and the other is a common meditation method from the Douling Empire, the latter used to conceal his identity.
But in reality, meditation methods don't help him much.
From a different perspective, within Shrek Academy, a giant ethereal sphere regularly expanded and contracted, like a living creature breathing—that was the World breathing. With each inhale and exhale, wisps of vitality emerged from surrounding creatures and were absorbed by it. Sunlight, gentle breezes, and various tangible and intangible things were instinctively absorbed by it.
Cultivation methods themselves are created by people based on their own body structures to perceive the laws of heaven and earth, or by imitating powerful beings to absorb the energy of heaven and earth. The World's own method of absorption is inherently a divine cultivation method.
As for why An Zhen is only a twenty-third level Spirit Grandmaster now.
A pair of black eyes, seemingly capable of encompassing everything, opened, flashing a hint of helplessness.
Only here was the rejection slightly weaker.
For An Zhen, the World is his soul; the World quietly absorbs the energy of heaven and earth every moment, and his soul is slowly growing stronger, but his spirit power cultivation does not increase much faster.
The reason being.
He is rejected by heaven and earth.
To the Douluo World, he is a thief, a thief who steals the power of heaven and earth.
Although these powers are less than a drop in the ocean for this World, a thief is a thief. He is currently to the Douluo World like bacteria are to the human body; although his presence alone won't have much impact, how can a person be benevolent towards harmful bacteria? Even its subconscious rejection is an irresistible force for An Zhen.
Originally, when he first awakened, his cultivation speed was like that of a normal innate full spirit power genius, but then his cultivation became slower and slower until now. An Zhen's cultivation speed in the outside World is one-tenth of what it should be, and cultivating in the Virtual World with Reflection in the outside World gives him two-fifths of the normal speed. Having twenty-three levels of cultivation shows how diligent An Zhen usually is.
"Sigh~"
He is just a small World.
Weak and pitiful.
How could he compare to the Douluo World?
And An Zhen's reason for convincing Jing Hongchen was also this: he felt that Shrek Academy might have the solution to this problem.
Jing Hongchen didn't know that An Zhen was rejected by the World, but he believed that Shrek Academy's research on Spirits was the best in the entire World. If anyone in the World could solve this problem, it would definitely be there.
And the person An Zhen thought could solve this problem.
The favored… girl!
The World favors Huo Yutong, so if Huo Yutong favors him, will the problem be solved?
As for confronting the World head-on.
Who likes to hit a rock with an egg? Moreover, if used as an analogy, in front of the World, which is a rock, he isn't even an egg.
Cultivation, this process of constantly becoming stronger, is a very addictive thing for An Zhen.
Dusk gradually fell.
The time flow in the Virtual World is the same as the outside World.
Back to reality.
He made the lounge chair disappear, went to the snack street outside to pack some barbecue, and returned to his dorm.
Dorm 110.
Pushing the door open, a luxurious large bed occupied most of the space, with the rest being a bathtub and a wardrobe.
He couldn't let himself suffer.
Having a new life, eat well, drink well, sleep well, play well, and do as he pleases.
If he transmigrated and was still working like a dog, then his transmigration would be for nothing!
He took out a set of bedding from the bottom of the wardrobe; the silk, down, and wool materials were all sourced from Spirit Beasts raised for hundreds of years.
His food, drink, clothing, and daily necessities—most of the city lord's visible funding was spent on these things. For example, An Zhen's lunch cost thirty-five gold coins. In these aspects, An Zhen spent without any heartache, every single coin spent effectively.
"Thump, thump, thump!"
An Zhen knocked on the door of dorm 108.
"Open up, delivering warmth."
"Click~"
A crack in the door opened. Seeing who it was, Huo Yutong's face lit up with joy, and her clear, youthful voice rang out, "Brother An Zhen, is something wrong?"
An Zhen looked inside the dorm; it was still two wooden bunk beds.
"Delivering warmth."
An Zhen directly tossed the bedding he was carrying onto the bed where a basin was placed underneath.
Before Huo Yutong could speak, An Zhen, frowning, asked, "What's wrong with your voice?"
"Ah? This, I had a cold earlier, and my voice became a bit strange. Now I feel much better, and my voice has returned to normal," the loli explained somewhat flustered.
"Strange? I think it sounds lovely, soft and sweet. I've always dreamed of having a sister with such a pleasant voice," An Zhen retorted with a serious expression.
"Don't refuse the bedding."
An Zhen took out a small chicken drumstick from the bag he was holding and directly stuffed it into her cherry-like mouth, stopping Huo Yutong from speaking.
"You probably didn't have much good to eat this afternoon, did you? I packed some Spirit Beast meat. Although the nutrition isn't balanced, it's nutritious, and there's a bottle of sour plum juice. There's a lot of oil in this meat."
"Alright."
Putting down the bag, An Zhen, having completed his daily feeding, couldn't resist ruffling the loli's small head. "Don't waste food. I'm leaving now, get some good rest."
"Brother An Zhen!"
"Why are you so good to me?"
Her azure bangs covered her sparkling eyes, and the loli lowered her head, hiding the complex expression on her face. Her pearly white teeth bit her delicate cherry lips.
"An is kind-hearted. I can't bear to see someone living so miserably, especially when it's happening right next door to me."
An Zhen lived in luxury in his dorm. The thought of a little loli next door who didn't even have a quilt and usually only ate vegetables and bean sprouts truly bothered him.
"Brother An Zhen…"
A layer of hazy mist enveloped her clear, watery eyes.
…
Virtual World.
"Hehehe, adorable little Yu Tong!"
The handsome young man held a small, adorable figure in his arms. A fitted black and white maid dress perfectly outlined her nascent curves; her budding chest was small and cute, and her delicate, perky buttocks were alluring. Thin white stockings encased her slender, fair calves, and her white-stockinged feet were exquisitely small.
Small and cute, but too skinny.
Completely malnourished.
"That hateful White Tiger Duke's wife!"
Such a person was not merely jealous, but malicious.
His rosy fingertip gently traced her white-stockinged foot.
"Hmm?"
Holding the soft, fragrant little darling and playing with an ice cream, the young man suddenly showed a puzzled expression.
Something had just tried to force its way into his Virtual World. Although An Zhen could prevent this fellow from entering, its weak aura and the World's instinctive desire for it made An Zhen feel that devouring this fellow would be better.
"…"
A pair of eyes as bright as stars groggily opened, an unusual sensation constantly stimulating her senses, "Brother An Zhen?"
Was she dreaming?
An Zhen: ?
The young man mechanically turned his head, meeting those bright, hazy, yet lively eyes.
Looking at the white-stockinged foot whose toes had already touched his chin, An Zhen felt he might still be able to explain or bluff his way out of this.
"Actually, you're dreaming."
The young man's voice was incredibly sincere.
"Eh?!"
This isn't a dream!