"What?! Where's my blanket?"
That evening, Bai Mu returned to the dormitory and stared at his empty bed in confusion.
"Why are you shouting so loudly?!"
A delicate voice rang out.
Bai Mu turned toward the sound and saw a cute girl with a scorpion braid pouting at him. Beside her lay a very familiar blanket.
He narrowed his eyes.
"Did you take my blanket?"
"We're all roommates. How is that stealing?"
Xiao Wu put her hands on her hips and said indignantly. "I'm Xiao Wu, the new boss of Dorm Seven. Your blanket looked newer, so what's wrong with borrowing it?"
"Xiao Wu?"
So it really was that troublemaking, unreasonable rabbit Spirit.
A flash of heat passed through Bai Mu's eyes.
This was a hundred-thousand-year spirit beast in human form. Forget her willingly offering herself as a perfect sacrifice— even if he ruthlessly killed her and only obtained a hundred-thousand-year Spirit Bone, it would still be worth it!
Unfortunately… now was not the time.
Bai Mu glanced at Tang San, who had just woken up on the bed next to Xiao Wu, and his enthusiasm instantly cooled.
Not only could he not defeat Xiao Wu at the moment, but even if he somehow did, the Sun Douluo was still watching from outside.
If he truly dared to strike a killing blow against Xiao Wu, whether he succeeded or not, he himself would definitely shown dead.
Forget it—she'll stay on the kill list for now.
There would be plenty of time in the future.
"Hey! Don't look at me like that! It's just a blanket, okay? Worst case, I'll give it back!"
Xiao Wu felt uncomfortable under Bai Mu's gaze, and her aura unconsciously weakened a little.
"Haha~ So it's the new boss."
Bai Mu laughed casually. "Since Boss Xiao Wu needs it, consider the blanket a welcome gift. I'll just buy a new one later."
Inside, he added: Later, I'll use you yourself as the return gift.
One blanket in exchange for a lifetime—perfectly fair.
"Really?"
Xiao Wu's eyes lit up as she immediately pushed her luck.
"Then can I have the new one you buy too?"
Bai Mu: "6."
You dead rabbit, you're really sprinting toward your own demise.
"Hello, I'm Tang San. My Spirit is Blue Silver Grass, and I have innate full spirit power. Please guide me."
At this moment, Tang San—who had been quietly observing—finally spoke.
"I'm Bai Mu. My Spirit is Zygarde, spirit power Level 2."
Bai Mu smiled faintly. "Although I don't agree with or care much for the Grandmaster's theories, I have to admit—you found the perfect teacher."
One uses his disciple as an experimental subject, and the other abandons his teacher after becoming a god. Truly a match made in heaven.
"Thank you. I also believe Grandmaster is the most suitable teacher for me."
Tang San didn't catch the sarcasm and instead felt his impression of Bai Mu improve.
This person truly seemed to understand the depth of the Grandmaster's knowledge.
"Tang San, follow the Grandmaster and study hard. Your future will definitely be bright!"
Bai Mu gave him a thumbs-up, speaking with heartfelt sincerity.
Other transmigrators might warn Tang San about how useless the Grandmaster was or how flawed his theories were—but Bai Mu wouldn't.
He sincerely hoped the Grandmaster would teach Tang San as poorly as possible, making him easier to deal with in the future.
"I will naturally study diligently under my teacher."
Tang San nodded, then challenged him.
"I heard you have endless stamina. Want to spar?"
He wasn't very interested in children's games, but Bai Mu had repeatedly refused the Grandmaster's guidance and was even called a lunatic by others. He clearly wasn't ordinary.
A worthy opponent.
"It's getting late. Next time for sure!"
Bai Mu waved his hand decisively and refused.
"Then we'll fight another day."
Tang San didn't press the issue. After eating two coarse biscuits, Xiao Wu dragged him away, claiming she'd show him around the academy.
Watching them leave, Bai Mu silently steeled himself.
Looks like I'll have to work even harder.
But before that—
"Since things have come to this, let's 'sleep' first."
He lay down on the bed and entered Calm Mind Cultivation while lying flat.
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Time flowed like water, quietly passing.
One day, in a secluded corner of Nuoding Academy.
Nine-year-old Bai Mu sat cross-legged, eyes tightly shut.
He pushed the Sunlight Meditation Method to its limit, crazily absorbing sunlight and ambient energy to strengthen his spirit power while tempering his meridians and body.
A faint sacred glow enveloped him. Spirit power surged violently around his body, his aura climbing without pause.
"Now!"
Bai Mu's eyes snapped open.
It felt as if a barrier inside his body shattered. His spirit power surged forward—
Spirit power, Level 10!
"Woah!"
At the same time, Zygarde trembled as brilliant light erupted from its body.
A sphere of light flew out and condensed into another cell.
The ninth cell—successfully split!
"Hahahaha! This Daoist has finally succeeded!"
Bai Mu leapt up, laughing loudly. Years of restraint burst forth into a surge of heroic spirit.
Three full years of relentless cultivation had finally paid off!
Once he obtained a spirit ring, he would become a true Spirit Master!
"Woah!"
Zygarde was clearly excited.
Nine cells plus the core—exactly ten units!
Enough to transform into other forms.
"Little Soft, let me see what ten percent of you really looks like."
Bai Mu raised his hand, pointed forward, and shouted:
"Zygarde—Body Integration!"
"Wooo—!!!"
Zygarde let out an unprecedentedly sharp cry. The core exploded with dazzling light as an invisible summoning wave spread outward.
In the next instant, the nine scattered cells all lit up in resonance. As if answering a supreme command, they transformed into streams of green light and rushed toward the core at terrifying speed.
Whoosh!
Brilliant light completely swallowed Zygarde. Violent energy rippled through the surroundings.
Bai Mu held his breath, staring intently at the blinding radiance.
After several breaths, the light slowly faded.
What appeared before him was no longer the palm-sized, soft core.
Instead, a black Dragon Hound stood there—around 1.2 meters tall, its build lithe yet majestic.
Its appearance resembled a Doberman. Its left foreleg and mouth area were green, its eyes had transformed into glowing white hexagons, and a ruby-like, scarf-shaped structure wrapped around its neck.
Compared to its former harmlessness, this Zygarde radiated ferocity within majesty—and majesty within ferocity.
A faint draconic pressure emanated from its body, as though it could lunge and tear apart an enemy at any moment.
Zygarde — 10% (Dragon Hound) Form!
"Good! Truly good!"
Bai Mu clenched his fists, trembling with excitement.
He could clearly sense that Zygarde's strength had undergone a fundamental transformation.
From a non-combat-capable cell to a true battle form—this was an unquestionable qualitative leap!
"Please take care of me from now on, Little Soft."
He stepped forward and gently stroked Zygarde's head.
"Woof!"
Zygarde rubbed against his hand affectionately, a deep, powerful sound rumbling from its throat.
"How do you feel now? Have you learned any moves?"
Bai Mu asked curiously.
"Woof~"
Zygarde's eyes flashed as a stream of information—like a status panel—was transmitted directly into Bai Mu's mind—