Early the next morning.
Song Zhe woke from his dreams and couldn't help rubbing his eyes.
When had he fallen asleep?
Recalling last night's events still felt like a dream.
He'd never even killed a chicken before, yet he'd taken a life; guilt and fear were only natural.
That young lady, though—he hadn't expected her to treat him so well, comforting him for the longest time.
None of it felt real.
Who in this World would treat you unconditionally, apart from family?
"Hmm?"
Song Zhe slowly sat up and spotted a letter on the table.
Beside the letter lay a token engraved with six mighty Spirits.
Most of those Spirits, however, belonged to Great Sects.
He opened the envelope; inside was a message for him.
"To my dear child groom,
When you open this, your big sister has already left. I have endless matters to attend to, so I could only stay one night. Don't worry—I'll visit often.
Little fellow, remember to train your Nine-Leaf Sword Grass Spirit well; it's the strongest Spirit in the World—bar none.
You may not understand our relationship now, but soon you will. Remember, you were the one who asked me to be your child bride—no going back on your word."
The signature read: Bibi Dong.
Song Zhe's brows knitted. What nonsense was this?
He was only six—how could he have asked Bibi Dong to be his child bride?
Ridiculous.
Unless he could travel back and meet Bibi Dong as a child.
But his previous life simulator didn't seem to have a time-travel function.
A so-called "previous life" just meant starting a simulated life in another World and bringing the rewards back to the present.
"She's really Bibi Dong? Way too gentle."
Song Zhe still couldn't believe it.
This warm, caring big sister and the blackened, crazy goddess Bibi Dong were polar opposites.
Forget it—none of that was his concern right now.
For the moment, raising his strength and diligently cultivating the Quanzhen Heart Method was the smart move.
As for attending a Primary Spirit Master Academy—odds were they wouldn't accept him.
After all, Spirit Hall's certificate listed him as a Innate Soul Power zero, a trash grass Spirit Master.
"simulator, where are my rewards?"
The shock of last night had made him forget them.
Besides, with Bibi Dong beside him, he couldn't chat with the simulator—he'd have looked idiotic.
That would draw unwanted attention.
[Survival Time: 7 minutes. Quanzhen Disciples killed: 1. Grade: E. 10 % bonus. Congratulations—11 points gained.]
At this rate, it would take about a year to reach level 10, just as he'd estimated.
According to his profile, he was still level 0.
He needed another 93 exp to reach spirit power level 1; the first ten levels required 100 each.
Progress on the First Layer of Quanzhen Heart Method was slow—only 1 exp per day.
Perhaps the Second Layer would yield more per day.
"Let's hope the next simulation gives a better result."
Song Zhe pinned his hopes on the next run; the Survival Space was out of reach for now.
Even if he saved 100 points to exchange for spirit power,
with everything else unchanged, reaching level 10 would still take roughly a year.
So he sat cross-legged and began his long cultivation routine.
He refused to waste a second; aside from meals, every moment went to training.
Surely such fanatical dedication would accelerate Quanzhen Heart Method?
Thanks to the simulator's data-ization, he didn't fear cultivation deviation… Meanwhile,
far away in Spirit City, inside a grand, resplendent palace,
a regal woman sat upon the throne in the Supreme Pontiff Palace.
"Master, you're finally back."
Below stood an ordinary-looking girl who grew more alluring the longer one looked,
as though every part of her brimmed with enticement.
"Nana, have someone keep discreet watch on Song Village where the Two Empires meet—but do not disturb them."
After consideration, Bibi Dong issued her newest order.
"Master, did you see Master-Grandfather last night?"
Hu Liena pressed, seeing Bibi Dong's good mood.
Her chaste master rarely smiled to herself.
"I did—but he wasn't quite what I imagined."
Bibi Dong frowned.
From memory she could still trace that man's contours in Song Zhe.
Before leaving years ago, he'd said he would return.
With his power, reincarnating as an Infant and transcending himself through repeated deaths wasn't impossible.
"Then my Master-Grandfather project is ruined."
Hu Liena sighed.
She'd heard countless descriptions of the man her master loved yet had never met him.
According to Bibi Dong, he'd been like a Divinity, single-handedly suppressing Spirit Hall—so why appear in Song Village now?
"Mind your own business—your Master-Grandfather can't escape."
Bibi Dong rolled her eyes and waved Hu Liena away.
From the moment she saw Song Zhe, she knew he was the one.
His looks and peculiarities matched her memories perfectly,
age discrepancy aside; at least she'd found him.
Over the years she'd checked every Spirit Master whose plant Spirit had nine leaves,
even those with Innate Soul Power zero.
Finally, after so long, she'd located the owner of the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass.
This time she wouldn't let that bastard vanish without a word… Of course, Song Zhe knew nothing of the Supreme Pontiff Palace.
All he could do was cultivate daily, raise his strength, and wait for the next simulation.
With Innate Soul Power zero he was already behind everyone else.
Without effort, how could he gain an absolute edge?
The simulator relied on luck—he might stay unlucky forever.
Who could say? Therefore, striving harder was never wrong.
Time flew; soon the simulator's classic mode cooldown refreshed.
"Whether I amaze the World or stay the same depends on this."
Song Zhe drew a deep breath and tapped classic mode with his mind.
The Survival Space still needed two days; whether he could avoid the Forced Cliff-Jump hinged on this simulation.
[Please choose the talent you wish to lock.]
The simulator's Main Interface displayed the three talents from last time; he could lock one.
"Lock Unexpected Joy and start the lottery."
At his command, the simulator's text began to scroll.