“Creak—” When Wang Zhao pushed open the door and walked into the courtyard, it was midday.
According to what he had learned from Bibi Dong earlier, two full days had passed since he was knocked out and abducted in Notting City.
“I wonder if Old Johann is alright…” Wang Zhao sighed softly, looking at the potted plants and flowers in the courtyard.
He had undergone his Awakening, or rather, Transmigration, at the age of three, so he couldn’t form a deep familial bond with Old Johann.
However, the three years of nurturing and his respect for Old Johann were deeply etched in his heart.
Thinking of this, Wang Zhao found a black-clad maid sitting cross-legged in a dark corner and, with an innocent expression, asked her: “Sister Butterfly, how is my Grandpa Johann?” Die was the teacher Bibi Dong had arranged to instruct Wang Zhao in Spirit Cultivation when she was busy, and also the housekeeper and security personnel of this residence.
Die opened her shining obsidian-like eyes, gave Wang Zhao a calm glance, still thinking he was under the influence of the illusion, and said indifferently: “Don’t worry, Your… Your teacher is a prominent figure even in Wuhun City.
After she took you in, someone would naturally look after your grandpa.” “Oh, thank you, Sister Butterfly.” Wang Zhao nodded, realizing that the person in front of him was a quiet individual who disliked much talk, so he didn’t bother her further and quietly left.
According to Bibi Dong before she left, she would begin teaching him Cultivation tomorrow, so Wang Zhao had nothing to do at the moment.
After thinking for a while and informing the people in the residence, he went out alone to stroll around Wuhun City.
However, rather than strolling, it was more about familiarizing himself with the terrain.
At this moment, Die, whose eyes had been closed, opened them again, gazing deeply at Wang Zhao’s departing back, and with a flash of her figure, followed him from a distance… In Wuhun City, patrolling knight squads were visible everywhere.
Although Wang Zhao’s intention this time was to familiarize himself with this unfamiliar city, he walked on the street no differently from an ordinary six-year-old child, full of curiosity yet reserved.
Just then, he suddenly heard lively, booming sounds coming from a tavern by the street.
His eyes rolled, and he scurried into the tavern, quietly blending in.
No one would pay attention to a six-year-old child acting “furtively,” let alone the people in the tavern who were chatting so happily.
They spoke freely, but under the Supreme Pontiff Palace, they tacitly avoided sensitive topics.
As for talking about the World and bragging, no one cared.
For Wang Zhao, this was also a good place to gather information; he needed to confirm some things as soon as possible, such as the timeline.
This, after all, concerned some of his future plans.
And this tavern did not disappoint Wang Zhao.
Before long, he heard a few rough men at the next table loudly discussing how the current Supreme Pontiff, Qian Xunji, had ordered a continent-wide hunt for Tang Hao, one of the “Clear Sky Twins.” As for the reason, it was said that Tang Hao, a “human traitor,” had colluded with Spirit Beasts, attempting to harm human society.
This made Wang Zhao’s Spirits rise.
After some thought, he quickly understood many things.
For example, a certain God King who would dominate the ages in the future was probably not born yet.
Bibi Dong should “murder her husband” and ascend to become the new Supreme Pontiff of Spirit Hall within two years.
Qian Renxue should be around nine years old at this time.
And he himself had seven more years of development and planning time, at the very least.
If he also included Tang San’s beginner village period in Notting City, it would be thirteen years.
After all, only upon reaching Shrek Academy in Soto City, when the Seven Monsters gathered, would the true “dream” begin.
Thirteen years… Without any cheats, what should I do?
Wang Zhao calmed his mind.
Everything is difficult at the beginning.
He still had to start from building a foundation and study hard first.
Thinking so, he left the tavern, strolled around for a few more circles nearby, and then returned.
Back at the residence.
Wang Zhao eagerly walked into the room Bibi Dong had arranged for him.
After searching, he indeed found several books, all about basic Spirit Master knowledge, such as “Clever Methods for Identifying Spirit Beast Age,” “Basic Meditation Methods and Breathing Techniques,” “The Spirit Master’s Self-Cultivation,” and so on.
Oh… and a relatively well-preserved copy of “Ten Core Competencies of Spirit.” Among them, what Wang Zhao valued most were professional Cultivation manuals like “Meditation Methods.” Although much of the knowledge was difficult to understand by simply reading, that was only for ordinary six-year-old children.
After being tempered by countless web novels in his previous life, what Wang Zhao lacked least was imagination.
Even if he didn’t understand some things, he could grasp them by analogy.
In this light, he could indeed be considered a Genius.
After all, even if he hadn’t eaten pork, he had seen pigs run.
… In the evening.
Bibi Dong arrived silently.
Seeing Wang Zhao engrossed in reading, she seemed to overlap him with a familiar figure in her mind, feeling a moment of trance, and suddenly asked: “Do you like reading very much?” Wang Zhao’s body trembled.
He looked at Bibi Dong as if startled, then sighed in relief and greeted her: “Dong’er Jie Jie, when did you come in?” “You… what did you call me?” Bibi Dong instinctively frowned.
“Dong’er Jie Jie, of course.
Grandpa Johann once said that when you see someone young and pretty, you should call them Jie Jie…” As he spoke, Wang Zhao’s innocent little expression suddenly stiffened.
He scratched his head, mumbling as if troubled: “Oh, but you are my teacher now.
I should call you Teacher Dong’er instead.” “…Don’t call me Dong’er!” “Okay, Teacher Dong’er, no problem, Teacher Dong’er.” Wang Zhao promised with a simple smile.
“…” Bibi Dong now somewhat regretted the name “Wang Donger” she had chosen for her alias when she was infatuated.
She looked deeply at Wang Zhao’s innocent appearance, unable to get angry at this little boy, and finally could only sigh helplessly.
“Forget it, whatever you want.” “Then I’ll still call you Dong’er Jie Jie.” Wang Zhao took an inch, his face still maintaining a simple, honest smile.
“Why?” “Because Dong’er Jie Jie is so beautiful, calling you ‘teacher’ would make you sound old.” Bibi Dong was silent, neither accepting the title nor rejecting it.
Wang Zhao took it as her acceptance and couldn’t help but think, is this the joy of Conan?
Having a sub-account is truly satisfying!
Afterward, Bibi Dong asked again: “You still haven’t answered me, do you like reading very much?” “Yes.” Wang Zhao nodded as a matter of course.
This wasn’t him pretending, because no one in this different World, unaware of his past life, could understand his yearning for such extraordinary power to be his own.
So even if his Spirit was Jin Lin, and his Innate spirit power was only half a level, as long as there was a glimmer of opportunity, he would firmly grasp it.
Thinking of this, Wang Zhao gazed at Bibi Dong, this future goddess, and continued: “I think books are the ladder of human progress.
Whether a talented Genius or a waste, one can always find their own answers in books.” Upon hearing this, Bibi Dong’s eyes widened slightly.
She suddenly felt as if she couldn’t quite see through this six-year-old boy.
One must know that even Yu Xiaogang didn’t have this realization back then; he only specialized in theoretical research based on her suggestions later.
And Bibi Dong’s change was actually within Wang Zhao’s expectations.
After all, he could pretend to be young, but he wouldn’t pretend to be unintelligent.
After all, from the perspective of Innate spirit power, he was already a waste.
If he didn’t show something that could make people look at him differently, why would anyone value him?
That evening.
Bibi Dong stayed in the residence and had dinner with Wang Zhao before leaving.
She had her own mansion, and choosing to keep Wang Zhao here like a young lover, she didn’t know if it was right or wrong…