Chapter 25: Our Ordinary Day Is Her Dream

Frost Snow took a deep breath.

She was trembling with excitement, but utterly inept with chopsticks, so she reached directly into the bowl with her hand.

Li An almost warned her it would be scalding.

But then he caught himself.

Scorching? Impossible here.

If anything, he should worry about the soup freezing instead.

Frost Snow’s small hand plunged into the bowl.

It was a sacred moment. Her face scrunched up, as if bracing for something—

Yes.

Fear that the fragrant, steaming food would freeze solid again.

Fear that she might never, in her entire life, taste a normal meal.

Her hand dipped into the bowl.

No ice formed.

She hastily grabbed a piece of meat, stuffed it into her mouth, and swallowed it whole.

Her throat quivered as she closed her eyes, savoring the sensation with nervous intensity.

Li An almost laughed.

But his smile quickly twisted into a pang of sorrow.

How absurd.

The simplest act of daily life was an unattainable fantasy for this girl.

He had always known her existence was harsh.

She couldn’t even pass time by sleeping.

But now, Li An suddenly realized he might never comprehend even a fraction of her suffering.

He could only watch and imagine.

But she was living it.

A mouthful of steaming beef settled in her stomach.

Frost Snow froze, her expression blank.

Li An’s brow furrowed. Did it freeze inside her?

Her eyes began to cloud over.

He couldn’t help but step forward.

Then—

Two clear tears streamed down her cheeks.

“So… this is the taste,” she whispered hoarsely.

“This… is the feeling…”

“So good.”

“So good…”

“It’s really… so good…”

After repeating these words, she bowed her head and began devouring the food with desperate urgency.

Frost Snow shoveled everything into her mouth, tears mingling with each bite.

“This is delicious too!”

“This flavor is so unique!”

“I love this…”

It was the first time Li An had seen someone cry, laugh, and eat ravenously all at once—like a madwoman.

Suddenly, he blurted out, “One bowl isn’t enough, is it?”

“No!” Frost Snow exclaimed.

“I want ten bowls! All different kinds!”

“Coming right up!” Li An nodded firmly.

He placed the orders immediately.

High Above the World

Frost Cold stared gravely at the Life Tablet and Ice Pearl.

Both were fracturing at similar rates:

Life Tablet: 1.77%

Ice Pearl: 1.75%

But then—

Frost Cold’s eyes lit up.

Both cracked simultaneously.

Life Tablet: +0.1%

Ice Pearl: +0.5%

Marvelous!

He silently praised Mr. Tianming and Li An once more.

In the Basement

Frost Snow couldn’t stop.

Bowl after bowl vanished.

Seize joy when life permits—today, she would feast!

“Full yet?” Li An couldn’t resist asking.

“No.” She shook her head.

Suddenly, Li An noticed her complexion had improved. He reached out to check.

35°C!?

Was eating warming her? Or was it the excitement?

Unclear, but as long as she wasn’t starving, he kept ordering.

“Hotpot!”

“Barbecue!”

“All yours!”

Money was no object—Li An ordered the priciest options.

After the delivery arrived, he carried everything inside and said, “Take your time. I’m breaking through.”

“Okay.” Frost Snow didn’t even glance up, wholly absorbed in her feast—no trace of her earlier fixation on Li An.

With a soft chuckle, Li An downed a vial of Elemental Evolution Serum.

Seconds later, the potency erupted—his Spiritual Mansion shattered!

The surging energy enveloped the fragments, dismantling the “wooden hut” and rebuilding it into a “villa.”

Li An had witnessed this process countless times, yet it never failed to awe him.

A shattered Spiritual Mansion meant certain death—yet breakthrough required its destruction and rebirth!

Some had even asked a grandmaster from the Spark Domain: If my Spiritual Mansion shatters in battle, will Evolution Serum save me?

The reply: Try it. It might work… if administered immediately.

This sent serum prices skyrocketing.

As for the reason?

The Sun Wu Academy’s website offered detailed explanations—every word Li An understood individually, but collectively, they might as well be ancient runes.

Humanity’s Evolution Serums weren’t divine gifts but crystallized wisdom.

Across epochs, no single hero dominated human history.

Every soul who advanced cultivation or pioneered reforms was a hero—most unnamed, their legacies surviving only in vials like Li An’s.

The rainbow-hued liquid embodied generations of scholars, their intellects eternally woven into cultivators’ flesh.

Elemental Realm—Breakthrough Success!

Next came the Mental Realm’s agony—but Li An feared no pain. Through dream cultivation, he’d died countless times!

It never stuck, leaving him oddly convinced he’d never truly experienced death.

Watching Frost Snow now, he felt certain:

I haven’t even tasted life’s worst sufferings, let alone death.

The path ahead remained long and treacherous!

Final Stage: Martial Master Advancement!

Li An clenched his jaw as torrential power surged within. Cracks spiderwebbed his limbs, healing instantly—repeating hundreds of times over two hours.

A prismatic glow enveloped his body.

Breakthrough Achieved!

He eagerly turned to the 5,000-pound punching bag hanging center-stage.

Landing a 5,000-pound strike was easy with wind-up.

But his goal was achieving it without preparation!

Li An flexed—

His body shot forward, trailing fading rainbow light like a comet.

BOOM!

The bag exploded in a sandstorm.

Frost Snow kept eating.

As grains flew toward her bowl, she flicked a finger—

Freeze!

Ice walls encased her, suspending every speck midair.

She never looked up.

Li An, coated in sand, cleansed himself with water elements and roared triumphantly:

“YES!”

The bag had burst before his full force landed—such was Infinite-Grade Serum’s might.

His base strength now defied measurement. He’d test it properly at Sun Wu Academy.

Thank the heavens I chose Fist Intent Convergence!

Post-breakthrough, his raw power had more than doubled. The Supreme Fist talent’s speed doubled too—still allowing instantaneous 2.1x amplification!

Compounding gains!

Li An inhaled deeply.

With breakthroughs complete, it was time to stockpile resources: enhance Fist Intent Convergence, hoard cultivation materials…

His goal was clear: reach mid-Fourth Realm across all three disciplines before enrollment. Essential, because single-discipline peers would be late-Fourth or early-Fifth Realm by then.

Now solidly in the Middle Three Realms, cultivation would slow twofold compared to the Lower Three. Every second counted!

Then—the doorbell rang.

Li An and Frost Snow looked up simultaneously.

“Expecting company?”

“No,” Li An said.

“Then who…?”

“No idea.” Li An focused, moving toward the door.