With a desperate throw onto the bed, it made a soft *plink*—the super portable computer unexpectedly unfolded. Brightened the screen, wow! It was foldable, and when opened, it was just as large as a CD. Strange—Brighten stepped closer and gasped! It even had DVD playback capabilities. Overjoyed, he tried inserting the disc, and soon, the screen of the super portable computer automatically displayed the following scene. Oh my goodness—right off the bat, it was Wang Jinlian taking a shower! Brighten's heart raced, and his lower body involuntarily rose. "Master! What are you watching? Is there something so wonderful?" Ying'er's voice suddenly snapped him back from his reverie—oh no! How could this intimate moment be seen by this pristine, elegant beauty? Absolutely not! He couldn't possibly miss this now—this was too much to bear. But with Ying'er, such a bright and attentive observer, how could he possibly handle it? Brighten, without hesitation, simply covered himself with the sheet. The voice from the quilt came from Pan Jinlian, and Ying'er was curious, hurrying over to Gao Liang and shouting, "Dead master! You can see too! You won't let me see! I insist on seeing!" A muffled voice came through the quilt: "Not suitable for young audiences!" "Dead master! I, Ying'er, am an angel from the cosmic realm, with over three thousand years of experience—can you call me a child? You should call me... well, fine, just call me sister. No, just call me Ying'er! I'm not old at all!" Ying'er pouted, clearly unhappy. "Anyway, I won't let you see!" Gao Liang's tone was firm. After that, Gao Liang paid no attention to Ying'er anymore. Watching him tucked in the quilt, performing some movements, Ying'er felt something was terribly wrong and immediately transformed into a beam of light, entering the quilt. "Dead master! He actually sprayed me! That's so unpleasant! What is this?" Ying'er's voice completely drained any lingering interest from Gao Liang, who quickly pushed her out of the bed, much to her displeasure. Gao Liang felt most satisfied when he realized there was a soft, fragrant thing lying beneath him—something truly enticing. After endless daydreaming, he finally pulled it out—my goodness! Wasn't this Zhang Yупing's little undergarment? Ah! How utterly embarrassing! Why does he suddenly go gaga over Zhang Yупing's little undergarment? His goal wasn't just to charm women—he aimed to become a top-tier energy being, a cosmic superhero, master the Yue Guang Box, and freely traverse time and space. Was he starting to feel something for Zhang Yупing? No, nonsense! He hadn't even begun to feel that way yet. Gao Liang thought to himself. Where should he put this little undergarment? He truly found himself at a loss, since his three close friends were coming soon. If they saw it, there would surely be a whole new round of "interrogations." Storytelling is her forte, yet at this moment, she doesn't feel like expending the effort to craft a convincing explanation. "Let's go take a stroll in the Yue Guang Treasure Box space! Who knows, we might stumble upon something unexpected!" High Liang's brainwave consciousness stirred, imagining a smooth entry into the space—only to be met with disappointment: no response at all. High Liang was surprised—how could it not be working? She promptly called out to Ying'er, asking what was wrong. Ying'er smiled gently and drew a graceful arc in the air, and High Liang saw: "Familiarity: 10 points, Usage Permission: –20 points." High Liang was stunned. Ying'er explained with a smile, "Last time you went to solve the test questions, you used up ten points of your Usage Permission. Then, when you just glanced at the disc, you consumed some of my spiritual energy, so another ten points have been deducted from your Usage Permission. As for Familiarity, that was earned precisely by sacrificing your Usage Permission." "So now, I no longer have the automatic ability to activate the Yue Guang Treasure Box space?" High Liang said, sounding quite disheartened. " But still, the master has to work hard to improve his authority level! If the authority level drops to minus 100, the Yue Guang Treasure Box will bid farewell to the master! As soon as Ying'er finished speaking, Gao Liang eagerly urged, "Hurry up! Hurry up—help me think of something!" "Master! I can take you in once, but your physical condition is too poor to meet the requirements for cultivation. Right now, you must improve your health and strengthen your physical fitness. Without a strong body, there will be no way to advance in cultivation, let alone develop the magical time-traveling abilities of the Yue Guang Treasure Box!" Gao Liang's brows furrowed as he smiled, saying, "Isn't it just about being an active, muscular, athletic person? I like that! Why not give it a try?" "Great!" Ying'er clapped her hands and cheered, "Master is beginning cultivation! First time cultivation! Hooray!" As soon as he finished speaking, Gao Liang felt a tingling sensation throughout his body, as if he had been transformed into a beam of light, much like a scene from a movie traversing a time tunnel and arriving in a completely new space. Ying'er materialized into a full human size—exactly 165 centimeters, the same height as Zhang Yuping. Gao Liang gazed at her soft, rounded form and began to imagine all sorts of things. Embarrassed, Ying'er blushed and said, "Dead master! If you keep daydreaming for another three minutes, you'll pay a heavy price—your account will lose 100 permission points at once!" Upon hearing this, Gao Liang immediately became more composed. Ying'er proposed two major learning subjects: one focused on martial arts and physical fitness, the other on sports and overall strength. Gao Liang had to choose one, as she emphasized that he couldn't have both. Despite the choice, Gao Liang still leaned toward martial arts, since from childhood he had always dreamed of mastering it—his lifelong aspiration for self-defense and physical well-being. Ying'er nodded and said, "Follow me," and immediately, Gao Liang felt as if his body were floating, with a whooshing wind rushing past his ears. When his feet finally touched the ground, he looked around in astonishment—what a place! The Shaolin Temple! The Shaolin Temple in Songshan, Henan! Truly a miracle! The Hanhai City and the Shaolin Temple are more than 2,000 kilometers apart—how could they have instantaneously transported here? Gao Liang was overjoyed and couldn't help but exclaim—after all, it was the senior abbot who had spoken first. He immediately bowed low and said, "Disciple Gao Liang pays homage to my esteemed master!"