Three Years Later, Enrollment; Dormitory Dispute?

It was all thanks to that story.

Three years later, Yao Chuan, only ten years old, had muddled his way into becoming the youngest bestselling author on the continent.

The royalties he earned were enough to fill his coffers, making money even faster than his grueling blacksmithing work, which left Uncle Mu Chen absolutely stunned.

During this period, Na'er did indeed leave, just as she had in the original story.

However, because of the subtle influence Yao Chuan had exerted over the past three years.

She didn't seem to have run off to the Sea God Pavilion, but instead went under the tutelage of Auntie Leng Yaozhu, effectively joining the Spirit Pagoda.

Furthermore, she hadn't lost contact like in the original work. She and Yao Chuan had maintained constant communication.

Every few days, she would take the initiative to write letters to Yao Chuan.

She would chatter on and on about her life and cultivation at the Spirit Pagoda.

It even felt like she was more clingy toward him than she had been when she was by his side.

Basically every day, she would call Yao Chuan via video link.

Three years later, Na'er had blossomed into an even greater beauty, but she still called him "Brother" with every breath, her voice as sweet and crisp as ever.

On the other end of the call, she was always finding ways to act spoiled.

She just wanted to urge Yao Chuan to fulfill his previous promise and set off for the Spirit Pagoda headquarters to reunite with her as soon as possible.

"Brother, Brother, it's not just me, you know; Master Leng Yaozhu welcomes you too."

"Master was even asking about you last time. She wanted to know if you'd forgotten about that kiss you promised three years ago?"

"Come over and enroll early. Brother, wouldn't it be great if the three of us were together?"

Na'er opened her innocent, wide eyes as she offered the reminder.

As she spoke, she even took out a photo of Leng Yaozhu and placed it specifically on the table.

Looking at the alluring portrait of Leng Yaozhu.

Yao Chuan couldn't help but gasp slightly.

"This..."

But the call wasn't over yet.

Beside him, Mu Xi, who had also grown into a graceful and increasingly beautiful young woman, stood up with a dark expression and interrupted.

"Don't you even dream of it!"

"In the short term, Yao Chuan is absolutely not going to the Spirit Pagoda headquarters. Na'er, you can give up on that idea. The truth is, he has to stay in Eastsea City and attend school with me."

Na'er bristled the moment she heard this on the other end of the video.

"With you? What's so good about being with an old woman like you?"

"Who are you calling an old woman, you little hussy! Let me tell you, give up on that thought; don't even think about seducing our Yao Chuan!" Mu Xi was furious.

"What do you mean 'our' Yao Chuan?" Na'er's voice rose as well, filled with defiance.

"You..." Mu Xi trembled with rage.

Seeing that Na'er and Mu Xi were about to start their daily bout of jealousy, Yao Chuan felt a headache coming on and hurriedly ended the call first.

Although similar situations had occurred more than once over the past three years.

Hearing it every time still gave him a bit of a migraine.

Fortunately, even though Na'er and Mu Xi couldn't stand each other and fought whenever they met.

They were still very gentle toward Yao Chuan himself.

Just like now.

Even though Mu Xi was still gnashing her teeth at the screen where the call had ended, she turned her head.

When she spoke to Yao Chuan, her tone immediately softened again.

She reminded him that his enrollment papers were all ready, and that he must not forget about attending Eastsea Academy.

"I know, I know, you've nagged me about it several times already, Sister Mu Xi; it's not that easy to forget."

Yao Chuan nodded quickly in agreement.

Mentioning the upcoming Eastsea Academy, a faint sense of anticipation appeared in the depths of his eyes.

Although after three years of hard cultivation, Yao Chuan's current Soul Power Level had already reached around level 31.

Far exceeding his peers.

But he still had to go to school.

After all, the main purpose of school wasn't just to learn those basic concepts.

It was also to acquire the essential resources for this age group and to expand his network.

Especially for a guy like him who planned to build his own faction later on and embark on the path to godhood.

There is no faster or more convenient way to recruit a future foundation than by heading to academies and "poaching" talent.

This was also the important reason why he insisted on going to Eastsea Academy, and even intended to pay a visit to Shrek Academy later on.

Yao Chuan thought about his future plans while shouldering his backpack.

He politely declined Mu Xi's offer to accompany him, choosing to report to school all by himself.

It couldn't be helped; after all, he was the creator of the continent-wide hit Soul Breaking the Firmament, not to mention he possessed a face that was just a bit too handsome.

He hadn't even officially enrolled yet, and he was already an absolute celebrity with off-the-charts discussion levels on the school forum.

It was said that the school gate was already packed with upperclassmen and underclassmen claiming to be his fans.

Forced by necessity, Yao Chuan had to put on a mask, pull his cap brim low, and sneak—er, keep a low profile—as he slipped into the school.

After much effort, he finally found the dormitory building for first-year students.

Yao Chuan let out a sigh of relief.

He pushed open the door marked with his room number and walked inside.

The dormitory was a four-person room, currently empty; it seemed he was the first to arrive.

He looked around at the environment, which was reasonably tidy.

He walked over to a lower bunk by the window, intending to drop his bag and take a moment to catch his breath.

Suddenly.

A noisy argument erupted in the hallway, sounding as if it were coming from the room next door or somewhere nearby.

The voices were quite loud, punctuated by the sounds of shoving and the dull thud of something hitting the floor.

"...Country bumpkin... stuff... pick it up! Did you hear me!"

"...Why should I!... You guys..."

A boys' dorm?

Bullying?

Yao Chuan frowned slightly.

He immediately thought of a classic scene from the original work.

He had some suspicions.

Driven by a hint of curiosity, Yao Chuan set down his bag and turned to walk toward the dormitory door.

He intended to move closer and see what exactly was going on.

Just as he had thought.

It was indeed Zhou Changxi and Tang Wulin clashing.

However, in this lifetime, because Na'er had been intercepted by him early on.

The item being stepped on by Zhou Changxi was merely the quilt cover Tang Wulin's mother had prepared for him.

Tang Wulin's face was full of fury as he glared at Zhou Changxi, demanding he move his foot.

Zhou Changxi stiffened his neck, refusing to budge.

Tang Wulin's fists were clenched so tightly they creaked, and it looked like he was about to explode.

Before he could strike, however.

Yao Chuan arrived at the dormitory door.

He cleared his throat.

He gave a cough.

Instantly, everyone's gaze converged on him.

Yao Chuan reached up to remove his cap, revealing that highly recognizable face.

"Being overbearing is not right."

He looked at Zhou Changxi, his tone calm but carrying an unquestionable weight.

"How much time has passed, and you still haven't learned? Zhou Changxi. As classmates, mutual help and friendly harmony are the proper way."

"I think it would be most appropriate for you to apologize to this classmate right now."

As soon as these words were spoken, the air in the entire dormitory froze.

Zhou Changxi looked as if he had been hit with a paralysis spell, freezing in place as the blood drained completely from his face.