Who knew whether, after reaching headquarters and saying he was Qiangu Qingzhou's teacher, the Tower Master would chop him into mincemeat.
At the thought, Chen Mo sighed too.
It was like a wall had been built right across his path.
His strength had a bottleneck ahead of him. Without the resources and support of a teacher from the main tower, becoming a Titled Douluo would be incredibly difficult.
Still, he didn't care all that much.
He was nearly forty, and had long since lost any great ambition to climb higher. Being a tower master here was just fine.
Especially when he could watch his disciple shine in the future.
As he was thinking, someone knocked at the door. He saw Su Xin return.
Seeing the snacks Su Xin had brought back, Chen Mo froze for a moment.
"Tower Master, these are snacks the Young Tower Master brought back for you. He said he got them in Shrek City."
Su Xin smiled as she spoke, then pushed the food box in front of him.
Looking at the food, Chen Mo felt a little helpless.
He picked up a pastry and put it in his mouth, then pushed the food box toward Su Xin.
"Have some too. There's plenty here. Looks like that kid brought back quite a lot."
"No need, Tower Master. The Young Tower Master brought some for me too. If there's nothing else, I'll head downstairs."
As Su Xin spoke, a rare, radiant smile appeared on her face.
Looking at his assistant like this, Chen Mo sighed too, then waved his hand casually.
"Go on, go on."
In Chen Zhou's room, he watched Na'er sitting there and wolfing down her food, while he examined the box in his hands with interest.
Inside were four Mystic Water Pills. They could improve one's aptitude to some extent, but their main purpose was to raise Soul Power and rapidly increase the speed at which one cultivated it.
It wasn't that these things were completely useless to Chen Zhou. It was just that they really were utterly useless.
He already needed to slow down his cultivation for fear of being captured as an experimental subject. There was no way he'd want to cultivate faster.
So, looking at the few Mystic Water Pills, he pushed them toward Na'er as well.
Na'er froze when he pushed the box in front of her. She blinked, then opened it right away.
Seeing the pills inside, she thought they were some new kind of snack. Without hesitation, she grabbed one and stuffed it into her mouth.
It happened so suddenly that Chen Zhou hadn't had time to explain before Na'er had already swallowed it.
He wanted to stop her, but the girl's cheeks flushed for an instant, and then nothing else happened.
The girl picked up a second pill and started chewing it too.
Chen Zhou could only smile wryly. This was the Silver Dragon King, and not just any Silver Dragon King, but one in her complete form.
For her, these pills could only raise her cultivation. They would hardly have any side effects at all.
Feeling Na'er's strength start to rise and her Soul Power Level slowly increase, Chen Zhou smiled helplessly.
But as Chen Zhou smiled helplessly, Na'er's brow furrowed too.
"Big Bwother, what is this?"
"It tastes really bad."
"Why does it taste so bad? It's not sweet at all!"
As Na'er spoke, she pushed the box away with her little chubby hand.
It was obvious she wasn't interested in what was inside. After all, the stuff tasted awful.
Seeing Na'er push away pills that people outside would kill to get, Chen Zhou wasn't angry.
After all, this probably wasn't anything rare to Na'er.
"These are for raising your Soul Power. They can make you stronger very quickly."
"Na'er, be good. Let's eat the last two, okay?"
As he spoke, Chen Zhou picked up a Mystic Water Pill himself and held it to Na'er's mouth.
Na'er looked a little aggrieved, but seeing her big brother's expression, she gave a soft reply and opened her mouth to eat the two pills.
Feeling the power in Na'er's body begin to rise, Chen Zhou remained calm.
This was essentially a way to awaken Na'er's memories faster.
But Chen Zhou didn't care much. At this stage, Na'er had no way to protect herself at all.
He would rather Gu Yue and Na'er appear later.
At least then Na'er would have her memories and be able to protect herself.
As for you saying they should start getting lovey-dovey now, don't make me laugh.
They were both far too young.
At this stage, Chen Zhou felt nothing for Na'er beyond the simple affection between siblings.
After Na'er devoured all the food they'd brought back, Chen Zhou carried her to her room.
He tucked her in and dimmed the lights before returning to his own room and sitting cross-legged.
After settling things with the Qiangu Clan and leaving, he still shared their bloodline, but he had nothing to do with that branch or anyone else anymore.
That was a good thing for him. With that matter settled, he could cultivate here in peace.
"Two years?"
"Looks like Leng Yaozhu plans to come to Eastsea City in two years. That fits the timeline too."
"In the original timeline, she came around then, met Gu Yue, and took her as a disciple."
Chen Zhou spoke to himself, then took a deep breath.
It was obvious Leng Yaozhu had already made up her mind to come to the Spirit Pagoda in Eastsea City.
Chen Zhou didn't really understand why she was coming, but it was a good thing for him.
Two years would be enough. Reaching the third ring wouldn't be very difficult for him.
As the morning sun spilled over the world, the two of them began their usual school routine.
But when Chen Zhou and the others arrived this time, they found that Xie Xie had been assigned to their class and was now studying alongside them.
As the days passed, life simply went on, day after day.
More than two years passed in the blink of an eye.
Time was a strange thing: not so long, not so short.
When you were young, you had no sense of time at all. Only when you grew old did you realize that those days you'd thought ordinary had been the most wonderful moments of your life.
The morning sun spilled over the world. Teacher Yue stood there, watching the children return one by one to collect their graduation certificates. For once, tears glimmered in his eyes.
He'd known these children for three years and had grown quite attached to them.
But the children clearly didn't feel the same. Most had come with their parents, and after a quick goodbye, they turned and left.
As for this kindergarten teacher who'd guided them at the very start, ten years from now, most of them probably wouldn't even remember his name, let alone think of him.
Maybe one day, after their own children started kindergarten, they would remember their kindergarten teacher.
They would remember this teacher, gentle with a hint of sternness, who had been pretty good to them.
But by then, with the pressures of work and family bearing down on them, most would only be able to sigh and say, "Those really were the most carefree years of our lives."