That's Right, That's Right

Chen An recalled the look in Gu Yue's eyes when she had placed her hand on his shoulder.

Good thing I kept it together. Sister Wulin, if you knew what my relationship with her was, you wouldn't think we were such a great ship.

Chen An sighed softly to himself.

Night had fallen over Eastsea Academy. In the boys' dormitory, Chen An sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, sinking his mind into his own Sea of Consciousness.

In the dim forest clearing, the evening breeze rustled the leaves. The pitch-black figure still stood in the center of the field.

After a long while, the figure spoke up with a reminder.

"Chen An, your remaining time is almost up."

"Fine, we'll end today's meditation here."

Chen An slowly opened his eyes within his consciousness and stood up. Although his body felt nothing in the mental space, he still habitually stretched his joints.

Meditation was currently the only action here that could provide a positive boost. What else could he do before time ran out?

Chen An looked toward the path he had come from. Since this seemed to be the only place to go, he decided to head toward Life Lake.

The figure asked, "What is it about the lake that makes you go back there every time?"

Chen An froze slightly and turned around. "Old man, aren't you supposed to know everything?"

"My knowledge of you ends at the moment you transmigrated and arrived on Douluo Continent."

The figure explained in an even tone.

"I told you before that I have restrictions. Here, aside from talking, I cannot even move normally, much less investigate this mental world.

Everything you experience on Douluo Continent from now on, as well as all the changes within this Sea of Consciousness, will only become known to me once you truly gain control of your spiritual sea."

After hearing that, Chen An silently complained to himself. This so-called old grandpa guide was really not very impressive.

He was nothing like Yao Lao, nor did he have any cultivation techniques or secret manuals.

"Na'er is sitting in the middle of the lake—the one from Douluo 3. You know who I mean, right?"

Chen An answered honestly.

"I can only watch her from the shore. I can't get close. The moment I do, I wake up. And no matter how I call to her, she never gives any response."

The figure fell silent for a moment, then spoke with a teasing note in its voice. "Ha, who would've thought? So this is your type? You like little girls?"

"What little girls or older women? I'm not a lolicon."

This was the second time Chen An had been accused of that, and he immediately refuted it.

But the figure did not buy it. It raised an index finger and pointed at him.

"This Sea of Consciousness was constructed from your subconscious. Even Na'er's appearance has been perfectly recreated here, and you still dare deny it?"

Hearing that, Chen An instinctively lowered his head and seriously pondered it for two seconds. Na'er's appearance involuntarily flashed through his mind.

It seemed... little girls really were quite cute.

No.

No, no.

That's right, that's right.

No, no, no!

Chen An abruptly shook his head, throwing off the chaotic thoughts.

"Enough with this nonsense. I need to prepare for the Class Advancement Tournament."

As soon as he spoke, the scenery of the Sea of Consciousness began to collapse. A pulling force dragged his awareness back into reality.

During the day, a tall arena had already been erected on Eastsea Academy's field.

The annual grade-level Class Advancement Tournament officially began, with every class in the grade participating.

Any student who delivered an outstanding performance on the arena would have it recorded in the academy archives, which would be of considerable help when entering higher-level academies in the future.

On the first day of the tournament, there were not many spectators below the stage. The classes competing were near the bottom of the grade, and no one wanted to challenge teams with weaker strength.

When Class Five faced Class Four, quite a few people below the stage saw that Class Five had sent out only Tang Wulin and Gu Yue. They immediately began discussing it, all convinced that Class Four had victory in the bag.

Standing among the sparse crowd of spectators, Chen An looked through the crowd at Tang Wulin on the arena.

Tang Wulin also glanced down at him and returned a confident look.

At the referee's command, the match officially began.

They unleashed their martial souls. Less than ten seconds passed.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Three dull impacts rang out. Each of the three students from Class Four took a heavy blow from Tang Wulin and flew off the arena one after another.

The outcome had already been decided.

It ended so quickly that many of the spectators below the stage had not even realized what had happened.

After a brief silence, the Class Five camp erupted into enthusiastic cheers first.

According to the rules, by defeating Class Four, Class Five rose in the rankings and took Class Four's former position.

Tang Wulin leaped down from the arena and hurried toward Chen An in the spectator stands, her face filled with the bright joy of victory.

Chen An looked at her, genuine delight shining in his eyes as well.

Not far away, Wu Changkong stood with his hands behind his back, taking in the entire scene from afar.

The chatter of several students passing by drifted into his ears.

"That's Chen An from Class One, right?"

"I heard he only has one Soul Ring, yet he can crush several Two-Ring Realm students from Class One. His strength is absurd."

"This year's Class One was already the strongest batch of new students in decades, and now a monster like him has appeared too."

Wu Changkong's brows drew together slightly as he fell into thought, his gaze returning to Chen An.

Late at night, in the dormitory.

Chen An sat alone on his bed and brought up his status panel.

[Identity: Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast in human form]

[Age: 9 years old (human form)]

[Appearance: C (child)]

[Bloodline: Carp (Special Dragon Species)]

[Talent: Luck (Level 3)]

[Martial Soul: Verdant Crimson Fish Scales]

[Soul Power: Level 23]

[First Soul Ring: 999 years]

[Second Soul Ring: 910 years]

[Mental Power: 125]

[First Soul Skill: Ripple]

[Second Soul Skill: Insight]

[Available Draws: 0 (Next draw obtained at Level 25)]

His Soul Power had steadily reached Level 23, while his Mental Power also continued to rise under the boost of meditation in the Sea of Consciousness.

Only the level of [Luck] had shown no sign of increasing. It had already reached Level 3 when he was eight, yet it had remained unchanged for so long.

Moreover, this sequence talent was passive and could only grow slowly over time. It did not belong to the Douluo world, so nothing from this world could accelerate it.

He frowned slightly, but did not dwell on it too much. It was not a fatal problem, as long as it was not a negative buff.

If he continued accumulating at this rate, his next Roulette draw would come closer and closer.

These days, in his spare time after class, he often accompanied Tang Wulin to the Blacksmith Association to take on forging jobs. He alone had already saved several tens of thousands of Federal Credits.

There was still something on Chen An's mind.

The point at which the Golden Dragon King seal within Tang Wulin's body would erupt—and require spiritual treasures to suppress it—was drawing closer and closer.

Once Tang Wulin's seal was unlocked, his breakthrough speed would also increase.

Given Tang Wulin's personality, even if the pain flared up then, she would most likely choose to endure it alone and would not take the initiative to tell him about it.

Should he say that he had noticed something unusual about her, then help her obtain spiritual treasures?

Chen An lightly tapped the edge of the bed with his fingertips, sinking into thought.