Chapter 37: Moving In

"Uh... Old Flender, why are you here?"

"Why am I here!? Look around you, are you trying to tear the house down?" Flender was furious.

"Damn! This... this... Old Flender, I got a bit carried away fighting this kid." As he spoke, he sat up and scratched his head in embarrassment.

"How did you learn to shirk responsibility, and push it onto a child? Hmm? Why are you in such a sorry state?" After Zhao Wuji sat up, he noticed his miserable condition; he was covered in wounds, and it looked like both his physical strength and soul power were exhausted.

"Uh... haha... well, Uncle, I got a bit too carried away fighting Uncle Zhao and didn't pay attention to my surroundings, sorry about that~"

Beside him, Zhou Yi also sat up and explained to Flender.

"What are you two saying? You... you got too carried away? C-could it be?"

Hearing the two men's words, Flender looked at Zhou Yi, so shocked he was stuttering.

Seeing this, Zhao Wuji excitedly said to him:

"Old Flender, let me tell you, this kid's strength is absolutely not inferior to mine, and he's only 12 years old. I dare say, across the entire Continent, he is a figure without precedent and without successor, and as for the others today..."

Just like that, Zhao Wuji recounted the day's enrollment with great animation, while Flender listened with a serious face, occasionally showing surprise.

His constantly changing expression could be described as quite spectacular.

Beside them, Zhou Yi slowly took out a stack of Talismans from his Angel Wings, consisting of 10 Rejuvenation Talismans and 10 Spirit Gathering Talismans. With a flick of his hands, he stuck 5 Rejuvenation Talismans and 5 Spirit Gathering Talismans onto Zhao Wuji.

Seeing this, the two men, who had been chatting heatedly, turned their gazes back to Zhou Yi together.

However, they immediately understood the purpose of these Talismans.

They saw the wounds on Zhao Wuji's body and his soul power being restored at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"This is?" Both were extremely astonished.

"Just a few small tricks of mine." Zhou Yi waved his hand. Since he was going to stay here, these things would be exposed sooner or later, and besides, Rongrong and Zhuqing still needed the Spirit Gathering Array; he would draw them in their rooms tomorrow night. This was also the reason why their soul power cultivation was so high. But since he had come here, he might as well draw some for others too.

Moreover, practicing Fuxi required a lot of practice in drawing, and he was even a bit worried that a small place like Shrek wouldn't be enough for him to practice his Array.

He also stuck 10 Talismans on himself, stood up, and said,

"Uncle Zhao, hurry up and recover, after all... hehe."

After finishing, he took out a Black Card and handed it to Flender, "Uncle, here is ten thousand Gold Spirit Coins..."

In an instant, before he could finish, Flender beamed with joy, accepted the Black Card with lightning speed, and patted Zhou Yi on the shoulder, "Not bad, not bad, you kid are very sensible, I think highly of you~"

He had originally planned to just accept his bad luck, after all, it wasn't the student's fault, and he was already satisfied to have received such a monstrous genius; he hadn't expected to be able to recoup his losses, it was truly an unexpected joy.

Zhao Wuji, beside them, was also happy.

Poor Zhao Wuji, he still didn't know his fate for this evening.

Tang Hao would definitely come looking for the two of them tonight; only then could he feel at ease entrusting Tang San to them.

"By the way, Dean Flender, here is a letter for you from the Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."

"Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?" Hearing this, Flender also took the letter with a serious expression.

After finishing, Zhou Yi let out a whistle. Instantly, Jin Ling, who had been observing from the air, descended. Then, to the horror of Flender and Zhao Wuji, it grew from a few dozen centimeters back to its massive true form, five or six meters long with a ten-meter wingspan.

Zhou Yi jumped lightly onto Jin Ling's back and sat cross-legged.

"Uncle Zhao, Dean Flender, I'm going to find Zhuqing and Tang San first, I'll be back tonight, bye-bye~"

After speaking, Jin Ling flapped its huge wings and soared into the sky.

The sand and strong wind kicked up during takeoff made it impossible for the two to open their eyes, but at this moment, neither of them wanted to speak.

After a while...

"Zhao, why didn't you tell me that kid was also keeping a ten-thousand-year Soul Beast?"

"You saw it too, it was only a few dozen centimeters at the start, who would have thought it was a ten-thousand-year Soul Beast with such a huge true form."

"Sigh..." ×2

The next day,

Just like in the original story, on the girls' side, Zhuqing preferred quiet and lived in a dormitory alone, while Xiao Wu lived with Ning Rongrong; the two lively people had plenty to talk about living together.

On the boys' side, Tang San and Oscar lived together, while Zhou Yi lived alone, though he was happy with that; after all, the commotion he made sometimes while cultivating would indeed disturb others.

Early morning,

Zhou Yi woke up early. After getting up, he flew onto the roof, sat casually, and looked at the sky.

By now, he had changed his clothes, and the wounds on his body had all healed, turning him back into the appearance of a refined gentleman.

He took the flute from his waist and began to play.

As the saying goes:

Whose jade flute sends forth hidden notes, drifting into the spring breeze to fill the city of Luoyang.

Hearing the "Willow-Breaking" tune tonight, who could help but feel a longing for their old home.

As the melodious and pleasant flute music drifted over, Zhuqing opened her door, closed her eyes, felt the spring breeze on her face, and rested her hands on the railing to listen quietly.

Zhuqing had previously lived in the same residence as Zhou Yi every day; although they were in separate rooms, they were very close, and she had long been accustomed to enjoying this pleasant melody every morning.

Of course, she wasn't the only one up early; Tang San also needed to get up early every day to cultivate his Purple Demon Eye. Hearing this flute music, he activated his Purple Demon Eye and looked over, only to find Zhou Yi sitting gracefully and casually on the eaves playing the flute.

No wonder Brother Yi kept a flute at his waist, so it had this use. As for Zhou Yi knowing how to play an instrument, he had already found that out during the fourth trial yesterday.

It must be said that this Douluo Continent is also strange, having both Western and Eastern styles; flutes are not uncommon here, and in the second part, there is even someone whose martial soul is a Xiao flute.

Gradually, as the flute played, Ning Rongrong and Xiao Wu also came out to listen.

Xiao Wu even sighed,

"Sigh, the Brother Yi in my memory was a battle maniac who fought every day. I didn't expect that after not seeing him for a few years, he would have this side to him..."

"Who's to say? Brother Yi is like a completely different person when he's fighting compared to his usual self. Apart from him, I've never seen such a contradictory person." Ning Rongrong also agreed.

On the other side,

Dai Mubai also opened his door, listening to the moving and pleasant melody, while looking toward Zhuqing's position. Seeing her intoxicated expression as she listened to the source of the flute music, he sighed with a bitter look on his face.

In fact, he had already understood Zhu Zhuqing's meaning yesterday, and after seeing Zhou Yi's combat power, he could no longer harbor any hope; but looking at it now, he really had lost completely, truly inferior to him in every way.

However, this also allowed him to relax completely, and the heaviness in his heart dissipated amidst the sound of the flute. Having let go of his worries, his mood also became cheerful.

Flender and Zhao Wuji naturally heard it too, but since the surprises Zhou Yi had brought them were already enough, they only smiled slightly.

In the entire academy, apart from Ma Hongjun who had gone out to vent his fire, only Oscar was still immersed in sleep, but listening to this flute sound, he actually slept even more soundly, the corners of his mouth curling upward.