Chapter 3: 3. You Promised My Father to Take Good Care of Me

3. You Promised My Father to Take Good Care of Me

The moment she stepped out of the room, the anger on her face vanished instantly.

She covered her heavy chest with one hand.

That scared the hell out of me.

I thought my stinky little brother had reached the age where he couldn't help but do beastly things.

Thinking of how Qin Yuan suspected he had been possessed.

Her heart felt sweet again.

On the surface, he ignored me, but thinking I was in trouble, he was more nervous than anyone.

Changing her train of thought, Shen Shen Yaoqiao felt a bit displeased again.

He froze this thousand-times-charming, hundred-times-beautiful beauty, yet did absolutely nothing.

Splash, splash...

Qin Yuan, already in the bathroom, rubbed his powerful body continuously under the showerhead.

Bathing is when a person is most relaxed.

It is also when a person is most easily spied upon.

Qin Yuan activated the secret techniques he had developed himself: the Holy Light Art and the Soul-Stealing Dragon Sound.

Immediately, a ball of golden light covered Qin Yuan's body, with the faint low hum of a divine dragon.

As long as any probe from the shadows reached within one chi of him, the Thousand-Mile Eye would instantly turn blind, and the With-The-Wind Ear would go deaf on the spot.

Men bathe quickly, and cultivators don't have much dirt to wash off anyway; in less than ten minutes, the fresh and clean Qin Yuan came out.

He was just about to take clean clothes out of his luggage.

On a small table not far away, a whole set of brand-new clothes, with the tags still on, folded together, caught Qin Yuan's eye.

Obviously, his good sister Shen Shen Yaoqiao had bought them.

He walked over and put them on in a few quick motions.

Before he could even look in the mirror, Shen Shen Yaoqiao entered, her deadly melon-shaped small face stern, her hips swaying with charm, her expression cold and aloof.

"I'll take you to register."

"No need."

Qin Yuan refused decisively.

If Shen Shen Yaoqiao took him to register, before long, he would be the focus of many people's attention.

"Walking around the academy with such a peerlessly beautiful beauty like me would be very prestigious."

Shen Shen Yaoqiao blinked her beautiful eyes, trying to seduce him.

She looked exactly like a gorgeous little fox seducing a scholar.

"No need."

Qin Yuan refused again.

Then, carrying a single-shoulder bag with a carefree air, he walked out.

Seizing the opportunity, Shen Shen Yaoqiao lifted her long leg and kicked Qin Yuan's butt.

It failed, as expected.

Enraged, Shen Shen Yaoqiao stomped her feet on the spot, causing a certain place to tremble violently in a pleasing manner.

Unfortunately, Qin Yuan didn't see it; after walking for a while, he turned back, saw that Shen Shen Yaoqiao hadn't followed, and felt relieved.

The Luzhou Cultivation Academy was built alongside the Great Shushan Mountain and covered a considerable area.

Qin Yuan did not deliberately walk on the very edge of the mountain path.

He made no deliberate avoidance.

Because very few people did that.

When he met classmates who greeted him, Qin Yuan would stop and greet them in return.

Sometimes he would greet them proactively.

If you want to avoid drawing attention, you just need to be like everyone else; there is no need to deliberately keep a low profile.

Back in his hometown, Qin Yuan had encountered a person of the "Cautious Dao" who had taken the wrong path.

Deliberately keeping a low profile, he was never seen.

He thought everyone ignored him, but in fact, everyone was wary of him.

First, they thought his personality was strange and not trustworthy; second, they worried he was hiding some big move.

Qin Yuan walked for a long time before arriving at the registration place.

There were quite a few people.

A dense, black mass, just like a morning vegetable market.

Qin Yuan extended his hand to protect his single-shoulder bag, to avoid bumping into female classmates' backsides.

After thinking about it, Qin Yuan, still not feeling safe, took the single-shoulder bag off and tucked it under his arm.

"Tang Jing."

Someone called out.

Qin Yuan instinctively performed the Fa Yi military salute.

To indicate that he was innocent.

"Qin Yuan."

Qin Yuan walked forward.

The registration was completed quickly.

Looking at the booklet, Qin Yuan felt very excited.

Finally, he had an official position.

In the past, Qin Yuan had always fought alone.

At first, life was bearable.

In recent years, the struggle for cultivation resources from the Otherworld has become increasingly fierce.

As a lone wolf, he could not compete with the various factions that grouped together (and there was also the reason of fearing to expose his true strength).

Remembering what Garfield said: If you cannot defeat your opponent, then join them.

So Qin Yuan came.

"Qin Yuan."

It was my turn.

Qin Yuan walked forward unhurriedly and stood before a machine that looked very simple.

With a simple scan, his cultivation level appeared on the screen.

"Refining Essence Realm, Second Heaven."

Cultivator realms are divided into five grades, from low to high: Refining Essence, Refining Qi, Refining Spirit, Returning to Void, and Dao Platform.

The results for new students are divided into three tiers.

The first tier is the Refining Qi Realm.

Shen Shen Yaoqiao belongs to this tier, and is even a standout.

The second tier is above Refining Essence Realm, Second Heaven, but below Refining Qi Realm.

The third tier is Refining Essence Realm, Stage One.

The cultivation level Qin Yuan displayed was carefully designed.

If he were in the first tier, he would inevitably attract immense attention.

If he were at the front of the second tier, it would be even worse; such people are the teachers' primary focus. Who wouldn't want another student from the first tier?

If he were at the back of the second tier, the teachers' attention would be casual and scattered.

Just as Qin Yuan expected, when the machine announced his cultivation level.

Whether it was the responsible teacher or the students around, their reaction was as flat as if they had just heard that Wang Feng hadn't made the headlines again.

After a long while.

Qin Yuan walked downstairs with a speechless expression, only to discover that the number on his student ID was 91.

For others, 91 was no problem, but for him, it was not, because his surname was Qin.

In the future, he might just get the nickname "Mr. 91 Qin."

Stepping out of the building, Shen Shen Yaoqiao jumped out from the other side.

"Qin Yuan!"

Shen Shen Yaoqiao's voice was loud; her upturned nose twitched, and with a tearful tone, she said, "You promised my father you would take good care of me."

It was the peak of registration time; countless people were passing by.

Suddenly, many eyes turned over to look at Shen Shen Yaoqiao, with her fox-like face, eyes filled with tears, looking utterly pitiful.

It made countless people's minds waver.

For a moment, countless envious and jealous gazes were cast upon Qin Yuan.

Shen Shen Yaoqiao felt very pleased inside; first, she had taken revenge for being immobilized just now, and second, she had declared her sovereignty. In the future, anyone who dared to flirt with her Qin Yuan would be a shameless mistress.

I am truly a genius.

Qin Yuan felt no turmoil inside; in fact, he even wanted to laugh.

I have seen revenge, but I have never seen someone sacrifice their own reputation while taking revenge.

Shen Shen Yaoqiao cursed "scum man," covered her small face, and ran away crying like a pear tree in the rain.

Seeing this scene, countless young men and women's hearts were about to break.

They wished they could give Qin Yuan a beating from a bunch of burly men, letting him feel what it means to have his chrysanthemum shattered, the ground covered in wounds, and his smile turning yellow.

A parent accompanying a child to register warned, "See that? If you don't cultivate well and mess around with love, this is the result."

Qin Yuan: "..."

Returning to his residence, Qin Yuan made preparations, picked up a gaudy long sword, and entered the spatial rift.

After skimming through the low sky for a while, Qin Yuan appeared on a hillside rarely visited by humans; from the countless rifts below, various small monsters, mainly spiritual bodies, kept emerging.

"From now on, this place shall be called Ten Mile Slope!"

Having spoken, Qin Yuan waved his long sword.

A patch of multicolored light points turned into pure Yuan Spirit power and surged into Qin Yuan's body.

Whoosh!

Another sword strike.

To outsiders, it looked dull and boring.

But Qin Yuan felt very content.

In his opinion, only a man who can endure loneliness is a true man.