Chapter 3: 3. You Promised My Dad You

3. You Promised My Dad You’d Take Good Care of Me

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

She clutched her heavy chest with one hand.

Scared the hell out of me.

I actually thought the bratty little brother had reached that age and couldn't help but act like a beast.

Thinking of how Qin Yuan suspected she had been possessed.

A sweet feeling welled up in her heart again.

He acts like he doesn't care on the surface, but when he thought something happened to me, he was more nervous than anyone.

On second thought, Shen Yaoqiao felt a bit annoyed again.

He immobilized a stunning beauty like me, yet he didn't do a single thing.

……

Splash, splash……

Qin Yuan, who had already entered the bathroom, stood under the showerhead, his hands continuously rubbing his powerful, muscular body.

Bathing is when a person is most relaxed.

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

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

A mass of golden light immediately covered Qin Yuan’s body, with the faint sound of a divine dragon’s low moan.

As long as any prying eyes from the shadows came within a meter of him, the clairvoyant would instantly become blind, and the clairaudient would go deaf on the spot.

Men bathe quickly, and since cultivators don't really have much to wash off anyway, Qin Yuan came out fresh and clean in just ten minutes.

He was just about to take clean clothes from his luggage.

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

Clearly, it was bought by his good sister, Shen Yaoqiao.

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

Before he could even look in the mirror, Shen Yaoqiao entered with a cold expression, her stunningly beautiful oval face set in a pout, swaying her alluring hips.

"I'll take you to register."

"No need."

Qin Yuan refused decisively.

If he were taken to register by Shen Yaoqiao, it wouldn't be long before he attracted a lot of attention.

"It’s very prestigious to walk around the academy with a national-beauty-level stunner like me."

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

She looked exactly like a beautiful little fox spirit seducing a scholar.

"No need."

Qin Yuan refused again.

Then, he slung his bag over one shoulder and walked out with a carefree air.

Shen Yaoqiao took the opportunity to lift her long leg and kick at Qin Yuan’s backside.

It failed, as expected.

Shen Yaoqiao was so angry she stomped her feet on the spot, causing a certain area to bounce in a delightful, violent rhythm.

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

Luzhou Cultivation Academy was built against the slopes of Mount Dashu and covered a considerable area.

Qin Yuan did not specifically walk along the very edge of the mountain path.

He did not deliberately avoid anyone.

Because very few people did that.

If he ran into classmates who greeted him, Qin Yuan would stop and greet them back.

Sometimes he would even initiate the greeting himself.

If you want to avoid being noticed, you just need to act like everyone else; there is no need to be deliberately low-key.

Back in his hometown, Qin Yuan had encountered a practitioner of the "Way of the Coward" who had gone down the wrong path.

By being deliberately low-key, he was never seen by anyone.

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

Firstly, they thought his personality was eccentric and untrustworthy; secondly, they were worried he was brewing some massive ultimate move.

Qin Yuan walked for a long time before reaching the registration area.

There were quite a lot of people.

A dense, dark mass of them, just like a morning vegetable market.

Qin Yuan reached out to protect his shoulder bag to avoid bumping into any female students' backsides.

After thinking about it, still feeling uneasy, Qin Yuan took the bag off and tucked it under his arm.

"Tang Jing."

Someone called out.

Qin Yuan subconsciously performed a military salute of the Dharma-Barbarian Army.

To show that he was innocent.

"Qin Yuan."

Qin Yuan walked forward.

He finished the registration quickly.

Looking at his booklet, Qin Yuan felt very excited.

Finally, he had an official affiliation.

In the past, Qin Yuan had always been a lone wolf.

At first, life was okay.

In recent years, the competition for cultivation resources from other realms had become increasingly intense.

As a lone wolf, he simply couldn't compete with the various groups and factions (partly because he was afraid of exposing his true strength).

Remembering what Garfield said: if you can't beat your opponent, join them.

So, Qin Yuan came.

"Qin Yuan."

It was his turn.

Qin Yuan walked forward unhurriedly and stood still in front of a machine that looked quite plain.

With a simple scan, Qin Yuan’s cultivation level appeared on it.

"Refining Essence Realm, Second Heaven."

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

The results of new students are divided into three tiers.

The first tier: Refining Qi Realm.

Shen Yaoqiao was in this tier, and she was one of the best.

The second tier: Above the second level of Refining Essence Realm, but below the Refining Qi Realm.

The third tier: First level of Refining Essence Realm.

The cultivation level Qin Yuan displayed was carefully designed.

If he were in the first tier, he would inevitably receive a great deal of attention.

If he were in the upper end of the second tier, it would be even worse; those are the students teachers pay the most attention to. After all, who wouldn't want another first-tier student?

In the lower end of the second tier, the attention from teachers is casual and scattered.

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

Whether it was the teacher in charge or the surrounding students, they all reacted with the same indifference as if they had just heard that Wang Feng failed to make the headlines again.

……

A long while later.

Qin Yuan walked downstairs, speechless; he had just realized his student ID number was 91.

It’s fine for others to be 91, but not him, because his surname is Qin.

In the future, he might end up with the nickname "Mr. 91 Qin."

As he walked out of the building, Shen Yaoqiao jumped out from the other side.

"Qin Yuan!"

Shen Yaoqiao’s voice was loud, and her pert nose twitched as she said with a sob, "You promised my dad you’d take good care of me!"

It was the peak of registration time, and there were countless people passing by.

Suddenly, many eyes turned toward them, looking at Shen Yaoqiao with her fox-like face, eyes filled with tears, looking pitiful and cute.

It made more people than he could count feel their hearts waver.

In an instant, countless gazes of envy and jealousy were cast upon Qin Yuan.

Shen Yaoqiao felt very smug; firstly, she had taken revenge for being immobilized earlier, and secondly, she had staked her claim—anyone who dared to flirt with her Qin Yuan in the future would be a shameless homewrecker.

I am truly incredibly clever.

Qin Yuan felt nothing inside, and even wanted to laugh a little.

He had seen people take revenge, but never someone who sacrificed their own reputation in the process.

Shen Yaoqiao cursed him as a "scumbag," then ran off with her face covered, tears streaming down like rain.

Seeing this scene, who knows how many young hearts were shattered.

They wished they could pile onto Qin Yuan and let him experience what it meant to have his chrysanthemum ruined, the ground covered in wounds, and his smile turned yellow.

A parent accompanying their child to register warned: "See that? If you don't cultivate properly and go around dating, that's the result."

Qin Yuan: "..."

Returning to his residence, Qin Yuan made some preparations, grabbed a flashy but impractical longsword, and entered the spatial rift.

After skimming at a low altitude for a while, Qin Yuan appeared on a desolate hillside where, from the countless rifts below, various minor monsters consisting mainly of spirit bodies kept emerging.

"From this day forward, this place shall be called Ten Mile Slope!"

After saying this, Qin Yuan swung his longsword.

A patch of colorful light spots transformed into pure primordial spirit power and surged into Qin Yuan's body.

Whoosh!

Another swing of the sword.

To outsiders, it was dull and boring.

But Qin Yuan was quite content.

In his view, a man who could endure loneliness was a true man.