"Once you arrive at the academy, if anyone bullies you, don't tolerate it. Remember to send a message home, and your father and I will be there immediately."
Yang Chen nodded slightly, but his heart remained indifferent.
Bullying him?
His trip to Nottingham was intended to bring about upheaval.
The first person he wanted to crush was Tang San.
Everything was ready by the next morning.
Yang Chen bid farewell to his parents and embarked on his journey to Nottingham City alone.
The Hundred-Man Soul Hunting Group insisted on sending someone to escort him, but he politely declined.
He planned to infiltrate Notting Academy as an ordinary young Soul Master, get close to Tang San, and then strike silently to seal the victory.
Sunlight fell on his tall, upright figure, and a gentle breeze blew.
Yang Chen's palm faintly revealed a three-pointed double-edged sword martial spirit, while his body was surrounded by only a seemingly ordinary yellow spirit ring.
His eyes were calm, but deep within them lay an unyielding sharpness.
Tang San, the chosen one who emerged from Holy Soul Village.
You'll meet your Xiao Wu soon, won't you?
Unfortunately, from this day forward, I will be rewriting your script.
Notting College, here I come.
In this game of destiny, I, Yang Chen, should be the true protagonist.
After a long and dusty journey, several days later, Nottingham finally came into view.
The gray-blue city walls are thick and ancient, and the streets are bustling with people, full of life.
Yang Chen spotted Xiao Wu strolling alone on the road from afar, her figure hopping and skipping, looking exceptionally lively. He casually bought a soft rabbit doll from a roadside stall and walked over to her.
Xiao Wu's eyes immediately lit up, and she stared at the doll, exclaiming softly, "What a beautiful little rabbit!"
Looking into her bright eyes, Yang Chen smiled slightly and said, "Do you like it? If you like it, I'll give it to you."
Xiao Wu was both surprised and delighted. She quickly took the doll and hugged it to her arms, thanking it softly, "Thank you! What's your name?"
"Yang Chen".
Xiao Wu hugged the rabbit doll, her eyes crinkling with laughter, and sweetly called out, "Thank you, Brother Yang Chen!"
Notting Academy's vermilion gates stand out prominently amidst the bustling city, symbolizing the path to becoming a Soul Master, a path that countless people aspire to.
Yang Chen followed the crowd into the academy, his steps leisurely, looking like a well-off boy casually attending school, completely unhurried. He went straight to the registration desk, his tone flat and indifferent:
"Teacher, I would like to apply to live off-campus."
The teacher in charge of registration looked up at him, somewhat surprised. Usually, students would spend a lot of time and effort applying for off-campus accommodation, but Yang Chen's attitude was natural and calm, making it seem reasonable to everyone.
The formalities were completed quickly, and as soon as Yang Chen left the school, he rented a courtyard house nearby. The courtyard wasn't large, but it was clean and tidy with blue bricks and tiles, and there was even a jujube tree in the yard. It felt especially comfortable after tidying it up.
It was still early, so he went back to the school and planned to visit Dormitory 7.
Pushing open the old wooden door of the work-study dormitory, a faint smell of dust wafted out. Yang Chen glanced around and immediately spotted a thin boy sitting in the corner, meditating with his eyes closed, his soul power weak but very stable—it was Tang San.
Yang Chen walked very quietly to Tang San's side. Taking advantage of Tang San's complete lack of vigilance, he flicked his fingertip and a wisp of almost invisible soul power gently touched the other's soul power circulation.
The force was as light as a gust of wind.
Tang San's breathing suddenly stopped, his cultivation rhythm was directly interrupted, and he opened his eyes with a whoosh, his brows furrowed, his face full of confusion, having no idea what had happened.
Yang Chen withdrew his hand without changing his expression, as if he were calmly greeting someone who was passing by.
A moment later, Xiao Wu skipped in, clutching a rabbit plush toy in her arms. When she saw Yang Chen, her eyes lit up, and she shook the toy, asking:
Do you live here too?
Yang Chen gently shook his head: "I rented a courtyard house outside, it's quite spacious. If you think the dormitory is too crowded, would you like to live with me?"
Upon hearing the word "spacious," Xiao Wu's eyes lit up instantly, and she nodded without hesitation: "Okay, okay!"
After completing the procedures for Xiao Wu to attend school as a day student, they returned to the courtyard house together.
As soon as Xiao Wu stepped inside, she exclaimed, "Wow! This place is huge! It's a hundred times more comfortable than the dorm!"
Yang Chen pointed to the room on the east side: "You'll stay in this room, it's right next to mine."
Xiao Wu looked at her own little room and smiled so hard her eyes crinkled: "Thank you, Brother Chen!"
When they went out to buy daily necessities with Xiaowu, as soon as they entered the grocery store, Xiaowu's eyes were immediately drawn to the carrot patterned bag in the most conspicuous position on the shelf.
With its soft, tender orange and pale yellow hues, it looked as warm as a sun-dried carrot, instantly capturing her heart.
She stood on tiptoe, staring intently, her eyes shining like fallen stars. Her small hands clutched the hem of her clothes, filled with joy yet too shy to speak.
Seeing her expectant and obedient look, Yang Chen couldn't help but chuckle. He stepped forward and said directly to the shopkeeper, "Wrap this duvet cover up."
Xiao Wu turned around abruptly, her eyes wide with surprise and delight: "Brother Yang Chen, you really bought it for me?"
"Take it if you like it." Yang Chen patted her head.
Xiao Wu hugged the new quilt cover so happily that she jumped up and down twice. She held it tightly all the way back to the courtyard house, her steps becoming much lighter. She was very pleased with herself.
Every night, she sleeps soundly, hugging her carrot-patterned blanket.
Life went on uneventfully like that.
Yang Chen attended classes normally every day, appearing no different from an ordinary student. However, he was secretly gathering his soul power, occasionally targeting Tang San, protecting Xiao Wu while slowly laying out his plans.
Tang San became increasingly wary of him, yet he couldn't fathom his true intentions, so he could only remain on guard silently.
That afternoon, a middle-aged man dressed in a simple robe walked into the classroom; it was Yu Xiaogang.
He first sized up Tang San, then looked at Yang Chen, his tone brimming with confidence:
"Your martial spirit foundation is excellent, but you lack guidance. I have a complete theory of martial spirits that can save you more than ten years of detours. Would you like to become my disciple?"
The surrounding students were all stunned, their eyes fixed on Yu Xiaogang. In their eyes, this theoretical master had a bunch of theories that no one took seriously.
His soul power was stuck at level 29 for life, and he had no outstanding achievements in his life. He was just a teacher at Notting Academy, making a living.
Even Tang San was slightly taken aback. His originally calm gaze turned to Yu Xiaogang, filled with a mixture of surprise and curiosity.
Yang Chen smiled slightly: "Thank you for your kindness, Master, but I have my own cultivation path, so I won't trouble you."
He silently thought to himself: You? You're not even level 30 yet, and you dare to take me as your apprentice?
Yu Xiaogang's smile froze instantly, clearly not expecting to be rejected so directly. He wanted to say something more, but Yang Chen had already turned away, making it obvious that he didn't want to talk.
Yu Xiaogang was so angry that his face turned pale and then red. In the end, he could only snort coldly and leave.
Tang San watched Yang Chen's retreating figure, his heart filled with complex emotions.
Xiao Wu sneaked up to Yang Chen, tilted her head, and lowered her voice, afraid that others would hear her:
"Brother Yang Chen, do you know what the classmates are saying behind your backs? They all say that Yu Xiaogang... is just wasting his life, his soul power will never improve, and he even dared to take Tang San as his disciple before!"
Yang Chen ruffled her soft hair and casually chuckled:
"What others do is their business. Yu Xiaogang's skills are only good enough to fool beginners. Does he really think everyone can't see through him?"
The weather is getting warmer, and the college has finally given us a holiday.
Yang Chen found Xiao Wu and said with a smile, "It's vacation time, I'll take you to the city. You can eat whatever you want and do whatever you want, it's all up to you."
Xiao Wu jumped up with joy: "Yay!"
During those few days, the two of them explored the entire city of Nottingham.
Eating candied hawthorns, hot snacks, and buying soft little rabbit dolls, Xiao Wu smiled like a carefree child.
Back at the courtyard house that evening, she leaned on Yang Chen's shoulder, exhausted, chattering away. Her dependence on him grew deeper each day.
With the holiday halfway over, I found an opportunity to secretly send a message home.
A few days later, a man with a deep aura and a cold expression arrived outside Nottingham.
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