Chapter 24 — Eastsea Academy! The New Term Begins!
She absolutely refused to believe Jiang Chen's kindness had anything to do with the nightly back scrubs or his insistence on sleeping beside her.
The girl downstairs could have done all that just as well.
"Is it… because of her?" she asked quietly.
Jiang Chen thought for a moment, then nodded. "Yeah. If Gu Yue were easier to fool, I'd have picked her instead."
After all, the two halves of the Silver Dragon King could never be the same.
Na'er fell silent and soon regained her calm—cold and reserved, just like Gu Yue herself.
"What do I need to do?" she asked.
Jiang Chen took her delicate hand and placed it on the Silver Dragon Spear's grip. "Try merging with it. Make it yours."
"Alright."
The moment her skin touched the shaft, Na'er felt a shiver run through her body—as though the spear was a part of her.
Then, a burst of silver light pierced between her brows. A golden mark—the emblem of the Silver Dragon Spear—glowed brightly across her forehead.
"Wait… does this mean I've—awakened?"
Na'er stared at her hands as the Silver Dragon Spear materialized within her grasp. She had awakened her martial soul at last.
Her soul power surged as well—innate full soul power.
But as a human, she could not generate spirit rings on her own. To advance, she'd need to visit the Spirit Transmission Tower.
"Tomorrow's the first day at Eastsea Academy. I'll have Tiangang take you to choose a spirit there," Jiang Chen said. "You'll grow stronger soon."
Na'er merely lowered her gaze, saying nothing.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"…How much does this cost?" she whispered.
Jiang Chen froze, his expression twitching. His hand—still resting gently atop her hair—went rigid.
Oh, for heaven's sake. Not this again!
Without warning, he grabbed her by the waist amid her startled yelp and carried her straight toward the bedroom.
"Don't! It's the middle of the day! I said I don't want to!"
A day passed quietly.
At Eastsea Academy's gate stood three figures—two girls and one boy.
Huo Yuner glanced up at her ancestor, then sideways at the cold, aloof Gu Yue standing beside him.
Not to be outdone, she swiftly rushed to Jiang Chen's opposite side, glaring at her rival from under her lashes.
There was already one Na'er at home. Now there was another woman.
Where did that leave her? She wasn't even allowed at the same dinner table anymore!
Jiang Chen ignored Yuner's little tantrum. His eyes wandered to Gu Yue with a teasing grin.
"Didn't think I'd ever see it," he said. "The wise and almighty Silver Dragon King, going to school."
Gu Yue's fists tightened. She could no longer stand the word wise. Every time he said it, it sounded like mockery.
"You can't provoke me," she said coldly. "Even if you reach Ultimate Douluo as a human, you'll die in three hundred years. When that time comes, I'll personally toll the bell for your funeral."
She wouldn't rest easy until she saw him dead.
Jiang Chen smiled lazily. "Then I'll just turn back into a soul beast and invite you along to face the million-year tribulation.
A trip to the underworld with the Silver Dragon King for company—how romantic."
Even Gu Yue's composure cracked at that.
She turned her head away and ignored him entirely.
Scanning the crowd of new students, her eyes suddenly lit up.
She spotted him.
Her heart quickened as she strode toward Tang Wulin with practiced poise.
"Hello, classmate," she said in a tone flat as glass. "My name is Gu Yue. I'm also a first-year student. Nice to meet you. I'd like to be friends."
Tang Wulin blinked in surprise, taking an instinctive step back.
His senior sister, Mu Xi, had warned him about girls. "Stay focused," she had said. "Relationships will only hurt your forging career."
His martial soul was weak. His best chance at respect lay in becoming a blacksmith—especially since only divine blacksmiths could forge the core components of four-word battle armor.
He remembered Mu Xi's story well—his teacher Mu Chen and the legendary divine craftsman Zhen Hua had once trained under the same master.
What separated them?
Attachment.
Both had loved the same girl—Mu Xi's mother—and when Mu Chen married her, Zhen Hua threw himself fully into his work.
That heartbreak had made him a god-tier smith.
Mu Chen, though brilliant, had remained at rank seven.
From that day on, Tang Wulin vowed to let nothing distract him.
Emotions had no place beside the forge.
(Mu Chen: …Excuse me?)
So when Gu Yue approached, and he instinctively backed away, she froze mid-step—confused by his rejection.
Though she had made an agreement with Jiang Chen, she still didn't trust him. If she could get close to the Golden Dragon King's host herself, she wouldn't need his help.
Her plan was simple: befriend Tang Wulin, then devour his bloodline when the time was right.
But Tang Wulin's stomach twisted in dread. Ever since becoming the student of a seven-star Saint Smith, people had constantly tried to cozy up to him.
And without Mu Xi around to chase them off, he didn't know what to do.
This girl seemed overly eager—too direct. He frowned.
Another one of those fame-seekers. The type Sister Mu Xi warned me about.
Such women were dangerous.
Just as he opened his mouth to turn her down, a familiar figure caught his eye.
"Excuse me, classmate."
Pushing gently past Gu Yue, Tang Wulin hurried toward Jiang Chen like a man spotting a lifeline.
"Brother Jiang Chen! You're enrolling here too? Does that mean we're classmates?"
Behind him, Gu Yue froze, her face darkening.
Her chest rose and fell with quiet fury.
Humiliation burned through her veins. She felt like a complete fool.
Damn you, Jiang Chen.
When I reclaim my throne as the true Dragon God, I'll carve your name into my throne—and make you kneel beneath my feet for eternity.
Eastsea Academy was vast, encompassing both middle and advanced divisions. It was one of the Federation's premier institutions for cultivating soul masters—second only to Shrek itself.
Across the Douluo Federation's sixteen great cities, each boasted one such elite academy dedicated to nurturing talent.
In the middle-division administration office, Director Long Hengxu's eyes gleamed as he reviewed the newly arrived students: Jiang Chen, Huo Yuner, Gu Yue, and Tang Wulin.
Especially Jiang Chen—the name alone carried prestige.
The Dark Demon Evil God Tiger. The Huo Clan's ancestral spirit.
A million-year soul spirit, passed from generation to generation—an existence revered throughout the Federation.
The Huo Clan had produced thirty-three Ultimate Douluo, each empowered by that same divine soul.
Even if they'd tried, such a lineage couldn't remain hidden for long.
Instead, they flaunted it openly. Pride was their tradition.
Knowing Jiang Chen's martial soul, Long Hengxu realized instantly what it meant.
The Huo Clan had preserved a god-tier legacy much like the Yuanen family's Titan Giant Ape heritage.
No wonder their prodigy, Huo Tiangang, had been stationed here as Tower Master of Eastsea's Spirit Transmission branch.
The academy's partnership with the Tower—and its generous resources—now made perfect sense.
For most institutions, accepting private support from outside forces was unthinkable.
But the Huo Clan wasn't just any family.
They were, after all, the founding bloodline of the Federation itself.
They had merely swapped "empire" for "federation."
No one dared call it anything else.
(END CHAPTER)
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