Douluo: When the piano sounds, the hidden weapon returns to the factory

Chapter 14 Enrollment
Three days later, in front of the main gate of Tiandou Royal Academy.

In the dim morning light, Dugu Yan, dressed in a dark green school uniform, stood proudly on the steps. A silver sash outlined her slender waist, and her emerald hair fluttered in the morning breeze. She turned to look at Feng Yao, who was holding "Fuxi" behind her, and smiled slightly. "Let's go, Xiaofeng. I'll take you to see the Education Committee." Her bright smile caught the attention of the passing students.

Feng Yao looked up at the gilded plaque, the morning sun gilding his handsome features. After undergoing the trials of ice and fire, his aura had become even more gentle, like jade, and his every move exuded a certain dignity.

"Thank you, Sister Yan." Feng Yao smiled and nodded, his moon-white gown fluttering with his steps, and the jade pendant on his waist jingling.

In the academy's corridor, the two figures drew countless surprised glances. Not only because of Feng Yao's extraordinary aura, but also because of Dugu Yan standing beside him. After all, Dugu Bo's reputation in the spirit master world was not good, and most people avoided him as much as possible. Even more shocking was the fact that the granddaughter of Poison Douluo was actually smiling and chatting cheerfully with the young man in white.

"Have you heard? That young man was sent here personally by Lord Poison Douluo."

“He’s not afraid either.”

Amidst the whispers, Dugu Yan seemed not to hear and instead moved a little closer to Feng Yao.

Turning around the corridor, a handsome young man with blond hair and blue eyes approached. Seeing their intimate gesture, Yu Tianheng frowned slightly, "Yanzi, this is..."

Dugu Yan suddenly let go of Feng Yao and affectionately took Yu Tianheng's arm. "Tianheng, let me introduce you." A sly look flashed in her eyes. "This is Feng Yao, the grandson of an old friend of Grandpa's. He's here to enroll this time, and we'll be classmates in the future."

After saying that, she turned to Feng Yao again, with a mischievous smile on her lips: "This is Yu Tianheng, my sister's man."

Feng Yao understood and bowed gracefully, "I've long admired the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex." His eyes were clear, revealing no flaws. The fact that the grandfather and grandson had been poisoned couldn't be known to anyone else. This identity as "grandson of an old friend" explained Dugu Bo's special care and also made the academy wary of his disdain.

Yu Tianheng's azure eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze tracing back and forth over Feng Yao like a knife. Dugu Yan's introduction made Feng Yao seem more like a relative seeking connections. The young man's handsome face and elegant manners seemed, in his eyes, superficial and superficial. A hint of disdain curved the corners of his mouth, and he nodded casually in response.

His gaze lingered for a moment on Feng Yao's slender fingers—those were clearly the hands of someone playing the zither or painting, how could they possibly be a spirit master? He had seen too many aristocratic children like this at the Tiandou Imperial Academy, who spent their days playing the zither and pretending to be refined, yet in practical classes, they couldn't even perform the most basic spirit skills properly.

Dugu Yan was acutely aware of Yu Tianheng's disdain, and a flicker of displeasure flashed across her emerald eyes. She parted her red lips and was about to retort, but Feng Yao remained calm, his gentle smile still etched on his lips, as if he hadn't taken the slight to heart.

Yu Tianheng raised his eyebrows slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in his blue eyes. At least this seemingly frail young man had impeccable bearing, much better than those dandy boys in the academy who would jump up and down at the slightest criticism.

"Okay Tianheng, I still have to take Xiaofeng to report to the Education Commission." Dugu Yan interrupted at the right time, her emerald-like long hair swaying gently as she turned her head. When she looked at Feng Yao, the sharpness between her eyebrows instantly turned into a pool of spring water: "Let's go, Xiaofeng, I'll take you to meet the three Education Commissioners." Her tone was so gentle that she was completely different from usual.

Feng Yao smiled and nodded, his slender fingers unconsciously stroking the lines of the guqin in his arms, his fingertips leaving a barely perceptible ripple of soul power on the strings. Sunlight filtered through the carved railings of the long corridor, casting dappled shadows on his handsome profile.

"Goodbye." Feng Yao bowed slightly to Yu Tianheng, his moon-white sleeves fluttering in the wind. When he turned around, the jade pendant on his waist made a crisp ding-dong sound, and the lingering sound was in line with some mysterious rhythm.

Yu Tianheng watched the two men walk away. For some reason, the seemingly gentle music of the zither made his heart tighten. This young man seemed to be more than he seemed.

Dugu Yan sighed softly, her emerald-like hair swaying slightly as she shook her head: "Xiaofeng, Tianheng actually has no ill intentions. He is just a member of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex family." She hesitated to speak, a trace of helplessness flashing in her green eyes, "You also know their temper..."

Feng Yao chuckled at this and said, "As for dragons, the sky is always the boss, and he is second." He winked mischievously, and the sunlight gilded his handsome profile. "Perhaps it's because my face is too outstanding, and it made our Blue Lightning's young master jealous."

Dugu Yan was stunned at first, then couldn't help but pat Feng Yao's shoulder. "You..." She suddenly lowered her voice, a cunning light flashing in her emerald eyes. "But to be honest, Lingling is really quite satisfied with your face."

Soon, Dugu Yan took Feng Yao through the magnificent central square of the college, climbed up the white marble steps, and arrived at the Ziwei Pavilion where the Education Committee had its offices.

"The three members of the Education Committee are inside." Dugu Yan lowered her voice and said, "Don't be nervous later. Grandpa has already informed them in advance."

"Thank you, Sister Yan." Feng Yao chuckled.

Pushing open the carved wooden door, the spacious hall revealed three members of the Education Committee sipping tea and discussing matters. Sitting in the center was the Head of Academic Affairs, Meng Shenji, dressed in a purple robe and with frosty silver hair. To his left sat Bai Baoshan, the Spirit Department Education Committee member, a slightly chubby figure with a piercing gaze. To his right sat Zhilin, the Control Department Education Committee member.

"Student Dugu, this is..." Meng Shenji put down the teacup and looked at Feng Yao with sharp eyes.

"Mr. Education Commissioner, this is the grandson of my grandfather's old friend, Feng Yao." Dugu Yan bowed gracefully. "I am here by my grandfather's order to recommend you for admission."

Bai Baoshan looked at Feng Yao with great interest: "I heard that you are quite accomplished in music?"

Feng Yao bowed calmly, "I only know a little bit about the basics, so I don't deserve the praise from the Education Commission."

Zhilin narrowed his eyes slightly, observing with interest the guqin martial spirit that constantly appeared in Feng Yao's hand. The guqin's body radiated a warm luster, emitting a subtle rhythmic fluctuation.

"Mr. Feng, why do you keep your spirit unleashed?" Zhilin asked, stroking his chin, a curious glint in his eyes. "This consumes quite a bit of spirit power."

Feng Yao's fingertips gently plucked the strings, emitting a clear, trembling sound. "Reporting to the Education Committee, this is the practice habit of this younger generation." His voice was as soft as the sound of a zither. "The art of zither is about connecting the mind and heart. Only by constantly accompanying your martial spirit can you comprehend the mysteries of the flow of music."

As he spoke, he twisted his wrist slightly, and a faint golden ripple of soul power rippled across the strings. The fluctuation was extremely subtle, but it caused Zhilin's pupils to shrink suddenly.

Zhilin's face lit up with understanding, and he suddenly threw a gold soul coin, which arced through the air and struck Feng Yao in the face. In a flash, Feng Yao flicked the Fuxi in his arms with his fingers. With a crisp "ding" sound, the sound wave accurately deflected the flying gold soul coin.

"What exquisite control!" Zhilin, a control-type spirit master, was struck by his eyes. "Interesting," Bai Baoshan couldn't help but lean in to observe. "You integrate cultivation into your daily life. No wonder you have such exquisite control over your spirit power."

Feng Yao lowered his eyes humbly: "It's just a trifle, sorry to have embarrassed you, the education committee members." The sound of the piano rose and fell slightly with his breathing, as if it had life and resonated with its master.

Meng Shenji's penetrating gaze fell upon Feng Yao, a profound smile forming at the corner of his mouth. As his fingertips tapped the tabletop, the air in the hall suddenly distorted and fluctuated subtly.

Feng Yao suddenly felt as if the space around him solidified, invisible soul power surging from all directions like a tide. His slender figure froze slightly, and he felt like a flying insect trapped in amber, unable to move even his fingertips.

"Huh?" A hint of surprise flashed across Meng Shenji's calm gaze. He could clearly sense that the young man before him had only a Soul Power of Level 27, yet despite the suppression of his Soul Power, his expression remained normal, even his breathing remained uncluttered.

The black robe moved without wind, and Meng Shenji seemed to adjust his sitting posture casually, but in fact, the soul pressure he exerted was increasing at an alarming rate.
It wasn't until he reached level thirty-five that Feng Yao frowned slightly. His fingertips trembled, and the ancient zither "Fuxi" in his arms uttered a clear tune. As the sound faded, Meng Shenji was surprised to find that his soul power had become like cotton wool, enveloping Feng Yao, yet unable to reach his true form.

"Wonderful!" Bai Baoshan couldn't help but applaud, "You can actually use music to build a soul barrier!"

Meng Shenji retracted his pressure and exchanged a knowing glance with his two colleagues. He clapped his hands and laughed, "Great! Great! Great! Heroes truly emerge from youth! With talent like this, even if no one recommends me, let alone Poison Douluo, our Tiandou Royal Academy would welcome you with open arms!"

Feng Yao bowed calmly, his voice as gentle as jade amidst the lingering music of the zither: "I am grateful for the kindness of the three members of the Education Committee. I will continue to practice diligently."

Meng Shenji stroked his beard and smiled, his deep gaze moving between the two of them: "In that case, please trouble Dugu to take Feng to handle the admission procedures." He tapped the table lightly with his fingertips.

Dugu Yan bowed gracefully, her emerald hair swaying gently as she moved. "I obey your orders." She turned around, her skirt fluttering, and winked at Feng Yao. "Come on, I'll take you to the Academic Affairs Office."

Dugu Yan led Feng Yao through various parts of the academy to handle formalities, and the red tape of the academy was on full display at this moment. They first went to the Academic Affairs Office to get their student ID cards, then went to the Finance Office to pay tuition, and then went to the Logistics Office to pick up their school uniforms.

"Two sets each for spring, summer, autumn and winter, four sets of formal wear, and two sets of training clothes." Feng Yao looked at the pile of clothes in his hands and couldn't help but smile, "This school uniform is more than all my belongings."

Dugu Yan chuckled and helped him sort out the items he had received. "You've only just started. You still haven't picked up your tuxedo for etiquette class and your equestrian uniform for riding class. Of course, there's no need to pick up these optional items if you don't want to go."

Feng Yao looked at the densely packed list and held his forehead in a dramatic manner, "Is it too late for me to drop out now?"

"But the simulated training environment of Tiandou Royal Academy is the best in the entire Tiandou. Even the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Sect and the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect cannot compare with it in this regard. This is a resource advantage. This is why many disciples of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Sect and the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect will enter Tiandou Royal Academy to study. On the one hand, it is to strengthen the connection between the sect and the empire, and on the other hand, it is also for this simulated training environment." Dugu Yan smiled and patted Feng Yao's shoulder.

Feng Yao nodded as a matter of course. After all, in terms of resources and land, no matter how powerful the sect was, it could not compare to the empire.

Nearing noon, the two arrived at their final destination—the library. As Feng Yao took the gilded library card, Dugu Yan stretched, her emerald hair fluttering in the breeze. "Finally, it's done. Shall I show you the dorm?"

Feng Yao held his arms full of things, a hint of warmth flashing in his eyes: "No need, today is all thanks to Sister Yan."

Dugu Yan turned around and smiled, her emerald green eyes sparkling like the finest cat's eye. "We'll be classmates from now on, no need to be so polite." As if she suddenly remembered something, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, revealing a sly smile. "Oh, I forgot to tell you, your dormitory happens to be next to Tianheng."

Feng Yao heard this, and a look of helplessness crossed his handsome face. His slender fingers unconsciously plucked the strings of the "Fuxi" qin in his arms, and he let out a faint sound that seemed like a sigh and a laugh: "Sister Yan, are you just worried about the world not being in chaos?"

Dugu Yan covered her lips with her sleeve, but she couldn't hide the mischievous glint in her eyes. She took a step closer, her delicate fragrance lingering on Feng Yao's nose. She chuckled and said, "If you can beat him, help me beat him up."

Dugu Yan took Feng Yao through the quaint and elegant corridor in front of the library, casting mottled light and shadows on the ground.

"The registration procedures are complete." Dugu Yan waved her student ID card, her emerald hair gleaming charmingly in the sunlight. "Let's go, it's almost time. I'll take you to try the academy's specialty dishes and introduce you to a beautiful woman."

The two of them arrived at the central cafeteria of the academy. It was a magnificent dome-shaped building, its interior decoration exquisite yet elegant. It was noon, and the cafeteria was bustling with people, with students from various departments gathered in groups of three or four to eat.

After Dugu Yan and Feng Yao had picked up their food, they walked familiarly in one direction. Soon, Feng Yao saw a silver-haired girl sitting alone by the window. The sunlight cast a soft glow on her delicate profile. In front of her were several exquisite dishes, but they were barely touched.

"Lingling!" Dugu Yan pulled Feng Yao and walked quickly through the restaurant, her emerald-like long hair fluttering lightly behind her.

Ye Lingling looked up at the sound, her lavender eyes flashing with surprise the moment she saw Feng Yao. The silver fork in her hand paused slightly, reflecting a tiny ray of light in the sunlight.

"What? You don't recognize this handsome young man after just a few days of not seeing him?" Dugu Yan winked mischievously and deliberately pushed Feng Yao forward half a step.

A faint blush crept across Ye Lingling's fair cheeks, and the tips of her ears, barely visible among her silver hair, were tinged with pink. She lowered her eyes, her voice as light as a feather brushing past: "Hello."

Feng Yao gracefully performed a standard chest-touching salute, with a gentle smile on the corner of his lips: "Feng Yao. I didn't expect to see classmate Ye again so soon. It's such an honor."

"Hey, don't be so distant~" Dugu Yan said with a wicked smile, nudging Feng Yao with her elbow, "Just call me Sister Lingling."

"Yanyan!" Ye Lingling called out shyly, her slender white fingers unconsciously twisting the napkin tightly. The blush had spread from the tips of her ears to her neck, especially noticeable against her silver hair.

Seeing this, Dugu Yan smiled even brighter, but she stopped teasing her friend. "Okay, okay, I won't tease you anymore." She pulled Feng Yao to a seat. "Let's eat first. We need to take him to meet the rest of the team later."

(End of this chapter)