Douluo Continent: Dragon's Journey Across the World

Chapter 6 Enrollment

Yang Ping'an spent the night planning his future cultivation, and the next morning he began training himself again. Now he is just waiting to be admitted to school and, after receiving instruction from his teachers, he can truly begin meditation.

Two more months have passed, and it's almost time to start school.

That evening, Old Tom came to find him alone: ​​"Ping An, tomorrow I will send you to Notting Elementary School in Notting City to start school. You must study hard at school and strive to become a Soul Master as soon as possible. As long as your parents know in the afterlife, they will be comforted."

After saying that, Old Tom took out a money bag and handed it to Yang Ping'an: "Ping'an, you may have to spend a lot of money when you go to Notting Elementary School. This is the gold soul coins you deposited with me. You may need to use them when you go to school. Although there are thirteen gold soul coins here, which is a considerable amount of wealth, you will be in school for a long time, so you should use them sparingly."

Yang Ping'an looked at Old Tom, a hint of conflict on his face: "Grandpa Tom, after my parents died these past two years, I'm so grateful for your care. Otherwise, I might not have grown up this big. Could I continue to keep these gold soul coins with you?"

Old Tom couldn't help but laugh: "Ping An, what are you thinking? I'm the village chief, so naturally I won't covet your little bit of gold soul coins. You can take it without worry. As long as I'm still in the village, none of these villagers will dare to covet your gold soul coins. Besides, you should be a Soul Master in the future, and the village will still need Soul Masters like you to take care of it."

Yang Ping'an thought for a while before accepting the gold soul coins. Then he took out three gold soul coins from his money bag and handed them to Tom.

"Grandpa Village Chief, over the years, both my parents and I have benefited greatly from your care. You even helped with the funeral arrangements for my parents. I don't have much left now, but this is my way of thanking you for all these years."

Old Tom couldn't help but laugh, but he still accepted the three gold soul coins: "Consider these as money you've deposited with me. Just come and get them from me whenever you need them."

"Grandpa Tom, don't worry, the village will always be my home. I will go back to the village every year during my holidays."

Old Tom left Yang Ping'an's house with a sense of relief after hearing this.

Yang Ping'an's smile slowly faded after watching Old Tom leave.

As for the things under the floor tiles at the foot of the bed, Yang Ping'an never even glanced at them. When these things were put there, Yang Ping'an was only two years old. In his parents' eyes, he was just an ignorant child, so his father did not hide these things from Yang Ping'an.

But what no one knew was that Yang Ping'an already had thoughts and memories back then. He knew exactly what was under the floor tiles, and even knew how to open the floor tiles.

However, the contents inside were far too astonishing. Yang Ping'an was only a six-year-old child, practically powerless. He understood the principle that possessing a treasure could bring trouble. If even a tiny bit of the contents were revealed, it could lead to his death. It was better to keep it under the floor tiles, at least so that the villagers wouldn't be able to find or open it.

The next morning, Yang Ping'an had already packed his things at home, ready to leave at any time.

Yang Ping'an carried very little; besides two sets of clothes, he had nothing else. After all, since his mother's death, his family had become extremely poor over the past two years.

After Old Tom arrived, Yang Ping'an locked the front door and left.

As the villagers watched Yang Ping'an leave, they all looked on with envy. In the Douluo Continent, there was an insurmountable gap between Soul Masters and ordinary people.

This trip to Nottingham was accompanied by Old Tom and his son. The three of them drove an oxcart to Nottingham, since the village was quite far from the city. It was a rare opportunity to go to town, and they needed to buy some things together and also help others buy personal items.

The oxcart traveled for a full four hours before finally arriving in Nottingham.

After entering the city, Old Tom's son drove the oxcart to buy supplies, while Old Tom took Yang Ping'an and the other to register at Notting Elementary School.

When the two arrived at Notting Elementary School, the gatekeeper did not give Old Tom and Yang Ping'an any trouble.

On the contrary, the doorman and Old Tom seemed to know each other quite well, probably because Old Tom had brought work-study students to Nottingham Primary School before.

After exchanging pleasantries with the gatekeeper, Old Tom led Yang Ping'an into Notting Elementary School to register, since a six-year-old child couldn't possibly register by himself.

The registration process is very simple, especially for work-study students. Work-study students do not need to pay tuition fees. The process mainly involves information registration, class assignment, dormitory assignment, etc. Of course, some books and school rules are also provided.

However, the teacher who helped Yang Ping'an register was puzzled when he saw Yang Ping'an's information, especially when he saw Yang Ping'an's martial soul, and there seemed to be a deep meaning in his eyes.

As expected, Yang Ping'an was also assigned to Room 7. It is said that all the work-study students were assigned to Room 7.

After registering, Yang Ping'an, carrying his belongings, went to Room 7 following the instructions of the faculty and students.

Upon entering Room 7, a strange smell filled the room, likely from sweat. After all, these were just elementary school children, and none of them had taken a shower or washed their clothes, so a bit of an odor was normal.

In particular, the entire Room 7 is over 300 square meters and has more than 50 beds, but only 10 or 20 beds have blankets. Either the work-study students for this year haven't arrived yet, or there are only a few work-study students.

Yang Ping'an casually found a relatively secluded spot to put the quilt down. The entire room was quite spacious, which suited Yang Ping'an's personality.

As for interacting with other students or forming groups among work-study students, Yang Ping'an had no interest in it. According to his own plan, he probably wouldn't stay in the work-study dormitory for very long, since work-study students are supposed to work, and it would take one or two hours every day, which would be a complete waste of time.

Actually, I have ten gold soul coins, as well as some silver soul coins and bronze soul coins. I should be able to afford the tuition fees before I become a Soul Master, since elementary school tuition is relatively low, only five gold soul coins a year.

Based on Yang Ping'an's analysis of the Purple Gold Mastiff, he knew he would definitely have to go out to find a job, and he had even already decided on his job goals.

After the admissions were completed that day, Director Su, who was in charge of admissions, and the dean of the academy were chatting. They were mainly discussing whether there were any promising students for this year's enrollment, especially those with high innate soul power and strong martial souls. These students are the ones the academy focuses on cultivating.

In the world of Soul Masters, one's innate Soul Power and Martial Soul basically determine the upper limit of development. There are indeed some promising talents who could easily surpass the people present in the future. It is even worthwhile to invest in them in advance, since the strongest person in the entire Notting City is a Soul King, and the strongest person in the academy is the Dean, a Soul Master.

Inside the dean's office, there was a middle-aged man dressed in black. He had short black hair and looked rather melancholy and颓废 (颓废 is a difficult word to translate directly, but it implies a sense of listlessness, decadence, and apathy) on his face, though there also seemed to be an invisible arrogance about him.

(End of this chapter)