"It's not what you think."
Facing Tang Luochuan's expression full of doubt, Gu Yue felt somewhat embarrassed, especially when she met his silent gaze, her face flushing with awkwardness.
"Hmm..."
"I believe you."
Tang Luochuan nodded earnestly.
"..."
However, seeing the scene before her, Gu Yue couldn't bring herself to believe his words, and she felt restless.
"Alright."
"Anyway, if you have time... you're welcome to visit my place. I have other things to attend to now, so you can go ahead."
After hurriedly bidding farewell to Tang Luochuan, she had no intention of staying any longer and quickly disappeared from his sight.
"..."
"I really do believe you."
Looking at the scene before him, Tang Luochuan couldn't help but feel both amused and exasperated. He had been completely sincere in his words.
But it seemed that Gu Yue's impression of him wasn't bad—at least she hadn't considered devouring him or anything like that, which was great.
Especially now...
It was more than just "not bad."
"She invited me to her home."
"Those so-called 'parents' are probably the Star Dou Forest's ferocious beasts."
A glimmer of light flashed in Tang Luochuan's eyes.
If it was really as he thought, then it wasn't just that Gu Yue had a good impression of him—this was the rhythm of raising a child groom!
"A nine-year-old child, at the most innocent age, being groomed from scratch to become a husband..."
"As expected of the Silver Dragon King..."
Meanwhile, in another corner of the playground.
This was the first class of Grade One, Class Five, where the strongest student would be determined and appointed as the class monitor.
Standing before a group of nine-year-old classmates was a tall man observing them.
He was a tall man, somewhat lean, with sharp, piercing eyes and a high nose bridge, giving off an exceptionally upright demeanor.
His long, lake-blue hair cascaded down his back, reaching all the way to his waist, swaying slightly in the breeze.
His name was Wu Zhangkong, 29 years old, a 69th-level six-ringed Battle Soul Emperor, with the Frost Sky Sword Spirit as his Martial Soul, and a two-word Battle Armor Master.
The disciple of the Crimson Dragon Douluo, the Sky-Ice Dance!
But at this moment, his face was tinged with silence.
"Level 11, Level 12, Level 13..."
"The strongest is only Level 13, and there's only one. Great, not a single genius left for me..."
Looking at the group before him, beneath Wu Zhangkong's calm expression lay a heart full of helplessness.
In this new class, having been transferred from the senior division to the intermediate division, he had made a bold choice: to decline the position of head teacher for Class One and instead take on the weakest class.
Through the promotion matches, he aimed to make it the strongest class and lead at least one student to the place he had once been.
He had his own pride. Of course, he knew it wouldn't be easy, but he held onto his pride.
However...
This talent was just too raw.
Levels 12 and 13—such weak realms. When had he reached that level? The fourth month after awakening his Martial Soul?
"You, introduce yourself."
Wu Zhangkong's gaze fell on a female student, and after a moment of silence, he finally spoke.
"Jiang Lan, Martial Soul: Earth Clod, Level 13 Defense-type Soul Master."
This was the only prodigy girl in the class, a level 13 Soul Master, undoubtedly the most talented among them.
"Alright, you are the strongest one present here. Is there anyone who wants to challenge her?"
"If no other student can surpass her, she will be the class monitor."
Wu Zhangkong spoke with a calm expression.
"..."
Hearing these words, Jiang Lan couldn't help but smile. Earlier, the teacher had introduced himself as a Soul Emperor, the strongest in Donghai Academy.
Although it was unclear why he was leading the weakest Class Five, this was undoubtedly a pleasant surprise. Becoming the class monitor under such a teacher would bring her many benefits.
None of the other students spoke up, but a few level 12 Soul Masters looked eager, clearly aware of the advantages.
"Teacher, may I give it a try?"
At this moment, Tang Wulin blinked and spoke up directly.
"Go ahead."
Seeing him speak, Wu Zhangkong showed a hint of surprise. The reason was simple—Tang Wulin was one of the few students he remembered, a very handsome boy.
Most importantly, his talent: a level 12 Soul Master with... Blue Silver Grass. While this might seem like a weak talent, for someone with the Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul, it already showed great potential.
"Both of you, step forward."
"You may begin."
Wu Zhangkong spoke slowly.
"My name is Tang Wulin."
"A level 12 Control System Soul Master. Please guide me."
Tang Wulin smiled slightly, and a strand of Blue Silver Grass instantly appeared in his hand, accompanied by a shining yellow Soul Ring.
"Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul."
"Blue Silver Grass dares to challenge?"
As soon as he revealed his Martial Soul, the other level 12 students looked surprised. However, when they saw the Soul Ring beside him, they quickly understood.
A hundred-year Soul Ring meant he had absorbed a hundred-year Soul Spirit. Perhaps this was his confidence.
"..."
"Jiang Lan, level 13 Soul Master."
The girl was visibly stunned for a moment. As a surge of earth element emerged from her hand, a white Soul Ring appeared around her.
Her face now showed no trace of arrogance.
A hundred-year Soul Spirit.
This was almost unheard of among weaker Soul Masters. Even Jiang Lan, who was one level higher in Soul Power, became more cautious.
Even though his Martial Soul was just Blue Silver Grass.
"First Soul Skill."
"Entangle."
Without saying much, Tang Wulin activated his Soul Ring, and clusters of vibrant Blue Silver Grass flew toward his opponent.
Though it was just the most common Soul Skill of Blue Silver Grass, Wu Zhangkong clearly noticed that the tips of the grass were sharp.
Sharpening the Blue Silver Grass? Interesting.
"Earth Wall."
Jiang Lan frowned and immediately released her Soul Skill, surrounding herself with layers of earth to ensure absolute safety.
Just as she thought there would be no mishap, the Blue Silver Grass completely pierced through her defense, pointing directly at her.
"..."
"Tang Wulin wins."
Wu Zhangkong announced the result without emotion.
"Is there anyone who wants to challenge Tang Wulin?"
"If not, then from now on, he will be the monitor of Class Five."
Wu Zhangkong spoke indifferently.
"I'll give it a try."
A boy with bangs spoke up.
"My name is Xing Ergou."
"Martial Soul, Black Shadow Axe."
With a sinister smile on his face, a pitch-black axe appeared in his hand, and a yellow Soul Ring emerged as well.
He was confident in his combat prowess, believing he could defeat the previous defensive Soul Master, let alone the Blue Silver Grass Soul Master before him.
"First Soul Skill..."
"I'll cut it!"
"Entangle."
Tang Wulin didn't say much, simply releasing his Blue Silver Grass to attack his opponent.
"It's just Blue Silver Grass, I'll cut it..."
Xing Ergou's face was filled with disdain, but the next moment, he realized he couldn't even break through the impact of the Blue Silver Grass...
In the end, he was instead bound into a bundle by his opponent.
"Tang Wulin wins."
"If no one else steps forward, I declare him the class monitor."
Wu Zhangkong spoke calmly as he observed the scene.
As for Tang Wulin's feat of single-handedly defeating a Power Attack System Soul Master, the others no longer dared to challenge him.
"Your Blue Silver Grass is quite extraordinary."
Wu Zhangkong glanced in Tang Wulin's direction and remarked lightly.
Ordinary Blue Silver Grass would be lucky not to be cut, let alone counterattack. This Tang Wulin was truly unusual!
"Haha..."
Tang Wulin wore a bright smile on his face.
These techniques were all taught to him by his brother. If the other was praising him, wasn't it essentially praising his brother?
But soon, his smile faded.
"Since no one dar
es to challenge you anymore, then now..."
"Let's have a match."
Wu Zhangkong said with a kind smile.
"Of course..."
"Huh?"
Tang Wulin instinctively nodded, but the next moment he suddenly froze, his smile stiffening.
Him, facing a Soul Emperor one-on-one?