Tang Yin

After witnessing Xie Xie get elbowed into unconsciousness, Tang Wulin also passed out. Looking at the two fallen figures, Chen Jianshu's eyes lit up. Great chance! I'm in!

Chen Jianshu immediately seized the opening, hurrying to Xie Xie's side and shaking him as he said:

"Xie Xie? Xie Xie! Wake up!"

Slap, slap, slap, slap!

He slapped Xie Xie several times, but it didn't seem to do anything. With no other choice, he grabbed Xie Xie by the ankle and dragged him along, then grabbed Tang Wulin's ankle on the other side and dragged him along too.

After taking them both to the Infirmary at Eastsea Academy, Chen Jianshu quietly used the Color Projector to copy Tang Wulin. Before long, numerous things appeared in his treasury.

[Asura Tang San] Quality: gold.

[Golden Dragon King] Quality: gold.

[Young Tang Wulin] Quality: green.

Noble Phantasm: [Blue Silver Grass] Quality: white.

[Blue Silver Emperor] Quality: blue.

[Asura Clear Sky Hammer] Quality: purple.

[Annihilation Divine Core] Quality: gold.

[Asura Demon Sword] Quality: gold.

Chen Jianshu's scalp tingled as he looked at all those things. As expected of a God King's son—he really was rich.

But what was with this Asura Tang San? Shouldn't he have been the Sea God? And shouldn't the copied divine artifact have been the Sea God Trident? How had it become the Asura Demon Sword?

He was puzzled. After all, given how the Projector worked, it would copy everything on the target that could be copied.

Things like Martial Souls, character information, and Noble Phantasms. For example, if Tang Wulin carried a strand of Tang San's divine consciousness, that could be copied too.

But what it had copied wasn't the Sea God's divine consciousness, but Tang San in his Asura God state. That was rather strange, and the divine artifact wasn't the Sea God Trident either, but the Asura Demon Sword.

How strange...

Still puzzled, Chen Jianshu slowly made his way to a deserted grove. After taking a deep breath, he immediately activated his First Soul Skill, Noble Phantasm Projection.

As he continuously poured out his Soul Power, boundless killing intent and a murderous presence manifested, and a blood-red greatsword 1.6 meters long came into view.

Thud!

The greatsword slammed heavily into the ground. Chen Jianshu's face turned slightly pale. Even though it was only a Soul Grandmaster-level projection of the Asura Demon Sword, it had still taken more than half his Soul Power just to barely form it.

"Phew... as expected of a Super Divine Artifact... projecting it really is difficult..."

He let out a long breath. Although it only had fifty percent of the power of a Soul Grandmaster-level Asura Demon Sword, a Super Divine Artifact was still a Super Divine Artifact. Its power was beyond question.

Its attack power was definitely countless times greater than that of the Golden Dragon Spear and Silver Dragon Spear. After all, the Golden Dragon Spear was meant for drawn-out fights, relying on lifesteal to wear opponents down.

The Silver Dragon Spear mainly relied on magic attacks and lifesteal, while the Asura Demon Sword was pure slaughter, born expressly for killing. Naturally, its attack power and killing power were greater than those of the Golden Dragon Spear and Silver Dragon Spear.

"This thing really isn't something I can use at my current stage. I'd better put it away for now..."

Chen Jianshu dismissed the Asura Demon Sword, then sat cross-legged where he was to recover his Soul Power.

Around noon, Xu Xiaoyan arrived at Eastsea Academy, and the two ate in the cafeteria.

"Thanks, A-Shu. Let me treat you to a meal."

"Okay."

An awkward smile hung on Xu Xiaoyan's face as she treated him to a meal, and he didn't refuse.

While they ate, Xu Xiaoyan tapped furiously at her phone. Apparently, she was filing a complaint: was this how that shop handled confidentiality? It had made her lose all face.

She had to complain, and complain hard!

The two chatted and spent time together like ordinary friends, occasionally griping about things.

That afternoon, the class assignments came out. As expected, Chen Jianshu had been assigned to Class One, and he noticed several familiar names.

Xu Xiaoyan, Xie Xie, Wang Jinxi, Zhang Yangzi, Wei Xiaofeng—they were all familiar faces. It would certainly be lively.

Just as he was about to look away, his sharp eyes caught a name. His eyes widened, and he immediately fixed all his attention on it.

Eastsea Freshman Class One, Na'er.

The moment he saw the name, his mind went blank for an instant. Na'er? That Na'er? Surely it couldn't be little Silver Dragon King Na'er, could it?

"It should just be someone with the same name... probably..."

Chen Jianshu hesitated to speak, then thought that there were probably other people named Na'er.

Like in Douluo II, Huo Yuhao's little maid had been called Ghost Nana, if he remembered right. It was probably just someone with the same name...

He soon put his doubts aside and looked through the list again, this time going over it carefully to avoid missing anything.

After checking it again, he soon found another familiar name: Tang Yin! He remembered that Tang San seemed to have used that name as an alias.

Why had it appeared here too? Looking at the name, he knitted his brows. If a Huo Yuhao showed up as well, that would be fun...

Little did he know that over at Monster Academy on the Star Luo Continent, a student named Huo Yunhao had enrolled.

After getting the class assignment information, he returned to his dorm to cultivate and wait for school to start the next day.

The next morning, Eastsea Academy's dean, Yu Zhen, held a welcoming ceremony. It was mostly just a bunch of pointless talk.

Xu Xiaoyan and Xie Xie stood beside Chen Jianshu. As Class One students, they were standing right at the front and couldn't even let their minds wander.

After the barrage of pointless talk was over, everyone gathered in the Freshman Class One classroom to wait for their homeroom teacher to come teach.

Chen Jianshu sat in the last row, the king's homeland, waiting in boredom. Just then, he noticed that many people, especially the boys, were looking his way. Their gazes were, well...

Hard to describe. They looked as if they had been drawn to something beautiful and were staring in a daze. Just as he was about to turn around in confusion,

A fragrance suddenly wafted over. A pair of small hands reached out from behind him, came around to the front, and covered his eyes.

The delicate fragrance grew stronger. It seemed to be Na'er's scent. While he was wondering, a voice filled with laughter rang out.

"Guess who I am?"

"I can tell by your voice. It's Na'er."

"You guessed right!"

Hearing that he had guessed who she was, Na'er withdrew her hands, and her youthful, lovely figure appeared beside him.

"Brother Jianshu, are you surprised? Was it unexpected?"

The girl before him smiled with curved brows and eyes, a pair of little dimples appearing on her cheeks. She looked as innocent and pure as a little elf.

"How did you get here? Did you sneak out?"

Looking at her after she had joined Eastsea Academy, his eyes were full of surprise. After all, he remembered that little Na'er was supposed to go to Shrek or somewhere like that.

In the original story, however, Na'er had gone to Shrek Academy to seek protection from a powerful expert, so that even if Gu Yue wanted to overturn the chessboard, she would have the means to contend with her.

But now she had no reason to go to Shrek. After all, although the title of the world's number one currently belonged to Qingtian Douluo, the Spirit Pagoda's overall strength was worth ten Shrek Academies.

"I was bored at home too, so I wanted to come keep you company, Brother."

Na'er winked playfully at Chen Jianshu. The students around them heard how they addressed each other; the two seemed to be brother and sister.

In an instant, numerous gazes fell on him, their eyes full of hope. One gaze, however, was different, seemingly carrying wariness and killing intent.

Having obtained the Asura Tang San Character Card and the Asura Demon Sword Noble Phantasm, Chen Jianshu was highly sensitive to such killing intent.

He looked over from the corner of his eye and saw an ordinary-looking boy, his face blackened by smoke, staring at him and Na'er with great wariness.

Who's this kid? Showing me killing intent right off the bat? Looks like he's asking for death. If this weren't a society ruled by law, anyone who dared hiss at me would have to die.

"Brother, why aren't you saying anything?"

Noticing that his mind had wandered, Na'er tilted her head slightly, then bent down and leaned closer, leaving Chen Jianshu with nothing in his field of vision but her.

"It's nothing. Sit down, class is about to start."

With Na'er filling his vision, Chen Jianshu took a critical hit from her beauty. He leaned back slightly, coughed a few times, and gestured for her to sit down.

Honestly, Na'er was beautiful. Although she was only nine, she already looked just like a fourteen-year-old girl.

She had long, smooth silver-white hair and lively silver eyes that shone as though they held countless stars. She was about 1.3 meters tall and wore Eastsea Academy's green uniform and a brown skirt.

She could be called a graceful young girl. He had never dated in his previous life—what kind of romantic experience could you expect a shut-in to have? It was normal to feel a little awkward when a pretty girl suddenly leaned close.

Na'er sat down beside him and chatted with him off and on. The classroom buzzed with discussion, and many of the boys looked at Na'er with slightly flushed cheeks.

After all, it was the first time they had seen a girl as pretty as Na'er. They were at an age when youthful feelings were just beginning to stir, so it was normal for them to feel a little restless.

Soon, a tall figure approached the classroom, footsteps drawing closer from afar. Everyone instinctively looked toward the sound and saw a figure enter, wearing a blue robe, his face cold as frost. He had long, deep-blue hair, and his eyes were full of sharpness.

The instant he entered, the temperature in the entire classroom dropped. Chen Jianshu paused, looking at the figure before him, whose handsome face looked as though it had been carved with a knife. A question flashed through his mind.

Isn't that Little Changkong of Eastsea? Why has he come to Class One?

"I'm your homeroom teacher, Wu Changkong. Unless something unexpected happens, I'll be your homeroom teacher for the next three years."

Wu Changkong swept his gaze over everyone, an indifferent expression like ten-thousand-year frost on his face. The students instantly felt the pressure multiply, as though an invisible mountain were bearing down on them.

Xie Xie, Wang Jinxi, Wei Xiaofeng, and Zhang Yangzi sucked in cold breaths, thinking, What an overwhelming presence!

"Listen carefully. In my class, I won't force you to study. Everyone has their own fate; everyone has different ideas and different goals.

"In this age, apart from staying where you are waiting to die or falling into depravity, you can support yourselves even if you don't take the Soul Master's path. Be sure to thank the Spirit Pagoda's First Generation Spirit Transmission Douluo for fighting to give you countless paths to choose from."

Wu Changkong folded his arms across his chest. His tone was flat, without a trace of discernible emotion, and everyone understood what he meant.

He wouldn't force them to follow the path of a Soul Master. After all, there were so many fields now; who said only Soul Masters could get ahead?

Nowadays, researchers and people who made major contributions to society had a status equal to that of the upper ranks.

For example, those who developed new soybean varieties to improve agricultural yields and quality, or made major contributions to Soul Guidance Technology research and development, were also admired by countless people.

Although their status was a little lower than that of Titled Douluo, they were more important than Titled Douluo. In Wu Changkong's view, it was a matter of interest: there were no worthless fields, only worthless people.

Besides, interest was the best teacher. Even if he forced everyone onto the path of Soul Master cultivation, if you weren't willing to cultivate, you wouldn't amount to much in the future anyway. You might as well find something that interested you; perhaps you could still make something of yourself.

This was the Spirit Pagoda's philosophy. After all, there were countless living beings on the Douluo Continent. According to the First Generation Spirit Transmission Douluo's remarks on "biological diversity," there would always be people who tired of fighting and liked farming, scientific research, or studying food and the like. That was what made the world more colorful.

The many students below were as silent as cicadas in winter, mainly because the pressure of a superior emanating from Wu Changkong was too strong. Soon, he began the lesson proper.

"All right, let's begin class. For the first lesson of the school year, let me first learn about you: your names, Martial Souls, Soul Power Levels, and what kind of people you want to become."

At his direction, everyone began introducing themselves and their goals.

"My name is Xie Xie. My Martial Soul is the Light Dragon Dagger, I'm level twenty-seven, and my goal is to become a powerful Soul Master."

"My name is Wei Xiaofeng. My Martial Soul is the Azure Shadow Snake, I'm level twenty-six, and my goal is to become a Titled Douluo."

Everyone took turns introducing themselves. Those with good talent who came from great clans generally chose to become Soul Masters. After all, that was how they had been educated from childhood.

Chen Jianshu's gaze, however, kept drifting toward the ordinary-looking boy whose face was still smudged with soot. Soon, it was the boy's turn to introduce himself.

"My name is Tang Yin. My Martial Soul is Blue Silver Grass, I'm level twenty-one, and my goal is to join the Tang Sect!"

The boy stood up and introduced his Martial Soul, Soul Power Level, and goal of joining the Tang Sect.

Hearing this, everyone turned their eyes to him. After all, the most famous organization now was the Spirit Pagoda, followed by Shrek Academy, then the War God Temple, and only then the Tang Sect.

The Tang Sect had almost disappeared from view, mainly because it sold arms and couldn't operate openly. In everyone's eyes, the Tang Sect had become somewhat obscure.

And this Tang Yin wanted to join the Tang Sect. In their eyes, he was practically an oddity.

Wu Changkong also gave him another look. He wants to join the Tang Sect? His surname is Tang... Could he be a descendant of someone within the Tang Sect?

"Mm, sit down."

He nodded slightly, gesturing for Tang Yin to sit. Tang Yin sat down with a calm expression. This person was none other than the reincarnated Tang San, and honestly, he was starting to suspect that the Tang Sect had been wiped out again.

He had spent so long asking around without hearing a word about a Tang Sect base. If he hadn't still been able to see news about some company under the Tang Sect evading taxes and the like, he would have thought the Tang Sect had been wiped out again.

But that was normal. After all, the Tang Sect was an arms dealer, and basically every Tang Sect base had an underground arms factory. Naturally, ordinary people couldn't be allowed to find the bases.

If one were found, wouldn't that be disastrous? The next second, the Federation and the War God Temple would be at the door for an inspection. Once the arms factory was discovered, it would all be confiscated.

Federation, War God Temple: "Open up, we're here to bring you warmth!"

P.S. The second and third updates for July 17, totaling six thousand Chinese characters.