Class Promotion Tournament Postponed

After the match ended, Wu Changkong looked at the four of them as they stepped down from the Competition Platform. He merely swept his gaze over them without commenting on their battle, then headed toward the dormitory building.

"Is Teacher Wu satisfied with us or not?" Xie Xie asked Tang Wulin in confusion.

Tang Wulin shrugged. "How would I know? But I guess he wants us to reflect on it ourselves."

Gu Yue nodded. "We shouldn't have taken the initiative to attack. When Ito Makoto vanished just now, our first reaction was to attack the Gu Brothers Three instead of guarding against Ito Makoto's sneak attack.

"If we had kept defending on the ground, the three in the air would have had no choice but to make the first move. They would naturally have entered our attack range. As long as they came down, they wouldn't have had any chance.

"If those flying Martial Souls insisted on running away, there would have been nothing we could do. But in a match like this, they had no chance at all.

"Ito Makoto was different. If he had taken the opportunity to launch a sneak attack, he might have eliminated one of us. We can't be so impulsive next time."

Xie Xie said to Tang Wulin beside him, "Wulin, she said you were impulsive. I'm not trying to stir things up, but I don't know what kind of temper you have. If someone said that about me, I couldn't stand it."

Tang Wulin sincerely said to Gu Yue, "It was our first time facing flying Spirit Masters. I really was impulsive at the time. Sorry!"

Xie Xie said in surprise, "Hey, your temper is way too good. She criticized you, and you're apologizing instead."

Gu Yue burst into laughter. "Trying to drive a wedge between us is useless. At the least, this is called correcting your mistakes once you realize them. At the most, it's called gentlemanly conduct. Do you think everyone is as petty as you? Wulin, I'll treat you to Meal A tonight. But only one serving."

Tang Wulin smiled. "Sure! Even a fly is meat. Let's go. I'm hungry."

Nan Fusheng quietly watched the three of them fool around. After yesterday's match, the three of them had gone out together, and their relationship seemed to have become much more harmonious.

At the very least, Gu Yue no longer looked at Xie Xie as though he were trash. Though the two still bickered, it was more like playful banter between friends.

After dinner, Xie Xie once again suggested going outside the academy to have some fun, but Nan Fusheng and Tang Wulin directly refused. Tang Wulin's reason was simple: he needed to cultivate.

Nan Fusheng had just begun Meditating when he saw Wang Ba and two others rush in. "Something bad happened! Fusheng, hurry and go take a look! A group of people has blocked the entrance to our academy. They seem pretty important. And they're holding photos of Tang Wulin, Xie Xie, and Gu Yue, shouting for the academy to hand them over."

Nan Fusheng raised an eyebrow. "Ignore them. They'll be fine." With that, Nan Fusheng ignored Wang Ba and the others and continued cultivating.

Early the next morning, Nan Fusheng went straight to the cafeteria for breakfast. However, he noticed that Tang Wulin seemed weighed down by worries.

Xie Xie, on the other hand, was full of energy as he chatted with Tang Wulin. When he saw Nan Fusheng, he even waggled his eyebrows at him. "Fusheng, you definitely don't know what happened yesterday!"

"What happened? Are you talking about Teacher Wu showing off his might yesterday and beating up Guang Biao, the captain of Eastsea City's Mecha Brigade?"

"How did you know?" Xie Xie said in shock.

"The whole academy knows about it. How did you guys provoke him?" Nan Fusheng rolled his eyes.

"Oh, right, I guess that makes sense. But we didn't provoke him. We provoked his younger brother." At the mention of this matter, Xie Xie's expression became indignant. He described how detestable Guang Biao's younger brother, Guang Long, was—how he bullied men and women alike and committed every kind of evil—and how they had fought bitterly before finally defeating him. Then he added,

"But you definitely didn't see Teacher Wu fight with your own eyes. He only used two swords to defeat Guang Biao, who was also a six-ring Spirit Emperor."

Kid, not only did I see how your Teacher Wu defeated him, I even experienced it firsthand. Nan Fusheng did not respond to Xie Xie. He merely thought to himself.

He had personally experienced yesterday's battle between Wu Changkong and Guang Biao through the Time Worm parasitizing Wu Changkong. Of course, he did not tell Xie Xie any of that.

Eating, studying, the Class Promotion Tournament—Nan Fusheng's day passed just like that.

However, Nan Fusheng noticed that Tang Wulin and the other two were pointed at and whispered about far more often that day, naturally because of yesterday's incident at the academy gate.

What puzzled many people was that Tang Wulin and the other two had not received any punishment from the academy. Everything continued as usual, as though nothing had happened.

Even more students came to watch Wu Changkong, and many teachers joined them as well. Yesterday's battle had raised the Cold Arrogant Male God's reputation within the academy to another level. He was no longer merely the male god of the girls, but the male god of the entire academy.

Yet Wu Changkong himself showed no reaction to any of it and remained as he had always been.

In the after-school match against Grade One Class Two, Nan Fusheng, Tang Wulin, Gu Yue, and Xie Xie did not have to exert much effort. Their opponents had only one Spirit Master with a yellow hundred-year Soul Ring. They had no way to deal with the cooperation of Nan Fusheng's group, and Xie Xie easily crushed them under Gu Yue's fire support.

Three battles, three victories. Combined with yesterday's academy gate incident, First Grade Class Five had finally become the center of attention.

Tomorrow was a rest day. After it, they would face the moment of challenging First Grade Class One. The first class of every grade was entirely different from the other classes, because it gathered the most outstanding geniuses of that year. At least in the past twenty years, Eastsea Academy had never recorded a first class being defeated by a later class in the Class Promotion Tournament.

On the rest day, Tang Wulin and the other two invited Nan Fusheng to visit Eastsea Museum with them, but Nan Fusheng still made an excuse and turned them down.

After the three left, Nan Fusheng watched their backs. "Tang Wulin's Golden Dragon King Bloodline is finally about to break through the first seal?"

Eastsea Museum—the auction house in Eastsea City was jointly organized with the museum.

Although Nan Fusheng had not been in Eastsea City long, he had used the Time Worm's ability to Steal dreams to obtain plenty of intelligence from some teachers, including the distribution of Eastsea City's various factions and the auction house's exact location.

That was right. Nan Fusheng had finally turned his hand toward the teachers as well. After discovering that even parasitizing a Spirit Emperor would not be detected, he retrieved the Time Worms from the senior students.

He placed them on some teachers instead. Eastsea Academy's hiring requirements stipulated that teachers had to possess at least four-ring Soul Ancestor cultivation. Wasn't that better than those students? Still, he only casually chose one or two to parasitize. After all, he now had Wu Changkong, a Spirit Emperor-level rechargeable battery.

However, he could not keep drawing from Wu Changkong all the time. He had to switch people occasionally. After all, Wu Changkong could be considered their backer to some extent.

"If I remember correctly, there should be a powerful typhoon lasting an entire week next. It'll cause the Class Promotion Tournament to be suspended, giving Tang Wulin time to gather the spiritual items needed to break through the Golden Dragon King Seal. I wonder whether Ah Yin and her husband arranged this."

Nan Fusheng thought about many things, but in the end, he decided to cultivate first. Only by becoming strong himself would he have the ability to seek opportunities.

Sure enough, at dusk, the academy broadcast suddenly sounded.

"Attention, teachers and students. Attention, teachers and students. An emergency announcement will now be broadcast. We have received notice from the meteorological department that a severe tropical storm will strike tonight. This powerful typhoon is expected to last for over a week. Therefore, during the coming week, students are advised not to leave the academy lightly. All classes are suspended. Please wait in your dormitories. The Class Promotion Tournament is suspended and will resume after the typhoon passes."