Daily Life

"Promotion Tournament, Class 1 Grade 1, victory!" Long Hengxu's voice rang across the arena, announcing the end of the match. He secretly let out a breath of relief, while the students of Class Five Grade 1 instantly deflated. Their class had produced a powerful dark horse, and they had thought they could challenge the higher grades, only to stop at this final hurdle.

By contrast, the students of Class 1 Grade 1 immediately cheered and jumped for joy. After all, it had been three Soul Grand Masters against one Soul Grandmaster and two Soul Masters. Winning was only expected; losing would have been strange.

Long Hengxu felt deeply regretful for Class Five Grade 1. Xie Xie, a Soul Grandmaster with Twin Martial Souls, and Gu Yue, who could control multiple elements, were both rare geniuses.

But he also secretly rejoiced. If Class Five had won, he would probably have had to shoulder a great deal of responsibility. After all, Gu Yue and Tang Wulin were outstandingly strong and could have gone even further. Unfortunately, this year's Class 1 Grade 1 was far too monstrous. If they had really lost, he would have lost all face.

Lin Xingyu was full of excitement. At nine years old, his physical strength surpassed the Golden Dragon King, his elemental energy exceeded the Silver Dragon King, and who else could have achieved such a feat? Though this was only a small victory, in his eyes, it was an important step toward changing the world.

Ye Yingluo looked toward Wu Changkong with a complicated expression. They had won the match, yet she did not feel much joy.

Lin Xingyu brought Zhang Yangzi and Wang Jinxi over and said, "Teacher Ye, we did not fail our mission!" Ye Yingluo replied with a smile, "Not bad. You all performed very well."

Wu Changkong did not even look at Ye Yingluo. He picked up Tang Wulin and said to Xie Xie and Gu Yue, "Let's go." Then he left straight away.

Gu Yue and Xie Xie crowded forward, their faces full of concern. Xie Xie had woken up after getting off the stage; his Soul Power had simply been exhausted. Gu Yue asked anxiously, "Teacher Wu, how is Wulin?" Wu Changkong looked at Gu Yue and said, "It's nothing serious. His body just suffered a shock, and he fainted. Go to the infirmary and have a healing-type teacher treat him." Only then did Gu Yue and Xie Xie let out a breath of relief.

Ye Yingluo watched Wu Changkong leave with his students without saying a word, and anger flared in her heart. He had lost and was still this arrogant? She took a deep breath, calmed herself, and said to Lin Xingyu and the other two, "You did very well. Are any of you injured? Go to the infirmary for a checkup first, then school is dismissed."

The next day, Lin Xingyu woke early from meditation, let out a long breath, and felt his Soul Power had moved another step closer to rank twenty-nine. At most, he would break through in another two or three days. His Soul Spirit's spirit ascension had to be arranged as soon as possible.

Eastsea Academy was about to establish Class Zero for the first grade. When the time came, he would be able to enter the Spirit Ascension Platform for spirit ascension. He was still about two months away from breaking through to rank thirty in Soul Power, and this period would be enough to complete his Soul Spirit's first spirit ascension.

He glanced at his roommates, who were still meditating, and did not disturb them. Quietly getting out of bed alone, he headed to the field to cultivate Martial Arts.

Perhaps because of yesterday's victory, he felt his thoughts flowing freely and his whole body at ease, as if he could resonate with heaven and earth. When he reached his usual spot on the field, he circulated his breathing technique. His mind gradually gathered, a scorching aura surged from his Dantian, and the speed of his blood circulation increased. He continuously absorbed specks of light from the outside world into himself. The glow of his Martial Soul was also absorbing the specks of light, tempering his body together with his Soul Power, while again and again merging with his Crimson Gold Armor, making the light of the Crimson Gold Armor increasingly dazzling.

An hour later, Lin Xingyu ended his training and enjoyed the peaceful beauty of the campus in the early morning. Unintentionally, he saw Tang Wulin talking with a young woman. Looking more closely, he recognized her as Ouyang Zixin. On the first day of school, he had heard Zhang Yong say she was a beauty from the intermediate division.

He remembered that in the original work, this was Tang Wulin's first love. But Tang Wulin was only nine this year, and he had not even celebrated his tenth birthday yet. Dating before then was way too early, no matter how fast he developed.

After the two exchanged a few words, Ouyang Zixin began to speed up and run, and Tang Wulin immediately followed. Ouyang Zixin seemed to say something to Tang Wulin, and in the end, the two ran off one after the other.

Lin Xingyu could not help sighing. It really was the Douluo Continent of love; romance sprouted so early. He took out a camera from his Storage Soul Device and snapped a commemorative photo of the two of them. Although he did quite want to watch the fun, he had only just injured Tang Wulin yesterday. It would not be appropriate to go over today, and besides, they were not familiar with each other, so he simply headed toward the cafeteria.

After breakfast, Lin Xingyu had just arrived in class when Zhang Yangzi came over and said, "Class monitor, the school wants the first grade to gather on the field." Lin Xingyu nodded. "Then let's assemble and go. You take the headcount." He understood in his heart that, barring any surprises, Eastsea Academy was going to establish Class Zero for the first grade.

In the original work, Long Hengxu had suggested establishing Class Zero for three reasons. First, students had been injured. Second, the first-grade students were too strong, and he feared they would undermine the confidence of the higher-grade students. Third, he had assigned Xie Xie and the others to Class Five, and if Class Five became too strong, he could not bear the charge of failing to recognize talent. Although the current situation was different from the original work, the fact that the first grade was strong was even more pronounced. The plot most likely would not change.

Ye Yingluo led the students to gather on the field with light steps. Today, her complexion was rosy, and her brows and eyes were filled with unconcealable joy.