Zhen Hua Comes to Eastsea

A flicker of embarrassment flashed through Tang Wulin's eyes.

Wu Changkong rapped the podium, signaling the entire class to quiet down, then said flatly, "Continue."

"Martial Soul: Blue Silver Grass. Soul Power: Rank 23. No current goal."

"Blue Silver Grass? Blue Silver Grass? What use is high Soul Power? Does he really think he's Tang—"

Before the student could finish speaking, a piece of chalk carrying spiraling force shot straight into his throat, making him immediately retch.

Yun Mu looked at Wu Changkong on the podium ahead and smiled. Then he turned to the person mocking Tang Wulin and said with a smile, "Even if my little brother's Martial Soul is worthless, with me as his older brother, his future status will still be thousands, even tens of thousands of times higher than yours."

Wu Changkong ignored Yun Mu's words to the other students. In a sense, they were the truth.

What was more, Tang Wulin's talent far exceeded that of many people present. The person who had just spoken not only lacked understanding of the outside world, but also lacked any understanding of himself.

"In this world, there are no useless Martial Souls, only useless people. Before calling someone else useless, think about what kind of person you are. If you weren't useless, would you have been assigned to Class Five?" Wu Changkong said coldly.

It had to be said that the same words felt entirely different coming from Yu Xiaogang than from Wu Changkong.

During the introductions that followed, there were no other highlights apart from Xie Xie.

Wu Changkong tapped the desk and said, "Classes officially begin tomorrow. My teaching methods differ somewhat from those of the Other Teachers. If you're afraid of hardship, exhaustion, or pain, transfer schools or find a way to change classes as soon as possible. Those who stay should prepare yourselves mentally. Class dismissed."

Wu Changkong headed straight for the door. When he reached it, he suddenly paused, turned back to Tang Wulin and Yun Mu, and said, "Yun Mu, Tang Wulin, come with me."

Left with no choice, Yun Mu and Tang Wulin hurried after him. Before long, the three of them arrived at the office.

The office seemed to be used only by Wu Changkong, but it was rather small. Apart from a desk, a bookcase, and a chair, there was no room for anything else.

"I forgot to ask you two earlier. With your talents, you could both have joined Shrek Academy as specially admitted students. Why didn't you go?" Wu Changkong asked curiously.

"Especially you, Yun Mu. I remember you said your Martial Soul was the Sword of Life. That Martial Soul is highly compatible with one of Shrek Academy's greatest treasures."

"My Martial Soul is special, and I have another Martial Soul as well." Yun Mu slowly released his Tree of Destruction.

"This Martial Soul's attributes are completely opposite to those of my other Martial Soul, so I need to keep their attributes in balance."

Wu Changkong nodded, a trace of understanding flashing through his eyes. "So that's how it is. What about you? Ordinary Blue Silver Grass couldn't grow that quickly."

"My Martial Soul is the Blue Silver King." Tang Wulin released his Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul.

"Just that one?" Wu Changkong asked.

"I-I have another one." Tang Wulin slowly opened his left hand, and a pitch-black little hammer appeared in it.

The moment the hammer appeared, Wu Changkong froze. This child was a natural-born disciple of the Tang Sect. As long as nothing unexpected happened, he would surely become the next Sect Master.

This child's Martial Souls were exactly the same as those of Ancestor Tang San from twenty thousand years ago.

"Tang Wulin, are you willing to join an organization? As long as nothing happens to you in the future, you will definitely become this organization's leader. Are you willing?" Wu Changkong's expression was extremely serious.

Tang Wulin subconsciously looked at Yun Mu.

Yun Mu nodded at him. He did not particularly care whether Tang Wulin joined the Tang Sect. After all, twenty thousand years had passed since the Tang Sect's founding. Though people still believed in Tang San, that faith was no longer so strong.

Even if they made Tang Wulin the Sect Master because he possessed the same Martial Souls as Tang San, they probably hoped more that he could ascend to godhood like Ancestor Tang San.

Seeing how much Tang Wulin admired him now, Yun Mu felt that even if Tang San claimed to be his father, Tang Wulin probably would not be willing to acknowledge him.

Over the years, Yun Mu had constantly instilled Tang San's flaws into Tang Wulin while also cultivating Tang Wulin's upright character.

"Then I'll take you there now. Yun Mu, are you willing to join as well?" Wu Changkong asked.

Yun Mu shook his head. "My master told me that I cannot join any other organizations."

"Your master is...?"

"Qing Tian."

"P-Pavilion Master." The look in Wu Changkong's eyes changed instantly as he looked at Yun Mu. More precisely, his previously indifferent gaze turned to shock.

"Then you truly can't join any other organizations. I'll take Tang Wulin to the Tang Sect, then. You should return to the dormitory first," Wu Changkong said.

Yun Mu nodded, walked out of Wu Changkong's office, and closed the door behind him.

The Tang Sect's most precious possession was its cultivation methods, yet cultivation methods were exactly what he lacked least.

Some time ago, when he had broken through to the third level, he had obtained a strange sword technique and movement technique.

However, he had never had the time to try cultivating those skills.

Just as he was preparing to cultivate, a call came through.

"Is this little Yun Mu? This is your master, Zhen Hua. Come to the Blacksmith Association in Eastsea City," Zhen Hua's voice came from the soul communicator.

"Ah, all right, all right. Could it be that you've come to Eastsea City, Teacher?" Yun Mu asked after receiving the call.

"Of course. Your master even brought along a cook. Let me tell you, his cooking is delicious. Come have a taste," Zhen Hua said with a laugh.

A noisy voice came from the other end. "Who are you calling a cook?"

Then came a pleasant stream of curses. Yun Mu was listening with great interest when the call abruptly ended.

Yun Mu quickly changed his clothes and headed for the Blacksmith Association.

At the same time, he sent Tang Wulin a message before setting off.

Yun Mu slowly walked up to a gray building with an enormous hammer emblem above it.

Yun Mu entered the glass lobby on the first floor, where two young women dressed in professional attire smiled and asked, "Little brother, who are you here to see?"

"I have an appointment with Zhen Hua." Yun Mu showed the receptionist the appointment Zhen Hua had just sent him.

The two young women looked utterly incredulous. They had never expected this child to be the person the President was waiting for.

Yun Mu arrived at Zhen Hua's new office and looked around curiously.

"Little Yun Mu is here. Lai Rui is the new cook I found. As for his identity, I won't introduce it. This fellow's identity is somewhat special," Zhen Hua said jokingly.

The moment Yun Mu entered, he had already guessed the man's identity: Mu Ye, the Sect Master of the Body Sect.

"Come, this is what I prepared for lunch today. Give it a taste. These are Red Jade Shrimp, a strange creature that lives in the Blood Sea Trench more than three thousand meters deep. The vital blood essence they contain is remarkably similar to that of us humans."

"Try one first," the cook said.