I Don't Think My Students Did Anything Wrong

Yun Mu saw that this move was not enough to completely restrain Wu Changkong, so he could only slowly plant his longsword into the ground. "Third Soul Skill, Sword Domain: Fleeting Splendor."

Flowers and blades of grass slowly rose from all around, swiftly forming a domain.

Petals and leaves whirled through the air, covering half the training ground. Dancing in the wind, they were breathtakingly beautiful.

The other students beside them were all stunned, just as they were marveling at the beauty of this move.

Some of the petals and leaves turned into razor-sharp blades, carving bloody gashes across Wu Changkong's arms.

The rest became the most loyal guardians, circling Yun Mu and healing his injuries.

Wu Changkong rapidly retreated, trying to avoid the petals' assault. But within the Sword Domain, petals and leaves were everywhere, while the plants beneath his feet grew wildly.

Although Wu Changkong could dodge most of the petals and leaves, there were simply too many. Several petals slashed his shoulder again, blood soaking through his clothes. He could feel the Soul Power within him being constantly eroded by the petals.

He could feel his life force slowly declining.

He slowly withdrew the belt from his arm and said with a smile, "What a Fleeting Splendor. I lost."

The petals that had been attacking Wu Changkong slowly softened and began circling around him.

The wounds from the earlier attacks healed instantly.

The power of life and death lay within Yun Mu's single thought. What a Sword of Life.

"Everyone else, fight your respective opponents. The winners will fight Tang Wulin." Wu Changkong felt the life force that had dissipated earlier slowly returning.

This degree of control over life force—if left unchecked, it might very well become an Evil Martial Soul in the future.

Wu Changkong had never imagined that the Sword of Life, which looked like a support-type Martial Soul, possessed such formidable offensive power.

What was terrifying was not the sword's attacks, but those plants that obeyed his commands at every moment.

However, there were no highlights in the following battles apart from Xie Xie.

Yun Mu sat to one side, slowly recovering the Soul Power he had just expended.

But what he never expected was that he broke through while recovering his Soul Power.

He was now level 36.

Wu Changkong sensed it immediately. At that moment, he could barely maintain his aloof expression.

This kid was simply a freak.

After all, he was only nine years old and already had a cultivation of level 36, and that was only because he possessed twin Extreme Martial Souls.

If he did not have Extreme Martial Souls, did that mean he might already be above level 40 by now?

And once he turned twelve, after another three years, he would probably become a Soul Ancestor at the very least.

A twelve-year-old Soul Ancestor. Even the ancestor from twenty thousand years ago had only been a level 29 Soul Grandmaster at the age of twelve.

Although that record had later been broken by countless people, none had surpassed it by such an outrageous margin.

By the time Yun Mu opened his eyes, Xie Xie was already fighting Tang Wulin.

Tang Wulin's thick vines continuously constricted Xie Xie's range of movement.

At this point, Tang Wulin's Martial Soul was tougher than it had been in the original story. Xie Xie's daggers had no way of breaking free from Tang Wulin's control.

"Second Soul Skill, Blue Silver Golden Light Array." Tang Wulin quietly clenched his left hand and touched the ground.

The second Soul Ring lit up with dazzling golden light. Blue Silver Grass burst forth, forming a translucent golden light array that completely enveloped Xie Xie.

The grass within the Blue Silver Golden Light Array became incomparably tough, and it also carried a paralyzing effect.

"Stop. You're hopeless." Wu Changkong said coldly. "Tang Wulin wins."

"The sparring is over. Do you know what impression you have given me? You're all hopeless. Aside from Tang Yunmu, none of you have any real combat experience or physical fitness."

Wu Changkong swept his gaze over all the students below.

He went on to explain the importance of physical fitness before dismissing them.

"Tang Yunmu, come to my office." Wu Changkong said flatly.

They arrived at the office they had visited before.

"Do you know that your Martial Soul has the ability to drain the life force of others?" Wu Changkong asked.

Yun Mu pretended to know nothing and shook his head.

"After each attack, do you feel as though your Soul Power has increased?" Wu Changkong asked.

Yun Mu shook his head. "I only broke through today because I'd been stuck at level 35 for two months."

Wu Changkong nodded. Yun Mu could clearly sense that he seemed to have let out a sigh of relief.

That afternoon, Wu Changkong taught them cultivation methods, but he did not teach Tang Wulin or Yun Mu.

At first, Wu Changkong had wanted to observe Yun Mu's cultivation method. To his surprise, he discovered that Yun Mu's method was even more powerful than the Tang Sect's techniques, and seemed to be faster as well.

As for why he did not teach Tang Wulin, it was because he had already taught him the Mysterious Heaven Skill.

How could the basic meditation method he was teaching now possibly compare to the Mysterious Heaven Skill?

The day passed by in a rush.

Tang Wulin also happily received his blacksmith rating.

Just as he and Yun Mu were chatting and laughing, they were unexpectedly blocked at their dorm room door by a group of upperclassmen.

That immediately infuriated Yun Mu. He hated two things most: the strong bullying the weak, and bullying other students.

Unfortunately for those students, they had done both.

Yun Mu showed no mercy. His Third Soul Skill left them covered in blood.

Even after the teaching director arrived, Yun Mu did not admit fault, nor did he offer those senior students even a trace of healing.

"I don't think I did anything wrong," Yun Mu said coldly.

"You are wantonly harming other students," Director Long said.

"Is that so? All I saw was a group of people taller and stronger than us who seemed intent on harming us. Director Long, they're upperclassmen, aren't they?" Yun Mu's expression was icy.

"But..."

"What do you mean, 'but'? They're upperclassmen, and I'm a lowerclassman. If they lost to me, that only proves they're incompetent. Besides, if they hadn't come to block us, how would they have gotten hurt?"

Yun Mu's voice grew even colder, as though he had recalled something unpleasant again.

Tang Wulin also said firmly, "Our father taught us a principle. If he found out that I bullied younger students at school, he would punish me severely. But if an older student bullied me, then I should strike back without hesitation. He would never blame me for it."

At that moment, Wu Changkong pushed open the door and entered. "Well said. I don't think my students did anything wrong either."

At that moment, Wu Changkong made Yun Mu feel as though a god had descended from the heavens. It seemed that an old scar, one he had thought had already vanished, was slowly healing.