Evening Training

However, Wu Changkong quickly came to his senses. After thinking it over, he understood. This was the sole apprentice of the continent's number one person, after all.

"Come on, let's test your strength." Wu Changkong said, trying to sound calm.

Yun Mu nodded and stood before a dark-blue machine. There was a fist-sized padded target on each side, seemingly meant to be struck, while a display screen sat in the middle.

"Hit it with all your strength."

Yun Mu shook out his arms and loosened his muscles, then slammed his fist hard into one of the pads.

The machine flashed rapidly. When the number finally stopped, it read: 2,781!

"Huh, am I really that strong?" Yun Mu scratched his head in confusion. He had always thought he was weaker than Tang Wulin.

But it made sense when he thought about it. How could someone who practiced forging possibly be weak? Otherwise, he would not even be able to lift a hammer.

Next came reaction testing and physical data testing.

Yun Mu was clearly inhuman in both of those categories as well.

Wu Changkong froze when he received the report. He knew Yun Mu was talented, but he had not expected him to be such a monster.

After considering it, Wu Changkong said, "You don't need to train with the rest of the class this afternoon. I'll teach you some theoretical knowledge separately."

Wu Changkong thought for a moment, then raised his brows. "When they start their theory lessons, you'll help me teach them. Let's go."

The two slowly left the Tang Sect, and the wristband was not returned.

"Don't I have to return this wristband?"

"No." Wu Changkong said, "It was specially approved for you by the current Vice Sect Master of the Tang Sect."

At that moment, Hall Master Zhao, who had just teased Wu Changkong, stared at the information in his hands in utter disbelief.

He quickly picked up his Soul Guide Communicator. "Hello, Vice Sect Master Zang. Are we really not going to recruit Yun Mu into the Tang Sect?"

"There's no need. We don't need to compete with Shrek Academy for someone. Besides, didn't his younger brother join the Tang Sect a few days ago? We just need to focus on nurturing that child."

"But..."

"I know that child must be extraordinary, or Yun Ming would not have taken him as an apprentice. Remember this: judging by how highly Yun Ming values him, he will definitely become the next Pavilion Master of the Sea God Pavilion in the future."

"Alright, Old Zhao. Focus on raising his younger brother well. Perhaps the next Sect Master of the Tang Sect will be his younger brother. If that happens, I don't believe he would refuse to help the Tang Sect." Zang Xin said lazily before ending the call.

Hall Master Zhao looked at the information, then thought about the Tang Wulin mentioned by the Vice Sect Master.

Helplessly, he could only choose to trust the decisions of those higher-ups.

Back at the training field.

Yun Mu sat in the middle of the field, listening as Wu Changkong explained the foundational professions required for Battle Armor and Mecha, along with their respective characteristics.

Although Yun Mu already knew this knowledge, Wu Changkong's remark about having him teach later scared him into furiously taking notes.

Whenever he looked up, he could see the envious gazes of his classmates.

However, no one was jealous. He was simply too strong—so strong that everyone could only look up at him. There was no jealousy, or perhaps they did not dare to be jealous.

After organizing the key points, Yun Mu stroked his chin and said, "Then my forging should already meet the requirements for forging Two-word Battle Armor."

"What rank are you?" Wu Changkong asked.

"Rank five," Yun Mu replied casually.

"What?" Wu Changkong's voice rose considerably, as if he could not believe it.

"Rank five. Teacher Zhen Hua personally awarded me my badge." Yun Mu said with a touch of humblebragging.

"Monster," Wu Changkong said.

Yun Mu was the most comfortable one that afternoon. He only had two tasks: attend lessons and cultivate.

At last, all the students were crushed beneath the mountain that was training. A group of nine-year-olds lay spread-eagled across the field.

Yun Mu watched the scene, then glanced at the time and suddenly smiled.

Wu Changkong sensed a fluctuation of Soul Power and looked toward Yun Mu. Yun Mu had already released his Martial Soul.

Nineteen small swords flew out from the center of the sword and slowly landed on everyone's bodies. Everyone felt a brief sting, and then their condition instantly recovered. Their backs no longer ached, and their legs no longer hurt.

Wu Changkong smiled. In that moment, he captured the entire class's attention. Unfortunately, his next words made them feel as though they had fallen into hell. "Everyone, get up and continue training."

"No!" Xie Xie cried miserably. "Brother Yun Mu!"

Gu Yue and Tang Wulin also stared at Yun Mu in disbelief. No, Brother, what are you doing?!

Yun Mu glanced at them, then sat cross-legged and resumed cultivating.

"What are you looking at? I asked him to do it." Wu Changkong said coldly. "You know you're weak, yet you still won't work harder than others? Do you really want to be rotten wood?"

The sky gradually darkened, leaving a brilliant wash of red afterglow across the heavens.

Yun Mu cultivated cross-legged beneath the setting sun, carrying an almost sacred air, like a god high above the nine heavens.

Gu Yue happened to witness that scene. Yun Mu suddenly felt somewhat familiar to her, remarkably similar to the God of Destruction from the Dragon God's memories.

"Alright, everyone can go back and rest. Tonight, Tang Wulin, Xie Xie, Gu Yue, Tang Yunmu, the four of you come find me after dinner," Wu Changkong said.

Then he left.

"Brother, help heal us again." Tang Wulin ran over to Yun Mu's side and acted cute.

Yun Mu looked both reluctant and disgusted. "You're not a girl. Why are you acting cute?"

Tang Wulin immediately turned serious and coughed awkwardly to the side.

Seeing that Xie Xie had already gone limp and that the other students were sprawled on the ground, Yun Mu sighed helplessly.

"Bear with the pain," Yun Mu said calmly, raising his brows.

He did not want to use his Third Soul Skill. It consumed too much Soul Power.

Yun Mu instantly released his second Soul Skill. Green little swords swiftly jabbed everyone once—simple and brutal.

After dinner, Tang Wulin, Xie Xie, and Gu Yue entered the training field full of energy.

Wu Changkong led the four of them to an indoor training arena behind the school.

"This will be where you train every night from now on," Wu Changkong said with a smile.

"And what we will train here is neither your physical fitness nor your Soul Power. It is your practical combat ability," Wu Changkong said.

"Yun Mu, step forward." Wu Changkong said flatly. "From now on, you'll be my teaching assistant."

"Alright, Teacher Wu." Yun Mu walked over to Wu Changkong's side.

"During this period, your goal will be to defeat either me or Yun Mu," Wu Changkong said.

"Teacher Wu, how is that possible?" Xie Xie wailed.