Who Has the Better Backing?

"Brats, I'd advise you not to meddle in this." The Bald Man's voice was full of menace.

At the same time, the two Big Men beside him shielded Guang Long completely.

"So what if we do meddle?" Tang Wulin stepped forward and said.

"Meddle? Watch out, or I'll slaughter you! My brother is the Captain of Eastsea City's Mecha Brigade. You little Soul Masters won't be any trouble at all." Guang Long spoke arrogantly.

Perhaps Guang Long had been blocked too thoroughly by the other Big Men, because he had completely failed to notice Yun Mu's three Soul Rings.

Of course, even if he had seen them, he probably would not have cared.

In his eyes, his brother was a Soul Emperor. What did a Soul Elder amount to?

He had never considered that a genius like this would definitely have powerful figures behind him, especially a genius with three purple Soul Rings.

Yun Mu's Soul Skill could not break through the protection of those two Big Men, and he snorted coldly.

"This young master hates bullies who prey on the weak most of all, especially those who throw their weight around because of their special status." Yun Mu's voice was filled with Wrath.

He swiftly released his Second Martial Soul. This was also the second time Tang Wulin had seen his brother use this Martial Soul.

The tree was as translucent as purple crystal condensed from light. Leaping thunder wrapped around its branches—not the fleeting flash of ordinary lightning, but more like living creatures surging through its gleaming limbs. Silver-purple Arc Light spread continuously along the bark's patterns, scorching even the surrounding air until it trembled.

The radiance was too intense. Though it was merely the glow surrounding the tree, it made people feel that if they came even half a step closer, the overflowing power of thunder would grind even their bones into ash.

First Soul Skill—Nirvana Thunder.

It was only a First Soul Skill, yet it blasted all three men into charred lumps. Still, he had not struck as ruthlessly as he had against the Evil Soul Master back then.

After all, this was a public street. Though that Soul Master had been in the wrong, killing him would make this matter difficult to resolve.

Although he truly could suppress the matter with his status, if he did that, how would he be any different from the people he despised most?

If he was merely using his status to seek justice for himself, he did not think there was anything wrong with that.

Because his Martial Soul possessed some defensive power, Guang Long still had enough strength to run. He dragged the two Big Men behind him and fled quickly.

As he left, he continued shouting, "You're finished! I'll have my brother come deal with you! You dared to hurt me—I'll definitely kill you!"

Xie Xie looked at Yun Mu apologetically. "Brother Mu, this happened because I dragged you into it. If I ask my father—"

"No need." Yun Mu's eyes were filled with Ice Cold as he spoke. "I want him to make a big deal out of it and see who ends up unlucky."

A faint smile curled at Yun Mu's lips, but his eyes were full of ruthlessness. "I hope he is not that stupid."

If that Mecha Brigade Captain injured him, any one of his identities would be enough to get the man kicked out of his position.

He might not even be able to keep his life. After all, those who wanted to curry favor with him would naturally take care of everything.

Tang Wulin finally understood. Although he did not know that his brother was the apprentice of a Divine Craftsman, he knew that Brother Mu was the sole apprentice of Shrek Academy's Sea God Pavilion Master.

If nothing unexpected happened, he would definitely become the next Sea God Pavilion Master. Tang Wulin was not just making blind guesses; Old Feng, the President of Shrek Academy's Blacksmith Association, had said so back then.

Brother Mu had probably deliberately spared that man's life so he could go find his brother and cause trouble, then have them all caught in one sweep.

So who the hell had said Brother Mu was Pure and Kind? They must have been blind.

"But will that guy retaliate against Uncle Li?" Gu Yue asked with a frown.

"It's fine. I'll have someone from the Blacksmith Association come over later to look after him." Yun Mu said.

With that, he took out his Soul Guide Communicator and sent a message to his master, Zhen Hua, arranging for two people to come protect Uncle Li.

Zhen Hua readily agreed. He even replied that one day, he wanted to come try the food himself and see what kind of shop had his apprentice praising it so highly.

However, Yun Mu also knew that his interference seemed to have prevented Tang Wulin from exposing his Golden Dragon King bloodline or triggering its awakening.

But that was fine. Tang Wulin already had Blue Silver Grass and the Clear Sky Hammer, which were enough for him to use for now.

Perhaps by the time the Golden Dragon King bloodline erupted, he would already have the strength to handle all of it.

However, Gu Yue seemed to have already sensed the Golden Dragon King bloodline within Tang Wulin. She had probably sensed it back when she was still Na'er.

On the way back, Yun Mu thought about it the entire time. Xie Xie had assumed that Yun Mu was worried about what had happened that night.

When they returned that evening, the three boys sat cross-legged and began cultivating in preparation for tomorrow's Promotion Match.

However, Yun Mu was only recovering from today's expenditure. Once his Second Martial Soul was used, it was Fatal or Injurious. In order to control the damage today, he had consumed a great deal of Soul Power.

Because this Martial Soul was so powerful, he normally had no need to use it. Once he did, it was either a matter of life and death or because he was enraged.

The next morning, the sun slowly rose. Yun Mu sighed. This was going to be another busy day.

The Promotion Tournament began in the afternoon.

This time, when Yun Mu stepped onto the Competition Stage, he simply stood in a corner of it and cultivated cross-legged.

It had to be said, the mockery was intense.

Across from them were three identical Triplets. The moment they appeared, Yun Mu wondered whether they might have a Martial Soul Fusion Skill.

Unfortunately, they did not. But that was normal. The requirements for a Martial Soul Fusion Skill were extremely demanding. Even two completely unrelated Martial Souls could potentially produce a fusion skill, while identical Martial Souls might not.

Of course, he had not expected Tang Wulin to be so wild. He knew that Tang Wulin's seemingly supple Blue Silver Grass possessed a storage property.

But what he had not expected was that, in order to drag those three Flying Soul Masters down, Tang Wulin had directly tied his Clear Sky Hammer to the end of his Blue Silver Grass and swung it fiercely into the air like a meteor hammer.

The heavy Hammer Body was wrapped in Soul Power as it carved a fierce Arc Light through the air, smashing even the Wind Sound into a piercing howl.

He really was skilled with that Meteor Clear Sky Hammer.

"One two-ring Soul Master, two one-ring Soul Masters, and all of them have Hundred-Year Soul Rings. Director, do you really think they belong in Class Five?" Ye Yingrong asked in disbelief.

"Well, that, that..." Director Long did not know what to say. He truly had not expected this.

What was more, their greatest trump card had yet to make a move. He was a three-ring Soul Elder with an Extreme Martial Soul.

"Class 5, First Grade, victory!" The outcome was clearly decided.

Yun Mu stood up, patted Tang Wulin on the shoulder, and said, "That Clear Sky Hammer of yours—how about we contact my teacher and find someone from the Clear Sky Sect to teach you how to use it?"