Yun Mu Must Be Hers

In the dim bathroom, a pale golden glow enveloped Tang Wulin as he sat cross-legged in the water. The Golden Dragon King bloodline's uniquely violent power surged through his body, yet it was firmly suppressed by a layer of gentle silver radiance.

Yun Mu stood beside him, the glow gathered at his fingertips continuously flowing into Tang Wulin's brow. Each stream of vibrant Green Soul Power moved like spring rain, soothing and organizing the restless bloodline power.

With this external assistance, Tang Wulin was spared the drain of fighting against the bloodline's frenzy. He only needed to focus on guiding the power into every part of his body.

In less than half an incense stick's time, the golden light around Tang Wulin abruptly withdrew, all of it sinking into his Dantian.

He slowly opened his eyes, a sharp golden glint flashing through them. With a lift of his hand, a condensed strand of bloodline power gathered in his palm—the First Layer of the Golden Dragon King bloodline had been completely absorbed and refined with Yun Mu's help.

"Wulin, how do you feel?" Yun Mu asked.

"Brother, what is this?" Tang Wulin scratched his head in confusion.

"You don't need to know. You only need to know that it's your power. Come on, we need to get back to school. The competition is about to begin." Yun Mu smiled and patted Tang Wulin's shoulder.

Yun Mu and Tang Wulin hurried back to school. Fortunately, thanks to Yun Mu's help, they still had plenty of time.

"Brother Mu, Wulin, where have you two been these past couple of days? We couldn't find you anywhere." Xie Xie spoke anxiously.

"I helped Tang Wulin resolve a small issue with his cultivation," Yun Mu said with a smile. "Tang Wulin's strength should improve by leaps and bounds now."

"Brother Mu, the competition's about to start. Let's go." Gu Yue took Yun Mu by the hand and pulled him toward the arena.

The four of them made their way toward the field, half pulling and half dragging one another. Wu Changkong happened to spot them and slowly walked over.

The students standing between them instinctively moved aside when they saw Wu Changkong approaching.

Yun Mu also happened to catch sight of Class One's students. Their lead teacher bore some resemblance to Teacher Ye Yingrong from before.

Most noticeable among the students was the especially tall youth walking in the center. Wei Xiaofeng, who had mocked them two days earlier, stood beside him. Another student beside the tall youth looked somewhat strange, rather like an Evil Soul Master, though he lacked the bloody aura unique to one.

There was also a petite girl humming a tune at the side. She appeared to be the additional one-ring Soul Master.

"Yangzi, teach them a brutal lesson later," Ye Yingluo said coldly.

"Sis, the other side has Soul—" Before Ye Yingrong could finish, Ye Yingluo interrupted him.

"My name is Zhang Yangzi," the composed youth in the center said calmly.

Yun Mu recognized him at a glance. He was the genius son the Middle-aged Man had mentioned the other day.

"Wei Xiaofeng. We've known each other for a long time." Deliberately avoiding Yun Mu, Wei Xiaofeng gave the other three a thumbs-up, then slowly rotated his wrist and pointed his thumb downward in a provocative gesture.

Yun Mu did not indulge him. He slowly raised his middle finger in response, though unfortunately, none of the students understood what it meant.

"My name is Lin Ying." The little girl who had been humming smiled. "You have to go easy on me."

"My name is Wang Jinxi," said the skinny student who looked particularly like an Evil Soul Master.

Yun Mu walked to the side and sat cross-legged. When he saw Wang Jinxi, he suddenly recalled something Yun Ming had once told him.

"Evil Soul Masters—the mortal enemies of all righteous Soul Masters. Any compromise with them is a betrayal of the entire Soul Master world. There is absolutely no room for leniency."

The reason Yun Ming had said that to him was because the Spirit Pagoda had proposed giving Evil Soul Masters a chance to reform.

However, possessing an Evil Martial Soul did not mean one was an Evil Soul Master. Only after killing someone did one become an Evil Soul Master.

Could giving Evil Soul Masters a chance to reform bring back those who had died at their hands?

Still, Wang Jinxi in front of him should not yet be an Evil Soul Master. Otherwise, he would not have been qualified to attend this school.

Both sides released their Martial Souls. If Yun Mu were included, Class Five's strength would far surpass Class One's.

Unfortunately, Yun Mu did not participate and merely watched from the side.

The girl who had been humming raised her hand and released her Martial Soul. A lark with shimmering wings appeared above her shoulder, while a gleaming Hundred-Year Soul Ring quietly lit beneath her feet.

As the Soul Ring's light circulated, a clear and melodious song suddenly spread across the arena.

Wei Xiaofeng, Wang Jinxi, and Zhang Yangzi felt their Soul Power instantly boil. Their strength and speed surged with an overwhelming boost. The three no longer hesitated, releasing their Martial Souls—an eagle's shadow, azure radiance, and Dragon Might intertwined as they charged straight at Tang Wulin's group.

Interestingly, both sides instinctively avoided the area where Yun Mu stood when they attacked.

Everyone understood that once he entered the battle, the current situation would likely be settled in an instant, with no suspense left.

As the entanglement and restraints of Tang Wulin's Blue Silver Grass gradually became unable to hold them back, he actually gripped the pitch-black Clear Sky Hammer in his hand, just as his father had once done.

The hammer carried heavy, forceful wind pressure as it swung viciously toward the three attackers.

Tang Wulin swung the hammer without any technique at all. He simply treated them as metal and smashed at them.

Tang Wulin already had excellent physical strength, and with his recent improvement, his power was not something an ordinary person could withstand.

Wang Jinxi's Martial Soul was the top-tier Dark Bone Dragon King, and it truly made things difficult for Xie Xie and Tang Wulin.

After all, he could constantly shift between solid and insubstantial forms, causing Tang Wulin's great hammer to miss.

Tang Wulin said, "Leave this Bone Dragon King to me. Xie Xie, go take out that support-type Soul Master first."

Xie Xie nodded and quickly rushed toward Lin Ying, but Wei Xiaofeng soon blocked his path.

At that moment, Wang Jinxi seemed to have struck Tang Wulin's arm. In the next instant, a trace of gold flashed through Tang Wulin's eyes.

That was the Golden Dragon King!

Gu Yue recognized it in an instant. How was that possible? Wasn't the Golden Dragon King in the God Realm?

No, Tang Wulin had Blue Silver Grass, the Clear Sky Hammer, and Tang Wutong... Could Tang Wulin be Tang San's son?

Then Yun Mu... It seemed her guess had been correct. Yun Mu was the child of the Goddess of Life and the God of Destruction.

But in her inherited memories, those two could never possibly have had a child. Such a being could only have been born in response to fate.

And it must have been the fate of the universe. If I follow him, could I possibly change the rules of the Soul Beast world?

Or perhaps create an entirely new space just for Soul Beasts?

After all, the final union of life and destruction was bound to be creation.

While Gu Yue attacked with the elements, she was also occupied with her own thoughts.

No, Yun Mu had to be hers. She needed to try harder.