Class Zero? Not Joining

Yun Mu felt parched from talking and a little tired.

Uncontrollably, Yun Mu returned to his body. He could feel that his body seemed extremely exhausted.

Before long, he fell into a deep sleep.

As usual, his Martial Soul released itself on its own, but this time was different from before.

The two God Cores that had once flown out of his Martial Soul slowly transformed into two blurry figures.

They did nothing, merely watched quietly from the side. They wanted to step forward and touch him, yet feared disturbing Yun Mu's sleep.

After exchanging a glance, the two figures slowly returned to the Martial Soul, allowing it to continue changing.

Without realizing it, Yun Mu broke through to level 37, the Soul Power within him continuously circulating.

The next day, the sun had already climbed to the center of the sky.

Tang Wulin, however, had gotten up quite early. After rising, he kept playing with the Golden Dragon Claw produced by his Golden Dragon King bloodline.

As for his brother saying that Tang San was his father, he half believed it and half doubted it. Although he believed everything his brother said, this was simply too far-fetched.

Besides, his brother hated Tang San so much. Would he end up hating him because of his hatred for Tang San?

Tang Wulin brooded for quite a while before returning to normal. Even if conflicts arose later, they had nothing to do with him as a mere two-ring soul master right now.

The one who had protected him since childhood and stayed by his side was his brother. He would definitely stand with his brother.

If Tang San truly was his father, then the Tang Sect should have belonged to him in the first place. Still, he would properly take control of the Tang Sect and make it loyal to his brother.

Although he had asked his brother yesterday why he knew so much, he had not chosen to press further.

He vaguely had a guess. If he was the son of God King Tang San, then his brother, who had always been able to crush him, must have parents even stronger than his own.

And the only people stronger than his parents could be gods! And they had to be God Kings!

None of that was important. All he needed to know was that Yun Mu was his brother, his brother for life.

The countless thoughts churning through Tang Wulin's mind were abruptly interrupted by Yun Mu's casual yawn.

Tang Wulin said to Yun Mu, "Um, Brother, I'm going downstairs to run."

With that, Tang Wulin darted toward the track and began running laps.

Tang Wulin put his all into running, quickly circling lap after lap.

He probably hoped running could help him forget the distracting thoughts in his mind.

Looking down from the dormitory building, Yun Mu happened to see an older female student heading toward Tang Wulin.

Seeing this, Yun Mu sighed. He knew these two were destined never to work out.

He knew Tang Wulin might not be able to bear it to a certain extent, but he still decided to tell him everything.

He suddenly wanted to gamble on Tang Wulin's choice. Would Tang Wulin betray him for a father he had never met, or would he choose him without hesitation?

If Tang Wulin chose the former, then he would choose to turn a blind eye to Gu Yue hunting Tang Wulin down. After all, he would not help someone destined to become his enemy.

Even if Tang Wulin had once been his idol and kindred spirit, he could not. The most he could do was ignore his death rather than kill him with his own hands.

Even someone who raised a dog would grow attached to it, let alone a little brother who had clung to him since childhood and was obedient and sensible.

But if Tang Wulin chose the latter, he would do everything in his power to protect him. Without Old Tang, he would take on Old Tang's role.

He would help Tang Wulin awaken his Golden Dragon King bloodline as much as possible. However, he would probably only let Tang Wulin absorb part of it, while Na'er would handle the rest.

After receiving the message and eating lunch, Yun Mu went to class, where a grade-wide assembly was held on the track.

"Teacher Wu." After greeting him, Yun Mu stood beside Wu Changkong.

Yun Mu stood there steadily, as though he had been born to be the focus of everyone's attention.

Tang Wulin, on the other hand, felt somewhat uneasy, as if his entire body were prickling.

At this time, Class Five was already standing where Class One had once stood, its students looking arrogantly at the other students.

To their surprise, the Dean had come in person. "I have gathered everyone today for a temporary first-grade assembly. There are mainly two matters to announce. First, due to this year's special circumstances, the winning first-grade class will no longer continue participating in the subsequent Promotion Tournament. First-grade rankings will be adjusted according to the Promotion Tournament rules. The original Class 5, First Grade will be changed to Class 1, First Grade, while the other four classes will move up accordingly."

"In recognition of Class 1, First Grade's outstanding performance in this Promotion Tournament, every student in the class will be rewarded with one Grade A Meal per day for the rest of this semester," Long Hengxu said.

Yun Mu, however, did not care about this.

After all, he could afford three Grade A Meals a day, though he could not afford Tang Wulin's.

"Next, I will announce the students of Class Zero, First Grade. Teacher Wu Changkong will serve as the homeroom teacher. Class Zero students will be selected from the existing classes, and there are currently seven of them."

"Class 1, First Grade: Yun Mu, Tang Wulin, Xie Xie, Gu Yue. Class 2, First Grade: Zhang Yangzi, Wang Jinxi, Wei Xiaofeng."

Then Dean Yu Zhen gave a long speech of encouragement before finally asking the Class Zero students and their homeroom teacher, Wu Changkong, to remain behind.

"Children, come here," Yu Zhen said.

However, they had not expected Yu Zhen to start by giving them a harsh scolding, apparently hoping to crush their unruly pride.

As for Yun Mu, he treated the Dean's words as nonsense, letting them go in one ear and out the other.

Not to mention anything else, Yun Mu really wanted the Dean to search through history for a soul master with twin Extreme Martial Souls who had reached level 37 at the age of nine.

Then Yu Zhen threw them an agreement.

Yun Mu gave it a glance and ignored it. "The high school division? With all of our talents, every one of us is qualified to enter Shrek Academy. Do you think you can compare yourselves to Shrek Academy?"

"With our resources, we may not necessarily be inferior to Shrek Academy," Yu Zhen said.

"What about Title Douluo-level resources?" Yun Mu snorted.

"Are you signing or not? If you won't sign, you can leave," Yu Zhen said.

"I've already been reserved by Shrek Academy, so naturally I can't join your so-called Class Zero," Yun Mu said with a smile.

"If my brother isn't joining, then I won't join either. I want to enter Shrek Academy with my brother too," Tang Wulin said after thinking it over.

Xie Xie gritted his teeth as well. "If my friends aren't participating, then neither am I."

Gu Yue looked at the three of them and followed suit. "Sorry, but my Advanced Academy goal is Shrek Academy."

Wei Xiaofeng also hesitated before ultimately deciding not to sign, just like them.

"In that case, Class Zero only has two people left," Yu Zhen said coldly.