Mu Ye

"You don't need to panic. I'll go back to Shrek Academy and ask around some more. Wulin, you should head back to the dorm first." Wu Changkong waved a hand, then added to Yun Mu, "Yun Mu, stay for a while."

Tang Wulin did not ask any further questions. He nodded, got up, and left, his figure disappearing completely through the doorway.

Wu Changkong turned his gaze back to Yun Mu, lightly tapping the edge of his desk with his fingers. His tone was heavier than it had been when speaking to Tang Wulin.

"Yun Mu, I'll be direct with you. You must know something about what's going on with Tang Wulin. Otherwise, the two of you wouldn't both have left together last time when something went wrong with his Martial Soul."

Yun Mu was at a loss for words, his mouth hanging open for a long while without a sound coming out. He couldn't exactly say that he knew the original story, that Tang Wulin possessed the Golden Dragon King bloodline, could he?

And that Tang San had forcibly given it to him.

All he could do was stand there blankly, looking a little embarrassed.

"You don't need to explain how you know. I'm not here to pry into your secrets."

Seeing his expression, Wu Changkong seemed to sigh. "I just want to tell you not to shoulder everything on your own. Do you realize how dangerous that is? If you trust me, then come find me whenever Tang Wulin has another episode, or whenever you run into a hurdle in your own cultivation. If you don't know me well enough to trust me, then find your master or your master's wife. It's not like they'd harm you, is it?"

Yun Mu felt warmth stir in his heart and hurriedly nodded. "I understand, Teacher Wu. I'll remember."

"Alright, you can go back too." Wu Changkong frowned, his expression grave as he repeated his warning.

"Remember, whether your Soul Power gets stuck or you feel any discomfort with your bloodline, don't drag it out. Come find me or your master right away. The earlier you speak up, the better. Don't let a minor problem turn into major trouble."

Yun Mu answered, "Alright," then turned and left the office.

As he walked down the corridor, he began making plans. If Tang Wulin could meet Mu Ye, the Sect Master of the Body Sect, earlier, perhaps he could undergo his second Martial Soul awakening sooner. In any case, the two were fated to meet; whether it happened earlier or later made no difference.

Besides, from Tang Wulin's reaction lately, he clearly did not seem to be trying to distance himself from Yun Mu.

With that thought, Yun Mu quickened his pace. He jogged all the way back to the dorm, grabbed Tang Wulin, who was still pondering forging, and pulled him outside. "Come with me. I'm taking you to meet my teacher. Maybe he can help with your Martial Soul!"

The two hurried toward Zhen Hua's forging room. The moment Yun Mu pushed open the door, he shouted at the top of his lungs, "Teacher! I brought a little genius over today. Come take a look!"

The forging room was filled with the smell of iron filings and the heat of burning charcoal, while the aroma of food drifted out from the kitchen inside.

Mu Ye was busy in the kitchen with a spatula in hand. Hearing the shout, he poked his head out through the kitchen door. There was even a little flour on his forehead as he teased with a smile, "A little genius? Just how talented can he be? Could he possibly be more impressive than you, you monster?"

Standing behind Yun Mu, Tang Wulin felt awkward at those words. He hurriedly scratched the back of his head and waved his hands. "No, no. My brother is far better than me. I'm nowhere close."

After all, he was still quite far from reaching his brother's level.

"Heh. Anyone Yun Mu is willing to call a 'genius' definitely isn't ordinary."

Zhen Hua's voice came from the forging station. He still held a massive hammer, striking a piece of Mysterious Iron with loud clangs. Sparks flew onto his apron, but he did not care as he merely lifted his eyes and gave Tang Wulin a glance.

"Perfect, it's just about lunchtime." Mu Ye wiped the flour from his hands and smiled at Yun Mu. "What do you want to eat today? I've just started simmering Dragon Bone Soup. How about I stir-fry a couple of dishes too?"

Yun Mu touched his nose and scratched his head awkwardly. "Um... Senior Mu Ye, could you make a little extra today? The more, the better. Maybe steam a whole pot of rice too."

He had been so focused on dragging Tang Wulin here that he had completely forgotten how frightening this boy's appetite was. The usual amount definitely would not be enough.

"Make more?" Mu Ye froze for a moment and looked at him in confusion. "You usually say you're full after just a few bites. Why are you suddenly so hungry today? Did you skip breakfast?"

"It's not me..." Yun Mu had just begun to explain.

Tang Wulin poked his head out from behind him, his voice a little quiet. "Um... Senior, it's me. I eat a lot."

The moment Mu Ye heard that, he had originally wanted to scold the brat for wasting food.

But when he looked closely, he immediately put down his spatula and walked out of the kitchen. He circled Tang Wulin once, sizing him up from head to toe. A somewhat mischievous smile curled at the corner of his lips as he deliberately spoke harshly.

"Oh? You can eat? Fine, then today I'll see just how much you can really eat! Whatever I make, you have to finish. If you leave even one bite, then whether you want it or not, I'll force-feed it to you!"

His words sounded fierce, but there was a hint of probing in his eyes.

The moment he examined Tang Wulin, he sensed an exceptionally surging bloodline power hidden within the boy's body, carrying the profound aura of an ancient divine beast. He was undeniably excellent material.

This bloodline power...

What a pity. This child is bound to Yun Mu, and he'll most likely enter Shrek Academy in the future.

But that's fine. The Body Sect is short on promising talent like this right now. Even if I can only bring him in as an elder in the end and have him hold a few extra posts, it'll still be worthwhile.

After all, he was someone Yun Mu regarded highly. Mu Ye could not let him slip away. Besides, a poor relationship in the past did not mean they could not have a good relationship in the future.

Mu Ye quickly made up his mind. Given the Body Sect's current situation, who still cares whether Shrek Academy is an old rival? Secure the person first.

But forming a complete friendship with Shrek was impossible too.

After all, the people of the Body Sect had a fierce spirit in their bones. Lowering themselves to ingratiate themselves with others was not their style.

The moment Yun Mu saw the look in Mu Ye's eyes, he knew what the old man was plotting. Wasn't that exactly what Mu Ye ended up doing later on?

Besides, that A Ruheng truly lived up to the saying that a child's nature could be seen from an early age. One look was enough to tell he was not someone with many schemes; he was straightforward and direct.

Oh, right. Yun Mu had met A Ruheng once a few days ago.

Mu Ye had brought him over at the time, wanting to ask whether A Ruheng was willing to learn forging, but one look had made it clear that it would not work.

A Ruheng was certainly strong enough, but his talent for forging was truly lacking. Not only could he not compare to Yun Mu, he was not even as good as Mu Xi.

On top of that, Mu Ye had a knot in his heart. He did not want A Ruheng to follow his old path.

Back then, he had been too obsessed with Mecha, delaying his cultivation. In the end, he failed to become a Super Douluo, much less reach an even higher realm.

He still regretted it deeply. Every time he thought of it, he could only sigh, but there was nothing he could do. Time could not be turned back.

But A Ruheng's cultivation talent was truly exceptional. From the bottom of his heart, Mu Ye hoped that the boy could become a Limit Douluo in the future.

And if he could build a good relationship with Yun Mu, then have Yun Mu forge a set of Four-word Battle Armor for A Ruheng in the future, would A Ruheng not become a Limit Douluo with Four-word Battle Armor?

Just thinking about it made it all worthwhile.