Like Someone's Youth Diary

"Don't, Brother Mu!" Xie Xie hurriedly waved his hands, even softening his tone. "I won't be modest anymore, okay? Just don't deny me Battle Armor components!"

The moment he said that, everyone around them could not help laughing.

Even Gu Yue, who usually kept a cold face and rarely spoke, lightly curled the corner of her lips, a hint of amusement flashing through her eyes.

"What about me?" Gu Yue leaned closer, her voice softening with a rare hint of coquettishness. "Brother Mu, aren't you making a set for me too?"

Yun Mu was stunned by her tone. He instinctively looked up at her and, for a moment, felt that Gu Yue's features somewhat resembled Na'er's. Both had that fresh, clear look with a touch of stubbornness.

But they had originally been the same person, so it was normal for them to look alike.

He hurriedly pulled his thoughts back, scratching his head somewhat awkwardly as he stammered, "O-of course I will! Whatever Battle Armor components you need in the future, I'll forge them for you!"

As he spoke, Yun Mu suddenly frowned, his gaze landing on Tang Wulin. He could clearly sense that Tang Wulin's Soul Spirit seemed to be changing. A faint yet continuous energy fluctuation was emanating from him.

Yun Mu pondered it inwardly. It should have been a qualitative change brought about by quantitative accumulation.

Tang Wulin's Golden Dragon King bloodline had constantly been washing through his body. His Soul Spirit's foundation had already been quite good, so after being stimulated like this, it was bound to evolve.

Besides, Tang Wulin had actually entered the Spirit Ascension Platform before, and it had been the one at the Spirit Pagoda headquarters.

Though Tang Wulin's status was not as high as his own, he had not received any less attention.

After all, he possessed the same Blue Silver Grass and Clear Sky Hammer as their ancestor Tang San. Even if Shrek Academy had not paid him much special attention, the Tang Sect had long been secretly keeping an eye on him.

Even if he had not joined the Tang Sect under Wu Changkong's guidance, he would have been invited soon enough anyway.

Tang Wulin had already been internally designated by the Tang Sect, just as Yun Mu had been internally designated by the Sea God Pavilion.

The spot Tang Wulin had received to enter the Spirit Ascension Platform in Shrek City last time had actually been secretly provided by the Tang Sect. They simply had not told Yun Mu or Tang Wulin about it.

While Tang Wulin's Soul Spirit evolved, Yun Mu and Wu Changkong stayed by his side.

Before long, the yellow Soul Ring around Tang Wulin gradually deepened in color, eventually turning light purple. Judging by that color, it was probably around a thousand years old.

Even more remarkably, two tiny bumps emerged from the head of his Mandala Snake Soul Spirit. The scales that had originally been entirely emerald green were now faintly covered in a layer of pale gold, making it look far more imposing than before.

Even his Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul seemed to have been stretched out, gradually turning into vines that wrapped around his arms, giving it a stronger, more powerful feel.

Yun Mu yawned beside him and reached out to gently touch the vines with a finger.

A powerful aura immediately reached his fingertips. It was the Golden Dragon King's power.

As expected of the Golden Dragon King bloodline. Its corrosiveness really is terrifying. Even the Soul Spirit and Martial Soul have been stained with its aura.

Wu Changkong stood nearby, satisfaction appearing on his face, though his brows also furrowed slightly. He had always felt that Tang Wulin's Blue Silver Grass was unusual. Ordinary Blue Silver Grass would not possess such extraordinary toughness.

After a while, the light around Tang Wulin gradually receded. The Mandala Snake opened its mouth as if it, too, had yawned, then lowered its head and burrowed back into his body, disappearing from sight.

Tang Wulin seemed to have had all his strength drained away. His eyes closed, and he fell asleep on the spot.

Yun Mu sighed at his side and slowly released the Life Force within his Martial Soul.

Pale green energy enveloped Tang Wulin, gradually soothing the chaotic Soul Power inside him and easing the exhaustion in his body after the evolution.

"Yun Mu, why were you unwilling to enter the Spirit Ascension Platform?" Wu Changkong's voice suddenly sounded. His expression remained calm. "There were too many people before, so I did not ask."

Yun Mu opened his eyes and smiled. "My body can't absorb the energy of the Spirit Ascension Platform, so there's no point in going in. But it doesn't matter. The age of my Soul Rings seems to rise on its own as my Martial Soul attributes grow, so I don't need to specially ascend them." With that, he closed his eyes, sat cross-legged beside Tang Wulin, and began cultivating.

Wu Changkong nodded without asking further questions. He sat down nearby as well, closed his eyes, and began cultivating.

Yet while Tang Wulin slept, he felt as though his body had been filled with energy. He had endless strength, and even his hands and feet felt slightly itchy.

When he suddenly opened his eyes, he could no longer hold himself back. He sprang up and rushed out of the dormitory, spreading his arms and sprinting across the field. The wind whistled past his ears, and he felt light all over. No matter how fast he ran, he did not feel tired.

Yun Mu was awakened by the commotion of him rushing out. He helplessly shook his head and followed after him.

He stood at the edge of the field, watching Tang Wulin run lap after lap. Only when Tang Wulin slowed down did he walk over and smack the back of Tang Wulin's head.

"Could you make less noise when you run out next time?" Yun Mu deliberately put on a stern face, sounding a little annoyed. "Didn't you see your big brother cultivating? You nearly scared the life out of me!"

But if one looked closely into his eyes, they would find them full of amusement. He was not truly angry at all.

Tang Wulin rubbed the back of his head and scratched awkwardly. "Brother, I was wrong..."

Before he could finish, his eyes were suddenly drawn to a pink figure in the distance. His eyes immediately lit up, and he quickly waved. "Good morning, Senior Sister!"

Yun Mu followed his gaze. It was Ouyang Zixin, dressed in a pink tracksuit and walking toward the field. When she saw Tang Wulin, she smiled and waved back.

Yun Mu sighed inwardly. This silly little brother still hasn't realized it, has he? He and Ouyang Zixin could never happen in this lifetime.

Yun Mu could see it clearly from the side. Ouyang Zixin simply treated Tang Wulin as a child. There was not the slightest hint of romantic interest between them.

Sure enough, Ouyang Zixin walked over with a smile and reached out to ruffle Tang Wulin's hair. "Look how happy you are. Now this is what a child should look like! You were always so gloomy before, like a little old man. You're not even ten yet, right? You should be more lively."

Standing nearby and listening, Yun Mu suddenly felt pulled out of the scene. Why did this feel so familiar?

A senior sister, an innocent little boy, teasing him with the air of an elder...

For a moment, he almost thought he had not transmigrated into Tang Jia San Shao's Douluo Continent, but into one of Jiangnan's youthful little diaries. Even keywords like "senior sister" and "innocent" carried an oddly familiar flavor.

Early the next morning, the members of Class Zero obediently returned to the classroom.

As soon as class began, Wu Changkong stood before the podium and got straight to the point. "Tell me, what did each of you feel after going to the Spirit Ascension Platform yesterday?"

He paused, then added, "Speak in the order you were eliminated from the Spirit Ascension Platform yesterday. One at a time."

After saying that, he looked at Yun Mu again. "Yun Mu, after they have all finished, tell us what you think of their performances. While you're at it, grade their analyses."