Class Promotion Tournament

Class Promotion Tournament

"So what if it isn't a body martial soul?"

"With such talent, he ought to cultivate my Body Secret Method!"

And that was not all.

Mu Ye grabbed Su Qiu.

In an instant, he took him away.

Only Su Wuyan was left standing there, buffeted by the night sea breeze.

He froze for a moment.

Where was my nephew? How did my huge nephew just disappear?

The next moment, the abandoned factory suddenly collapsed.

A massive Dragon Sparrow soared into the sky, appearing once more above Skysea City.

The Dragon Sparrow's eyes swept around before locking onto a distant figure. He furiously gave chase. "Mu Ye, you old bastard! Put my nephew down!"

The enormous Martial Soul Avatar, the Bright Dragon Sparrow, stood before him. The golden patterns on its wings radiated a fierce killing intent, and even the surrounding air trembled slightly beneath its pressure.

Mu Ye put Su Qiu down, feeling somewhat guilty. It seemed he had truly enraged Su Wuyan—he had even used his Martial Soul Avatar.

He had been too excited and had lost his head. He had completely forgotten about Su Wuyan beside him, focused only on taking Su Qiu back to awaken his body's potential.

After repeatedly apologizing to Su Wuyan and Su Qiu, Mu Ye explained, "But, Dragon Sparrow, Su Qiu must join my Body Sect."

"No, it's fine even if he doesn't join. As long as he accepts my guidance and cultivates the Body Sect's secret methods, that will do."

Mu Ye assured them, "Su Qiu's talent goes far beyond this. I can sense that there is still a powerful force hidden within his body that has yet to be awakened."

"I'm not deceiving you. Even if we leave that force alone, it will gradually awaken as Su Qiu grows stronger, and it will grow alongside him."

"But I have a way to awaken it in advance, without any lingering consequences."

Hearing that, Su Qiu frowned slightly. Since when was he this awesome? Mu Ye was practically begging to teach him.

As he thought back carefully, a flash of inspiration crossed his mind.

Could it be that I still have the Red Dragon's power inside me?

Was the Holy Sword really raising me according to King Arthur's template?

"I have no objections." The Bright Dragon Sparrow dispersed, revealing Su Wuyan's figure. He replied, "This depends on Xiao Qiu himself."

Feeling the expectant gazes upon him, Su Qiu did not hesitate. He performed the formal ceremony of taking a master before Mu Ye. If Mu Ye could truly help him awaken the Red Dragon's power, then what was wrong with becoming his disciple? It was only proper.

"Master."

"Good, good, good." Mu Ye had not been this happy in a long time. He repeatedly praised him. "Just call me Teacher from now on."

"Hello, Teacher."

After calming his excitement, Mu Ye began planning all sorts of training methods in his mind. No one knew better than him what kind of physical talent Su Qiu possessed.

As long as he was properly nurtured, Su Qiu would surely reach the ultimate end of the path of the body!

Countless thoughts flashed through his mind as Mu Ye instructed, "Xiao Qiu, I still need some time to prepare."

"Once I'm ready, come to my place."

After calming down, Mu Ye realized there was no need to rush. He still needed time to gather medicinal herbs and lay the most perfect foundation.

"Okay, Teacher." Su Qiu nodded obediently.

After returning to Eastsea City with Su Wuyan, Su Qiu still felt somewhat dazed.

Too much had happened tonight.

First, he had fought and killed a Soul King-level Evil Soul Master. It was his first time killing someone, yet he did not feel much of anything. Perhaps, in his heart, Evil Soul Masters did not count as people.

Then they had become entangled with a Soul Fighting Douluo-level member of the Holy Spirit Cult, who had been instantly killed by Su Wuyan.

Then came the possibility that he possessed the Red Dragon's power, followed by becoming Mu Ye's disciple.

It was too late, and his dormmates should have already gone to sleep. Not wanting to disturb them, Su Qiu followed Uncle back to the Spirit Pagoda to rest for the night.

After reviewing the day's gains in his room, Su Qiu entered meditation.

The following days quietly passed in cultivation.

The day of the Class Promotion Tournament soon arrived. Su Qiu had already broken through to rank thirty-four.

Tang Wulin had reached rank twelve, while Xie Xie was already rank nineteen.

Meanwhile, Gu Yue had unknowingly raised her Soul Power to rank twenty-nine. She was not far from becoming a Soul Elder and seemed able to break through at any moment.

The weather was nice today, with clear blue skies stretching as far as the eye could see.

The match was held after school so as not to interfere with the students' studies.

When the dismissal bell rang, few of the students pouring out of the school building came to watch the match.

It was only a First Grade match, and Class Five was facing Class Four. In their eyes, there was nothing interesting about it.

Still, people from the other three First Grade classes had come to watch.

Especially the three representing Class One: Wang Jinxi, Zhang Yangzi, and Wei Xiaofeng.

They felt somewhat uneasy.

Others might not know, but how could they not?

Class Five had Su Qiu!

Although they had asked Su Qiu in the dormitory and received his answer that he would not be participating.

But what if? What if Class Five's teacher demanded that Su Qiu take the field?

After all, what teacher could bear having such a talented student in their class and not let him compete?

The time was about right.

Long Hengxu stepped onto the competition platform and announced the match procedures: Class Five versus Class Four.

The preparation phase began.

Tang Wulin, Xie Xie, and Gu Yue took the field for Class Five.

After sweeping his gaze over the three of them, Long Hengxu looked at Wu Changkong in surprise. He knew that Class Five had Su Qiu, a Soul Elder, yet Wu Changkong had not sent him out.

That aside, Class Five had put up three people. Other than Su Qiu, could Class Five really produce three more capable fighters?

Shaking his head and seeing that both sides were assembled, Long Hengxu, acting as the referee, announced the start of the match.

Unexpectedly—

Tang Wulin and Xie Xie never even got a chance to perform. With her exceptionally powerful elemental control, Gu Yue dominated the entire field and ended the battle within a few moves.

Amid the uproar all around, Gu Yue jumped down from the platform and skipped over to Su Qiu, who was watching. With a grin, she asked, "So? Am I amazing or what?"

"You really are." Su Qiu was deep in thought. To others, Gu Yue's moves had merely seemed immensely powerful.

But in the eyes of Su Qiu, who also wielded elemental power, their exquisite intricacy was plain to see.

Even Wu Changkong could not see that. He only thought Gu Yue's control was quite good.

"Want to learn? I can teach you."

"Really?"

The Silver Dragon King wanted to teach me how to use elemental power? Was there really such a good thing?

"Hehe." Gu Yue's eyes darted as she said, "Go shopping with me later, and I'll teach you."

"No, let's go now."

Tang Wulin and Xie Xie, who had won without doing anything, looked at each other speechlessly.

"How about we go out and have some fun too?"

Training was suspended during the competition. They had plenty of free time now.

"No, I'm going to the cafeteria to eat." Tang Wulin had nothing but food on his mind.

Xie Xie was utterly speechless.

You finally got a break, and you wanted to spend it eating?

"I've been bored to death lately. How about this—you come out with me, and I'll treat you to a meal." Xie Xie used his trump card: treating him to food.

He knew Tang Wulin could eat, but it was only one meal. He could afford it, and today was a rare day off.

The tactic worked remarkably well. Tang Wulin immediately agreed. "All right."

In the distance, Gu Yue impatiently took Su Qiu's hand and led him toward the academy gates.

She casually glanced in the direction of those two.

A trace of coldness rose in her eyes.

The Golden Dragon King's aura was growing stronger and stronger.