Entering the Rising Spirit Platform

Chen Ye stood up, gasping for breath, while Tang Wulin instinctively touched his face and opened his eyes, looking confused.

The left side of his face was completely swollen. Bewilderment filled his expression as he stared at Chen Ye.

"Boss, what happened? Why am I all beaten up? Who hit me?"

"I did."

"Oh, then it's fine. It must've been my fault. What happened, Boss?"

"You were taken over by the Golden Dragon King's consciousness inside you! If I hadn't been there, you would've exploded and died."

Chen Ye panted, exhaustion written across his face. Tang Wulin could really take a beating. He'd slapped him again and again, and he'd put real force into every blow.

But it wasn't until he summoned the Golden Dragon King Martial Soul that he managed to get a clear result.

Tang Wulin looked at Chen Ye, tears of gratitude in his eyes. One hand pressed against his cheek as he gazed at Chen Ye, deeply moved.

"Wuwu, thank you, Boss. If you hadn't been there, I might be dead. I'm forever grateful you saved my life!"

"Tsk. I don't mind you calling me Boss outside, but what should you call me here?"

Chen Ye looked at Tang Wulin. Tang Wulin paused, touched his swollen, reddened face, then glanced at Chen Ye's weary expression.

Thinking of how Chen Ye had saved his life, Tang Wulin fell silent for a moment before finally calling out, "Thank you, godfather, for saving my life!"

Tang Wulin was visibly moved, but as soon as he finished speaking, he froze.

He could clearly feel that something seemed to have changed inside him.

Confusion filled Tang Wulin's eyes, but he had no idea that—

Within the Golden Dragon King's Second Seal, a golden Divine Sense was already trembling wildly.

And in a space an unknown distance away, a blue-haired young man stood, his expression darkening to the extreme.

"That bastard! Not only did he steal my son's opportunity, he actually dared to make my son call him Dad!"

"Chen Ye! Chen Ye! Just you wait. Once I get back, I'll wipe out every last one of your descendants!"

Tang San's face had darkened completely. Beside him, a young woman in a pink dress gently took his hand.

"What happened? Why are you so angry? Ever since you became a God King, I've hardly ever seen you lose your temper."

Confusion filled Xiao Wu's face, but Tang San was still breathing heavily, unable to suppress his fury.

Anyone would be beside themselves with anger after seeing their son call someone else Dad. But there was nothing he could do about it right now.

"I'm fine. Let's focus on dealing with the people from the God Circle first."

"Let's persuade them as quickly as possible, then return to Douluo Star together." Tang San looked at Xiao Wu, his expression unbearably complicated.

He didn't explain what was happening in the Douluo World. He didn't know how to tell his wife. Should he say that someone was about to fool their son into being completely brainless?

Eastsea Academy had endured a very unsettled night.

First, the dragon's roar had woken most of the teachers and students. Then Wu Changkong had soared into the air.

Finally, in the early hours of the morning, Wu Changkong had returned carrying a head. It belonged to a Soul King, whom Wu Changkong had beheaded.

Early the next morning, Wu Changkong was the first to arrive in the classroom.

He looked at the few students, all of them worn out. When he saw Tang Wulin's face—swollen until it looked like a pig's head—he was completely bewildered.

"What happened? How did Tang Wulin end up like this?"

Wu Changkong looked at Chen Ye, a puzzled expression on his face.

A hint of awkwardness flashed across Chen Ye's face. He coughed solemnly.

"Ahem. When that Evil Soul Master showed up last night, he possessed Tang Wulin and sent the power inside him out of control. He almost exploded."

"In the end, I had no choice but to beat him up to make the Evil Soul Master's consciousness leave."

Chen Ye sounded completely serious. Wu Changkong paused, then nodded. He believed him.

After all, he knew just how difficult that Evil Soul Master had been the night before.

"Your mental states should all be rather poor today. This is actually the best time to test your Spiritual Power."

"I won't keep it from you: tomorrow, the school will take you to train at the Rising Spirit Platform."

"I want to check your Spiritual Power and strength in advance so we can compare them and see how much you've improved."

Wu Changkong spoke seriously, and the students all nodded.

About ten minutes later, Wang Jinxi and Zhang Ziyang finally came in.

Zhang Ziyang shot Chen Ye a resentful look. He wanted to demand why Chen Ye hadn't let them sleep the night before and had been going berserk in the middle of the night.

But when he thought of Chen Ye's formidable strength, Zhang Ziyang fell silent. In the end, he didn't say another word.

The group went to the testing room. Wu Changkong started up the testing equipment, but before he could speak, the door opened and Long Hengxu walked in.

Long Hengxu entered and immediately looked at Chen Ye, then turned his gaze to the students.

There were seven students in the first-year Class Zero: Chen Ye, Tang Wulin, Xu Xiaoyan, Gu Yue, Xie Xie, Zhang Ziyang, and Wang Jinxi.

Long Hengxu's expression was complicated. "The school has only provided five places for the Rising Spirit Platform, so only the top five in the Spiritual Power test will be allowed to go."

He seemed to struggle to get the words out. Wu Changkong was the first to react. His brows furrowed.

He was about to speak when he noticed Long Hengxu looking at Chen Ye. He fell silent, then turned his head to look at Chen Ye as well.

Chen Ye stood there quietly, his expression calm.

His Spiritual Power had already reached the Spirit Sea Realm, while Tang Wulin and Gu Yue were at the Spirit Connection Realm.

Xie Xie and Xu Xiaoyan were a little behind, but their scores were still around eighty or ninety.

"Teacher, why are you looking at me? This is the school's rule. It has nothing to do with me, does it? I'm not the one who can change school rules."

Chen Ye's voice was calm, and his eyes made no effort to hide his indifference.

Zhang Ziyang and Wang Jinxi glared at Chen Ye, anger on their faces, but they didn't know what to say.

Their Spiritual Power scores were the lowest. Neither could even reach fifty.

The whole arrangement was clearly aimed at the two of them, but the opportunity was officially being offered by the school.

"I'll pay for their spots. Let them go with us. We're all in the same class; we should all improve together."

As Wu Changkong spoke, he looked at Chen Ye. Chen Ye smiled, neither objecting nor trying to stop him.

There was only a more peculiar look in his eyes.

At Chen Ye's strange expression, Zhang Ziyang clenched his teeth. He could no longer suppress the humiliation in his eyes.

"Chen Ye, what exactly do you want? You seriously injured us when we were choosing the Class Monitor, and now you're targeting us again!"

"How am I targeting you?" Chen Ye tilted his head slightly, wearing a perfectly measured look of confusion.

Zhang Ziyang gritted his teeth and looked at the young man's calm face, but fear filled his heart.

The Rising Spirit Platform could increase Soul Ring levels, and its effects were better the lower your level was. Naturally, the two of them wanted to go in.

The Rising Spirit Platform was especially expensive. Each visit cost a fortune, and they simply couldn't afford it.

But the problem was that once they entered the Rising Spirit Platform, Chen Ye could kill them whenever he wanted. If he chose to, they'd be dead the moment they went in.

Wu Changkong had clearly been speaking to Chen Ye, hoping he wouldn't target the two of them. But the young man had made his own position clear.

He wouldn't give an inch. Chen Ye's dictionary had no place for letting bygones be bygones.

If you provoked him, you had to pay the price.