Forge His Own Path

Asking for monthly votes and recommendation votes.

It seemed some people said I had suppressed the power scaling too harshly.

Fine, then I would stop suppressing it.

I would just let loose. A feel-good novel needed feel-good highlights—those meant to fight would fight, and those meant to watch the drama would watch the drama.

The mid-story plot would try not to follow Tang Wulin so closely.

Wu Changkong's expression was as still as water. His handsome, cold face seemed as though it would never show the slightest reaction to anything happening around him.

Just like several dozen seconds earlier, when a highly self-regarding student had openly mocked Tang Wulin's seemingly ordinary Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul.

Wu Changkong had merely flicked out a piece of chalk as punishment, his movements smooth and effortless, completed in one motion without the slightest hesitation or mercy.

To him, these minor frictions between students were utterly insignificant, as fleeting as passing clouds. (Nothing more than a little wind and frost.)

Yet at this moment, when Gu Chen said, "Gu Chen, Martial Soul: Double Pupils, level 27!" the entire classroom instantly erupted, cries of shock rising one after another. "Level 27?!"

The students stared wide-eyed, their faces filled with disbelief.

After all, this child named Gu Chen was only nine years old!

To possess such astonishing Soul Power at his age—judging by normal cultivation speed, he was very likely to break through the Three-Ring realm and become a Soul Elder before turning twelve. (Guess what level Tang San was at this age?)

At that moment, the same four words surfaced in everyone's mind: peerless monster!

Without question, if Gu Chen's displayed talent caught the attention of Shrek Academy or the Tang Sect and he was brought in for training in the future,

then given time, he would certainly grow into a Limit Douluo capable of shaking the world.

Thinking of this, even someone as steady and composed as Wu Changkong could not help secretly marveling to himself.

However, Gu Chen's remarkable Soul Power Level was practically unprecedented and unmatched among those his age, making him the most dazzling presence in the entire class.

After all, such a high Soul Power Level was extremely rare among peers.

Leaving Gu Chen aside, even Xie Xie's level 18 Soul Power was already exceptionally outstanding.

With such talent, he would be regarded as a genuine genius anywhere, perhaps even carefully cultivated by a powerful sect as its young sect master.

As for the other students in the class, most had merely reached level 11, the minimum standard for admission.

Moreover, their Martial Souls came in all kinds of strange varieties.

Unfortunately, apart from the two standouts, Gu Chen and Xie Xie, the other students' Martial Souls could hardly be called impressive.

Of course, this brought up Tang Wulin's Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul.

Unless it was the legendary Blue Silver King (Emperor), that thing was simply useless trash.

It was as though this had become an unshakable iron law.

At that moment, Wu Changkong stood at the podium and said solemnly, "Starting tomorrow, classes will officially begin.

"I'll say the unpleasant part first: my teaching methods may differ greatly from those of other teachers.

"If any of you are afraid of hardship and exhaustion, or cannot endure pain and torment, you had better transfer schools as soon as possible, or find a way to switch to another class.

"Those who choose to stay and continue studying must prepare yourselves mentally. All right, that's all for today. Class dismissed!"

As Wu Changkong's words fell, a faint stir immediately rose within the classroom.

After speaking, Wu Changkong strode away with his long legs and upright figure, and the class instantly exploded into an uproar.

Most of them were discussing that cold yet handsome Teacher, while others ran over to Gu Chen to get on his good side.

The small commotion from the day finally came to an end. Night fell like ink, silently shrouding the land.

Rather than returning to the dormitory as usual, Gu Chen wandered through the bustling streets of Eastsea City, casually sweeping his gaze over the rows of shops and crowds of pedestrians.

In the end, he stopped before an elegant-looking hotel and walked inside without hesitation.

After entering his room, Gu Chen gently shut the door, sat cross-legged on the bed, closed his eyes, and began circulating the Soul Power within his body.

His hands formed a series of intricate, mysterious seals as he muttered an incantation. With the activation of the technique, a mysterious and powerful force gradually surged from within him and gathered around his eyes.

Gu Chen was using the Heaven Mending Technique to strengthen the power of his Double Pupils.

The fusion of the Double Pupils (the perfected Double Pupils?) was a path others had already walked, and likewise a path whose endpoint could be seen at a glance.

But that was not the path he wished to take. He was using the Heaven Mending Technique to undergo a transformation. (Although Douluo's combat power was pathetic, its laws were absurdly high—not only high, but numerous!)

This Heaven Mending Technique was anything but ordinary. It could not only raise a Soul Master's Innate Soul Power level, but even more remarkably, it could repair the innate flaws within a Martial Soul.

Even those top-tier Martial Souls that were already considered perfect and flawless could go a step further with the Heaven Mending Technique's enhancement, becoming even more impeccable.

Its ultimate Foundation Establishment effects and miraculous restorative power were merely some of the Heaven Mending Technique's many profound mysteries. (The Heaven Mending Technique seemed to have an awful lot of abilities.)

Yet precisely because the Heaven Mending Technique was so heaven-defying, once word of it leaked out, it would surely cause an enormous uproar.

The people of the entire Douluo Continent would likely go mad over it and unite to attack them. After all, who would not want such a divine technique capable of changing one's fate?

For that very reason, even the Heaven Mending Technique passed down within the Butian Sect was not the complete version. Only Gu Chen and Na'er possessed the full Heaven Mending Technique.

Furthermore, anyone wishing to learn this secret art had to first receive a special mark within their Sea of Consciousness.

This could both prevent spies from infiltrating the sect to steal its ultimate art and stop those with wavering loyalties from leaking the Heaven Mending Technique.

Because of this mark, even if someone was fortunate enough to learn part of the Heaven Mending Technique, they would never be able to pass it on to anyone else.

Even Gu Yue, who shared memories with Na'er, knew nothing whatsoever about the Heaven Mending Technique.

They feared that several major powers would join forces to target the Butian Sect.

Wouldn't he be finished, then?

The enterprise he had built over several years would be gone. He would still feel somewhat upset about that. (Though he was a hands-off boss...)

Individual combat power was individual combat power.

If he became a god in the future, he would ultimately have to leave the Douluo Continent.

Inside the hotel,

Gu Chen's eyes were shrouded in Chaos Qi, golden light radiating from his body. Beneath the clothing over his chest, a "stone" flashing with colorless radiance guided and accelerated the Heaven Mending Technique's circulation.

"Second Spirit Skill: Light of Destruction!"