Three-Ringed Soul Elder

At Eastsea City Hospital, Cen Yue stared at Tang Wulin's examination report. Every piece of information listed on it made his head spin.

After an unknown amount of time, the door to the treatment room in front of Cen Yue opened, and the healing Soul Master walked out.

"How is that child?" Cen Yue asked anxiously.

"Nearly all the muscles in his body have been torn apart. Many of his bones were also fractured and shattered by the impact of energy. Prolonged blood loss has left him in very poor condition, and judging from his injuries, he was most likely caught in a lightning strike as well." The healing Soul Master explained Tang Wulin's condition.

Hearing this, Cen Yue felt as if the sky were collapsing. Who could have imagined that the little fellow who had tearfully promised him just days ago that he would work hard at forging and strive to become an outstanding blacksmith would suffer such a calamity? Why had such powerful lightning descended during this typhoon, and why had it struck Mang Tian's workshop?

At that moment, Cen Yue did not even know how to tell Mang Tian this news. Even though Tang Wulin had not suffered this disaster because of him, he still felt unable to speak of it.

Elsewhere.

After the typhoon passed, Eastsea Academy naturally resumed classes. When Yun Chen and Xu Xiaoyan returned to school, they found the atmosphere in their class somewhat oppressive.

During recess, Yun Chen approached Wei Xiaofeng. "Xiaofeng, what happened to everyone? And where are Zhang Yangzi and Wang Jinxi? Why haven't I seen them?"

"Something happened to the two of them," Wei Xiaofeng said.

It turned out that during the days of the typhoon, Wei Xiaofeng and the other two had been cultivating nonstop under the pressure Gu Yue had brought them, hoping to take another step forward in their cultivation. But cultivation was a gradual process; cramming at the last minute was never going to work. So Zhang Yangzi and Wang Jinxi decided to take another path and focus on their Martial Soul Fusion Skill.

However, an accident occurred during their fusion. Their Martial Soul Fusion Skill was interrupted and even backfired on them by force, leaving them both still lying in the infirmary.

During the lunch break, Yun Chen and Xu Xiaoyan went to visit them. Seeing their pale, dejected faces as they lay in their hospital beds, Yun Chen sighed.

He really wanted to say, Why did you have to compare yourselves to that bug, the Silver Dragon King? She isn't even human.

But he only thought it and did not actually say it aloud.

When Wang Jinxi saw Yun Chen arrive, a strained smile appeared on his face. Zhang Yangzi, on the other hand, said seriously, "We originally didn't want you to take the field, but Yun Chen, now we can only rely on you."

"Enough. You two should just rest properly. Don't worry about the Class Promotion Tournament." Standing beside the beds, Yun Chen could only feel helpless as he looked at the two best friends lying there.

He was actually puzzled. Why did everyone place so much importance on so-called honor? It was not just the people of Shrek; even Zhang Yangzi and the others often talked about fighting for the class's honor and how they absolutely could not lose.

But he had completely forgotten that in his previous life, when he was in school, had he not also fought hard in team sports so his class could achieve good results? It was only after entering society and being tempered by its harsh reality that he had set aside his former innocence.

Ever since transmigrating into this world, Yun Chen had always viewed himself as an observer. But as time passed, he had unknowingly long since become part of this story. Xu Xiaoyan, his childhood friend, had changed because of some of his influence, and many other things were the same.

So, faced with the longing in Zhang Yangzi and Wang Jinxi's eyes, he nodded and accepted their request. He would give this Class Promotion Tournament against Class Five everything he had. Even if his opponent was the Gold and Silver Dragon Kings, it would make no difference.

However, when school ended that afternoon and Yun Chen arrived at the field with the Class One students, he saw that something seemed to have happened on Class Five's side as well.

Tang Wulin's injuries were severe. Even with a healing Soul Master, he could not recover in a short time. Moreover, according to the healing Soul Master's assessment, his foundation had been damaged. His path as a Soul Master might very well be cut off, and he might never break through to the Soul Grandmaster realm in this lifetime.

Cen Yue was heartbroken when he learned the news, but he still notified Eastsea Academy of Tang Wulin's injuries.

However, this news had not yet been made public in Year One Class Five. Only Wu Zhangkong knew. Yet the icy aura Wu Zhangkong gave off after learning the news left every student in Class Five trembling with fear. Even Xie Xie, usually the most restless of them all, obediently kept his mouth shut and stood to the side without daring to make a sound.

"The Class Promotion Tournament between Year One Class Five and Year One Class One will now begin. Homeroom teacher of Year One Class Five, please select the number of participants!" Director Long Hengxu's voice rang out across the field.

Wu Zhangkong expressionlessly swept his gaze across all the students in Class Five, before finally settling on Gu Yue and Xie Xie. The rules of the Class Promotion Tournament required at least two contestants. Even without Tang Wulin, Year One Class Five still had Xie Xie and Gu Yue, so they were not entirely without fighters.

Seeing the two people Wu Zhangkong had sent out, Ye Yingluo immediately turned to look at Wei Xiaofeng and Yun Chen, who stood together. The two exchanged a glance, then stepped onto the competition platform.

Seeing that both sides were in position, Long Hengxu raised an arm and shouted, "Begin!"

The instant his words fell, all four people on the stage reacted. As Soul Power surged through them, soul rings began to appear beneath their feet. Yet among the four people present, there were nine soul rings.

At that moment, everyone's attention turned to Yun Chen. He was the only person on the field with three soul rings. His third soul ring was especially eye-catching, because it was crimson-gold!

Long Hengxu's eyes widened beneath the stage. He stared at Yun Chen in disbelief, then finally muttered, "A nine-year-old Soul Elder? What kind of monster is this?"

Wu Zhangkong was also slightly stunned as he looked at that crimson-gold soul ring. As a former outstanding student of Shrek Academy, he knew that soul rings could take on special colors under certain circumstances. But this was the first time he had ever seen a crimson-gold soul ring. Still, Wu Zhangkong felt that the crimson hue on that soul ring seemed somewhat off. It... seemed to move?

"You've already reached three rings?!" Of the four people on the stage, the most shocked were not Gu Yue and Xie Xie of Year One Class Five, but Wei Xiaofeng, who was in the same class as Yun Chen.

He really had made a breakthrough during the days of the typhoon. He had originally thought the gap between himself and Yun Chen had narrowed somewhat, but who would have thought it had only grown larger?