Sowing the Seeds of Hatred

Sowing the Seeds of Hatred

Qiangu Wuji had no idea what was happening in the outside world at this moment.

After flames engulfed his entire body, the world before his eyes turned a scorching red.

Deep within his mind, crisp cries of a phoenix echoed repeatedly.

From these phoenix cries, he felt endless sorrow and fury—a rage so intense it felt as though it wanted to burn the very sky to ash.

This monstrous hatred surged like a tidal wave, crashing against his sanity again and again.

However, his powerful mental strength played its part, preventing him from becoming completely lost in these emotions.

What is happening to me?

Calm down, I must stay calm!

Qiangu Wuji gritted his teeth, struggling to steady his emotions.

Fortunately, the sound did not last long. Soon, that rage receded like a tide, and the blood-red world slowly returned to normal.

But once his vision cleared, Qiangu Wuji noticed that the people around him were looking at him as if he were a monster.

Before him, Tang Wulin was slumped on the ground, gasping for air, his face etched with terror.

He touched the tip of his nose, not quite understanding the current situation.

Just then, a graceful figure leaped from the crowd; Lin Ximeng grabbed his wrist and asked anxiously.

"What just happened to you?"

"What happened to me?"

Qiangu Wuji looked at her, bewildered and completely confused.

Seeing his expression, Lin Ximeng furrowed her brows, pondering for a moment before arriving at an answer.

"Martial Soul suppression."

"Martial Soul suppression?" Qiangu Wuji blinked, taken aback.

Lin Ximeng nodded, her expression strange.

"Although I don't know the specifics, looking at Tang Wulin's state, it is clearly the result of your Martial Soul suppressing his."

As she said this, her expression became even more peculiar.

"But isn't your Martial Soul an eye? Can a Body Martial Soul suppress Blue Silver Grass?"

Hearing her say this, Qiangu Wuji immediately understood; she had mistaken the previous situation for Martial Soul suppression.

However, he knew very well that this was certainly not the case. The reason for this occurrence was likely the effect of that True Phoenix Bloodline.

But as he thought about it, he found it absurd. Wasn't Tang Wulin of the Golden Dragon King bloodline? Could a True Phoenix suppress a Golden Dragon King?

If it could suppress him, wouldn't that mean the True Phoenix was an existence of a higher order than the Golden Dragon King?

Yet, was there really a beast god in this world comparable to the status of the Dragon God?

"In any case, let's end your match for now. Your situation is quite complex, and I don't know what's going on, so I'll take you to get checked out first."

Lin Ximeng had been thinking for a while; the current situation was beyond her understanding. A Body Martial Soul being bathed in flames—she hadn't just never seen such a thing, she had never even heard of it.

Hearing this, Qiangu Wuji nodded. Although he knew his bloodline had evolved, he was still clueless about what this so-called True Phoenix was.

However, he rejected Lin Ximeng's idea of taking him for an examination. Hongshan Academy was, after all, a small place, and the people Lin Ximeng knew wouldn't be that extraordinary.

Rather than letting her find someone, it would be better to ask Leng Yaozhu, the Limit Douluo who possessed a phoenix Martial Soul.

Since her Martial Soul was in that category, she would surely know more than he did.

"Teacher Lin, you don't need to worry about my condition. Let's skip the check-up; I want to go home first and ask my family to see what they have to say."

Lin Ximeng glanced at him, knowing that this student of hers had an unusual background, so she nodded.

"Fine, I'll give you a day off."

"Thank you, Teacher Lin."

Qiangu Wuji thanked her gratefully, but he didn't leave immediately. Instead, he pondered for a moment and slowly walked over to Tang Wulin.

Tang Wulin was sitting on the ground, gasping for air. Seeing him approach, he looked up, wanting to say something but hesitating.

Countless thoughts raced through Qiangu Wuji's mind. Although he didn't know the full situation, he knew clearly that this guy had played an indispensable role in his transformation. His future bloodline advancement would likely depend on him.

So, what to do now was very clear.

Thinking of this, he smiled slightly and reached out his hand.

"Wulin, you are truly amazing. I almost lost to you."

Tang Wulin looked at the hand extended before him, his face flushing bright red.

What do you mean "almost lost to me"? There was a difference of a hundred thousand miles!

He felt so unwilling. His soul power wasn't enough, and even after awakening that mysterious power, he had thought he could turn the tables, yet he had still been defeated completely.

Next time!

I will never lose again!

He bit his lip hard and did not reach out to take Qiangu Wuji's hand, instead forcing himself to stand up before lowering his head and remaining silent.

At this moment, Gu Yue also walked over from the side. Upon reaching the group, she did not look at Qiangu Wuji first, but instead glanced at Tang Wulin and said indifferently.

"Have a little self-awareness next time."

As soon as these words were spoken, Tang Wulin buried his head even lower, his hands clenching into fists that creaked audibly.

However, he eventually loosened his fists and looked up at the two of them.

"I'm not feeling well, I'm leaving first."

With that, he turned and walked into the crowd, quickly disappearing from everyone's sight.

Qiangu Wuji looked in the direction he had left, lost in thought. He had noticed it while reading the original work: although Tang Wulin appeared kind and gentle on the surface, he was actually quite competitive deep down.

It was just that he possessed the Golden Dragon King cheat, so even if he lost once, he would quickly regain his pride, which was why scenes of him flying into a rage never occurred.

But now, realizing that even after awakening the power of the Golden Dragon King he was still inferior to him, he probably wouldn't be as confident as he was in the original story.

"Just a guy who doesn't know his own limits, what is there to look at?"

Gu Yue came to Qiangu Wuji's side and frowned when she saw him staring at the direction Tang Wulin had left.

Qiangu Wuji snapped back to reality and glanced at her, not minding continuing to play the role of a good kid.

"Wulin is still very talented; I almost lost to him just now."

"Hmph, almost?"

Gu Yue let out a cold snort, scoffing at the remark.

It was clear that after this incident, her impression of Tang Wulin had plummeted to the extreme.

"Let's not talk about that guy anymore. Tell me, what exactly happened with you just now?"

Gu Yue frowned, leaned in close, and whispered in his ear.

"I know you have your teacher's Heavenly Phoenix martial soul, but was that really the effect of the Heavenly Phoenix martial soul?"

The young girl carried a faint, sweet fragrance, and her breath blew against Qiangu Wuji's cheek in waves.

He felt a bit awkward and pulled away slightly before shaking his head.

"I don't know either, so I plan to go back and ask Mom. Maybe she knows something."

Upon hearing this, Gu Yue said nothing more and simply stood silently by his side; her intention was clear—she was going back too.

This physical fitness test ultimately ended just like that because of Qiangu Wuji's situation.

Afterward, Lin Ximeng granted him and Gu Yue a day off, so the two of them returned home after attending less than three hours of class.

At home, Leng Yaozhu was acting just like a housewife, wearing an apron and busy in the kitchen. Seeing the two return, she put down her work and asked in surprise.

Qiangu Wuji did not hide anything and recounted what had happened to him earlier, though, of course, he didn't mention the system.

After listening, Leng Yaozhu exclaimed in shock.

"You mean, you awakened the True Phoenix Bloodline?"