Two Purple, One Black!

Two purples, one black!

Inside the office of the East Sea Academy dean of students.

Long Hengxu sat behind his desk, his face ashen, his gaze dark and gloomy, his eyes looking as if they could devour a person whole.

"Speak, why were you fighting?"

In the office, several youths stood in a row. Aside from Tang Wulin, the others all bore some signs of injury.

The cold, arrogant youth in particular was bruised and battered, with a dark ring around one eye.

The other tall, sturdy youth hadn't fared much better; one arm hung limply at his side, and his face was covered in bloodstains.

Qiangu Wuji and Gu Yue were sitting on a sofa to the side of the office, and at this moment, he was watching the scene with great interest.

In truth, what was happening now was the plot from the original story where Tang Wulin first entered East Sea Academy and got into a conflict with others.

The two he had beaten were none other than the cold, arrogant youth, Xie Xie, and the tall one, Zhou Changxi.

In the original story, Tang Wulin fought these two because the blanket Na'er had given him was trampled by Zhou Changxi, but now, Na'er wasn't by this guy's side, so that event didn't exist. He was quite curious: why were these people fighting now?

"It's because this guy is too arrogant!" At this, Zhou Changxi spoke up, biting his lip tightly, his face full of grievance. "This guy relied on his strength to try and act like a tyrant in our dorm. I couldn't take it, so I fought him."

"Act like a tyrant?" Long Hengxu muttered these four words, then turned his gaze toward Tang Wulin, frowning. "What does he mean by this?"

"It means nothing," Tang Wulin shook his head and said indifferently. "I just wanted them to understand the hierarchy so as to avoid trouble in the future."

His expression was very calm, as if he were speaking of a trivial matter.

Upon hearing this, veins bulged on Long Hengxu's forehead, and his fists clenched until they creaked.

Bang!

He slammed a palm heavily onto the desk and roared in anger.

"Are you kidding me? What kind of place do you think this is?"

"Kidding? Director Long, why would you think I'm kidding?"

Tang Wulin acted as if he hadn't seen his anger at all, maintaining his calm and detached demeanor.

"Since ancient times, the relationship between soul masters has always been the law of the jungle. I am simply following the rules. They are weaker than me, so they should naturally listen to me. Is there a problem with that?"

"You...!"

This theory left Long Hengxu dumbfounded, and Zhou Changxi and Xie Xie, standing to the side, also had their mouths agape, clearly shocked by his logic.

Is this Tang Wulin?

Qiangu Wuji watched from the side, feeling quite surprised in his heart.

The current image of Tang Wulin had completely overturned his understanding of the original story; this was a total lunatic!

What on earth had this guy gone through in these three years? How did he become so dark?

Facing the astonished gazes of the crowd, Tang Wulin remained very calm. As if he were at home, he crossed his arms, circled around Xie Xie and Zhou Changxi, and said faintly.

"If you're in the same dorm as me, you'd better think it through: either listen to me, or I'll beat you every single day."

"Bastard! You've gone too far!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the hot-tempered Xie Xie couldn't hold back any longer, clenching his fists and preparing to strike.

However, just as he was about to move, Long Hengxu finally exploded.

"Enough! If you keep arguing, you'll all be expelled! Go wherever the hell you want!"

His roar was effective; in an instant, the office fell silent.

Long Hengxu rubbed his temples, and finally, he cast a sharp gaze toward Tang Wulin.

"You think you're something special, don't you?"

Tang Wulin didn't speak, merely keeping his arms crossed, clearly not taking Long Hengxu's words to heart at all.

This arrogant attitude, without a doubt, infuriated Long Hengxu once again.

He slammed his hand onto the desk with a thwack and roared at the top of his lungs.

"Show me your martial soul! I want to see just how capable you really are today!"

The angry roar echoed through the room, and the powerful aura was so intense that it made the eardrums of everyone present ache.

Tang Wulin looked at him with a strange expression.

"Are you sure you really want me to reveal my martial soul?"

"Cut the crap!"

Long Hengxu bellowed!

Tang Wulin said no more; he simply nodded and closed his eyes.

The moment he closed his eyes, a thick, pungent scent of blood suddenly permeated the air!

"This is...?"

At this moment, in the eyes of Qiangu Wuji, Tang Wulin's entire body had turned red.

Under the ability of the Heavenly Six Eyes, when he usually observed others to check their soul power, it would generally appear blue; yet now, the soul power on Tang Wulin had turned red.

Red soul power—this was his first time seeing such a thing, and he couldn't help but feel quite astonished for a moment.

What on earth is this? Could it be the bloodline power of the Golden Dragon King? But bloodline power clearly didn't look like this.

Just what has happened to this guy?

While he was filled with such thoughts, over there, Tang Wulin finally revealed his martial soul.

It was a mutated Blue Silver Grass, as thick as an arm and covered in thorns.

The appearance of this Blue Silver Grass was already shocking enough, but compared to his soul ring configuration, that was nothing.

Two purples and one black!

This was Tang Wulin's current soul ring configuration!

He was already a Soul Elder; in three years, he had gone from an Innate Soul Power of level three to a Soul Elder!

Qiangu Wuji had thought that meeting this guy again after three years would bring him a surprise, but he never expected the surprise to be this massive!

At this moment, even his heart was shaken.

If he felt this way, there was no need to mention the others in the room.

At this time, Long Hengxu and the others, upon seeing Tang Wulin's soul ring configuration, all widened their eyes, too shocked to speak a word.

A ten-thousand-year soul ring!

A ten-thousand-year soul ring appearing on a ten-year-old!

"Director Long, do you have anything else to say?"

Amidst the gazes of shock, Tang Wulin's indifferent voice rang out once more.

Long Hengxu snapped back to reality and swallowed hard. He wanted to say something, but it felt as if a fishbone were stuck in his throat, and he couldn't utter a sound.

"It seems you have nothing left to say to me, Director Long." Seeing his silence, Tang Wulin shrugged his shoulders and turned to walk out of the room.

However, halfway there, he seemed to remember something and suddenly stopped.

"Oh, I forgot to remind you, Director Long. Don't even think about expelling me, because..."

When he said "because," he deliberately dragged out the tail of the word, his peripheral vision catching Qiangu Wuji in the corner as the corners of his mouth curled into a faint, elusive smile.

"Because, I was recommended by the Spirit Pagoda. If your school doesn't want to offend the Spirit Pagoda, I don't think you would expel me, right, Director Long?"

After finishing this sentence, he turned and left, leaving behind only a cold, indifferent back.

Inside the room, Long Hengxu collapsed into his chair, gasping for air.