Double Purple, One Black!

The Academy Director's Office.

Long Hengxu sat behind his desk, his face utterly livid and his gaze dark, as if he could eat someone alive.

"Tell me. Why were you fighting?"

Several boys stood in a row inside the office. Aside from Tang Wulin, the others were all sporting some bruises.

The especially aloof-looking boy had a swollen, bruised face, and one of his eyes was black.

The other boy, tall and sturdy, hadn't fared much better. One arm hung limply at his side, and his face was smeared with blood.

Qiangu Wuji and Gu Yue sat on a sofa off to one side of the office. At that moment, he was watching the scene with interest.

As it happened, this was the same incident from the original story in which Tang Wulin first entered Eastsea Academy and got into a conflict with someone.

The two people he'd fought were none other than Xie Xie, the aloof boy, and Zhou Changxi, the tall one.

In the original story, Tang Wulin had fought them because Zhou Changxi trampled the quilt Na'er had given him. But now Na'er wasn't by his side, so that hadn't happened. Qiangu Wuji was quite curious about what had caused them to fight this time.

"That guy was acting way too high and mighty!" Zhou Changxi spoke up, biting his lip with a deeply aggrieved look. "He thinks he's so strong, so he wants to lord it over everyone in our dorm. I couldn't stand it, so I fought him."

"Lord it over everyone?" Long Hengxu murmured, then turned to Tang Wulin and frowned. "What does he mean by that?"

"It doesn't mean anything," Tang Wulin said calmly, shaking his head. "I just wanted them to understand the hierarchy, so there wouldn't be any trouble later."

His expression was utterly composed, as if he were talking about some trivial matter.

At that, veins bulged across Long Hengxu's forehead, and his fists clenched with a creak.

Bam!

He slammed a palm down on the desk and roared furiously.

"What kind of joke is this? What do you think this place is?"

"A joke? Director Long, why do you think I'm joking?"

Tang Wulin acted as though he hadn't noticed Long Hengxu's anger, still wearing a calm, unruffled expression.

"Since ancient times, the relationship between Soul Masters has always been survival of the fittest. I'm simply following the rules. They're weaker than me, so they should listen to me. Is there a problem with that?"

"You...!"

Long Hengxu was dumbfounded by this argument. Zhou Changxi and Xie Xie, standing to one side, had their mouths hanging open as well, clearly stunned by what Tang Wulin had said.

Was this really Tang Wulin?

Qiangu Wuji watched from the side, just as surprised.

Tang Wulin's current image completely overturned Qiangu Wuji's understanding of the original story. He was a complete lunatic!

What had this guy gone through over the past three years? How had he turned out this twisted?

In the face of everyone's stunned looks, Tang Wulin remained calm. He folded his arms as though he were at home and circled Xie Xie and Zhou Changxi, speaking in an indifferent tone.

"If you're going to share a dorm with me, you'd better think it over. Either you listen to me, or I'll beat you up every day."

"You bastard! That's going too far!"

The hot-tempered Xie Xie couldn't hold back any longer. He clenched his fists, ready to strike.

But just as he was about to make a move, Long Hengxu finally snapped.

"Enough! If any of you makes another peep, you'll all be expelled! Go wherever the hell you want!"

His furious roar worked. The office fell silent in an instant.

Long Hengxu rubbed his temples. At last, his sharp gaze settled on Tang Wulin.

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

Tang Wulin didn't answer. He simply kept his arms folded, clearly paying no attention to Long Hengxu's words.

That arrogant attitude undoubtedly set Long Hengxu off again.

He slapped the desk hard once more, then practically bellowed in rage.

"Show me your Martial Soul! I'll see just how impressive you really are!"

His furious roar reverberated through the room. The force of it made everyone's eardrums ache.

Tang Wulin stared at him with a strange look.

"Are you sure you really want me to show you my Martial Soul?"

"Cut the crap!"

Long Hengxu roared.

Tang Wulin fell silent. He nodded, then closed his eyes.

The moment he closed them, an intensely rich scent of blood suddenly filled the air!

"What is this...?"

In Qiangu Wuji's eyes, Tang Wulin had turned completely red.

With the power of his Heavenly Six Eyes, other people's Soul Power usually appeared blue when he examined it. But now, the Soul Power around Tang Wulin had turned red.

This was the first time he'd seen red Soul Power, and he couldn't help being astonished.

What was this? Could it be the Golden Dragon King's Bloodline Power? But Bloodline Power clearly didn't look like this.

What on earth had happened to this guy?

While Qiangu Wuji wondered to himself, Tang Wulin finally revealed his Martial Soul.

A black, mutated Blue Silver Grass as thick as an arm, covered in thorns.

The appearance of this Blue Silver Grass was already shocking, but compared to his Soul Ring Configuration, it was nothing.

Two purple, one black!

That was Tang Wulin's current Soul Ring Configuration!

He was already a Soul Elder. In just three years, he'd gone from Innate Soul Power rank three to a Soul Elder!

Qiangu Wuji had imagined that seeing this guy again after three years would bring a surprise, but he'd never expected it to be this big!

At that moment, even his heart was shaken.

And if he was shaken, the others in the room were even more so.

When Long Hengxu and the others saw Tang Wulin's Soul Ring Configuration, their eyes widened. They were so shocked that they couldn't speak.

A Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring!

A Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring on a ten-year-old!

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

Amid the stunned gazes, Tang Wulin's indifferent voice rang out again.

Long Hengxu came back to his senses and swallowed hard. He wanted to say something, but it felt as though something were stuck in his throat. He couldn't get a word out.

"Looks like you don't have anything to say to me, Director Long." When he saw Long Hengxu remain silent, Tang Wulin shrugged and turned toward the door.

But halfway there, he suddenly stopped as though he'd remembered something.

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

He drew out the word "because" deliberately, the corner of his eye fixed on Qiangu Wuji in the corner as the faintest smile tugged at his lips.

"Because I'm here on the Spirit Pagoda's recommendation. If your academy doesn't want to offend the Spirit Pagoda, I don't think you'll expel me, will you, Director Long?"

With that, he turned and left, leaving behind only a cold, aloof figure.

Inside the office, Long Hengxu slumped into his chair and gasped for breath.