Opening Ceremony, First Meeting with Wu Zhangkong

Opening Ceremony, First Meeting with Wu Zhangkong

"You'd better think this through. Tang Wulin's situation is really strange right now. He might come looking for trouble during class assignments later."

In the living room of the small villa, Gu Yue sat on the sofa and glanced sidelong at Qiangu Wuji.

Qiangu Wuji had heard her, of course, but he didn't react. He just leaned back in his chair, staring blankly at the ceiling.

"If he comes looking for trouble, and you can't handle him, leave it to me."

Seeing that he still wasn't saying anything, Gu Yue assumed he was feeling pressured, so she stood up and said this.

Qiangu Wuji glanced at her, his eyes full of suspicion.

"Are you confident you can handle that guy?"

He remembered that in the original story, Gu Yue had been very strong early on, able to take on Tang Wulin and Xie Xie at the same time and keep them on the back foot.

Come to think of it, after all these years together, he still didn't know how strong Gu Yue really was. He'd never seen her show her true strength.

"Who knows?"

Gu Yue pursed her lips and replied, then picked up her luggage and headed for a room at the back.

Watching her leave, Qiangu Wuji lay back down, his brows knitted tightly.

He wasn't worried at all about whether Tang Wulin would come looking for revenge. Even if that guy had gotten so much stronger over the past three years, somehow, he was still only at the Three-Ring level.

And Qiangu Wuji had his ultimate trump card: the Black Grade Mecha!

If Tang Wulin wanted to make it a fight to the death, he'd learn just how cruel the world could be.

More than that, though, Qiangu Wuji was worried about what Tang Wulin had said earlier.

There was no doubt about it: from those words, Tang Wulin had joined forces with Qiangu Dongfeng.

Qiangu Wuji didn't know what agreement the two had reached, but one thing was clear: the original story's events were happening ahead of schedule.

Qiangu Dongfeng had already begun putting his ambitions into action.

That was what worried him most. In the original story, Qiangu Dongfeng had colluded with the Holy Spirit Cult, hoping to reopen the Abyss Plane and let it descend upon the continent. If Tang San hadn't stepped in to stop it later, the continent would truly have been in grave danger.

But now, the story had already veered off course. Would Tang San still appear?

If he didn't, who would stop the Abyss Plane from descending?

And there was an even bigger problem. Even if the Abyss Plane crisis was resolved, what would happen when Qiangu Dongfeng's actions were exposed? As his son, what fate would await Qiangu Wuji?

Sigh!

Just thinking about it gave him a headache.

It looked like he'd have to do something.

Qiangu Wuji thought it over, then took out his soul communicator. He found Leng Yaozhu's name in his contacts, opened the chat, and sent her a message.

"Keep an eye on Dad. He might be doing something you don't know about."

After sending it, he put the communicator down.

He wanted to tell Leng Yaozhu directly, but would she believe him if he just said it out of nowhere?

And if she pressed him for an explanation, what would he say? That he was a transmigrator who knew how the story would unfold, or that he'd stumbled upon it by accident?

Leng Yaozhu seemed to be busy dealing with something and didn't reply right away.

Qiangu Wuji didn't wait. He put away the communicator, picked up his luggage, and went into the bedroom.

Time flew by, and afternoon soon arrived.

New students usually attended an opening ceremony when they enrolled. Their classes were assigned during the ceremony, followed by an entrance test.

By the time Qiangu Wuji and Gu Yue arrived, the playground was already packed. Students stood in neat formations that stretched as far as the eye could see.

Up on the stage, an old man with a full head of white hair was giving an impassioned speech through a megaphone.

Qiangu Wuji glanced at the crowd and was about to find a gap for himself and Gu Yue to slip into.

Just then, a voice came from the side.

"Wuji, you're here."

Qiangu Wuji looked toward the voice and saw Long Hengxu waving to him nearby.

Puzzled, he still walked over with Gu Yue.

"What is it, Director Long?"

Long Hengxu smiled faintly and explained.

"You don't need to attend the opening ceremony. Come with me. I'll take you somewhere else."

"I don't need to attend?" Qiangu Wuji was taken aback. "What about class assignments?"

"Those have already been arranged for you."

Long Hengxu glanced around, then urged him on.

"Come on, follow me. I'll take you to meet your teacher."

"Ah? Oh."

Qiangu Wuji had nothing more to say, so he quietly followed Long Hengxu.

He was pretty curious about what kind of teacher Long Hengxu had arranged for him.

The best teacher at the school was undoubtedly Wu Zhangkong.

But Qiangu Wuji remembered that, for some reason, Wu Zhangkong had been assigned to the worst class. Given Qiangu Wuji's circumstances, there was no way Long Hengxu would put him in the worst class.

Which meant there was a good chance he wouldn't meet Wu Zhangkong.

"All right, we're here."

As Qiangu Wuji mulled this over, Long Hengxu stopped.

Qiangu Wuji looked up. They were in an open space in front of the teaching building.

Several people were already waiting there.

He took a quick look. He knew a few of them.

Tang Wulin, Xie Xie, Zhou Changxi, and a few others whose names he didn't know.

Huh, these people...?

At that moment, the others noticed him and Gu Yue. Zhou Changxi, the most outgoing among them, exclaimed in surprise.

"It's you! The beautiful new classmate whose name I don't know!"

Qiangu Wuji's face darkened. Did this guy even know how to talk to people? What did he mean, "the beautiful classmate whose name I don't know"?

He was annoyed, but didn't show it. He just walked over and nodded politely.

"Hello, I'm Qiangu Wuji."

"Qiangu? That's a very rare surname."

Zhou Changxi looked surprised, then sized him up, sounding unsure.

"A girl?"

"A guy..."

Qiangu Wuji gritted his teeth. He suddenly felt like punching someone.

"Oh, oh, sorry, my mistake." Zhou Changxi slapped his forehead, looking rather embarrassed. "You're just so good-looking that I couldn't tell at first."

"It's... it's fine."

Qiangu Wuji practically forced the words out through gritted teeth.

While the two of them were talking, Long Hengxu was speaking with the other students. He was telling them to wait there patiently, and to make a good impression later.

Hearing this, Qiangu Wuji grew curious and couldn't help asking Zhou Changxi beside him.

"Do you know why Director Long brought us here?"

"Not really," Zhou Changxi said, shaking his head. "I just heard the school made a last-minute decision to put all the students with good talent together and form Class One."

"Oh, Class One?"

Qiangu Wuji was surprised again. He looked around, and sure enough, almost everyone there had exceptional talent.

Tang Wulin, Xie Xie, himself, and Gu Yue—this really was a class of geniuses.

"You didn't know? I heard that the teacher the school found for us this time is no ordinary person. Apparently, he's very mysterious."

"Oh?"

Qiangu Wuji perked up at that. He was just about to ask more when a voice, cold as ice, came from nearby.

"These are the students assigned to me?"

Hearing it, Qiangu Wuji instinctively looked over. A man stood nearby, his posture ramrod straight and his hair a frosty blue.

As soon as he appeared, the air around them seemed to grow colder.

He's here!

White robes, blue sword—the Ice Emperor, Wu Zhangkong!