Phoenix Cry

Wang Chuan didn't even bother to lift his eyelids, his thoughts shifting slightly.

"Whoosh--!"

Without any warning, a violent gale whipped up out of nowhere in the classroom!

The airflow whistled, causing the books and papers on the desks to rustle and flap loudly.

The little fatty, who had been brandishing his blade triumphantly, was caught off guard and swept up directly by this sudden gust of wind.

With an "ouch," his chubby body stumbled backward, and he landed hard on his bottom, his blade Martial Soul dissipating due to his unstable soul power.

"Whoa!"

"What's going on?"

"Did a wind just blow through?"

Exclamations erupted throughout the classroom as the children swayed and stumbled, looking around at the windows in shock and confusion.

But the windows were all shut tight.

In the end, everyone's gaze converged, as if by unspoken agreement, on Wang Chuan, who remained calmly seated in his place, his clothes barely fluttering.

Was it him?

But he hadn't even moved!

Was this a soul skill?

Could he actually be a Soul Master?!

Wang Chuan, acting as if nothing had happened, calmly withdrew his gaze and looked out the window, waiting for the class bell to ring.

He hadn't used a soul skill; he had simply utilized the Five Virtues Phoenix Martial Soul's innate affinity and control over the essence of heaven and earth to stir the surrounding wind elements.

A Soul Master's soul power was derived from refining the essence of heaven and earth, and the Five Virtues Phoenix possessed an unparalleled advantage in this regard.

Even without a First Soul Ring, his control over the essence of heaven and earth through his spiritual power alone meant his comprehensive strength was already no less than that of an average two-ring Soul Grand Master.

If his spiritual power could break through to the Spirit Connection Realm, then the range and intensity of his manipulation of the essence of heaven and earth would increase significantly; by then, even without a soul ring, thrashing a common three-ring Soul Venerable would not be a difficult task.

Therefore, the factor restricting his strength was primarily the intensity of his spiritual power.

Perhaps it was because of this understated yet highly intimidating display that Wang Chuan had altered some subtle trajectories.

When Tang Wulin walked into the classroom, the little fatty who would have originally approached him to ask about his Martial Soul merely glanced at him from afar with curiosity, not daring to rush forward as he might have before.

However, what was meant to come would come eventually.

During the first class, the homeroom teacher, Lin Ximeng, followed the usual custom and had the new students display and introduce their Martial Souls one by one.

When it was Tang Wulin's turn, he stood up and opened his palm, where a slender stalk of Blue Silver Grass with a faint blue halo slowly emerged.

"Blue Silver Grass?"

"The trash Martial Soul Blue Silver Grass?"

"Hahaha, it's actually a standard trash Martial Soul!"

Unconcealed laughter erupted in the classroom. A few mischievous children even pointed at Tang Wulin, laughing until they doubled over.

Tang Wulin's small face turned bright red instantly. He lowered his head, his fingers gripping the hem of his shirt tightly, and the Blue Silver Grass in his palm trembled slightly, appearing incredibly fragile.

Lin Ximeng, meanwhile, wore a trace of imperceptible disdain on her face.

She did not speak up to stop the children's mockery; instead, she shook her head slightly, seemingly feeling pity for this student's "misfortune."

Just as Tang Wulin felt he had no place to hide and tears began to well up in his eyes, Wang Chuan let out a helpless sigh.

Looking across the various Children of the Era on the Douluo Continent, he felt that Tang Wulin was quite excellent in every aspect.

It was just that his life was... very bitter.

After all, he was a part of the ten-thousand-year grand plan of that high and mighty God King Tang.

A clear, resonant voice broke the commotion.

"Tsk."

The sound wasn't loud, but it carried a peculiar penetrating power.

Everyone followed the sound and saw that Wang Chuan had stood up at some point.

A clear, loud, and soul-cleansing Phoenix Cry echoed through the classroom, carrying an indescribable majesty that instantly suppressed all the noise.

Wang Chuan looked around expressionlessly, his calm gaze—heavy with an invisible pressure—sweeping over the room, and the mocking laughter was cut short as if everyone had been grabbed by the throat.

The children felt a strange sense of trepidation and dared not make another sound.

Then, Wang Chuan looked at Lin Ximeng, his tone calm to the point of indifference, yet every word was crystal clear:

"As a teacher, when faced with a student being mocked for their Martial Soul, you not only failed to stop it but implicitly agreed with it, even becoming a part of the mocking atmosphere."

"May I ask, Teacher Lin, is this your professional ethics?"

He did not understand, nor could he agree with it.

Teachers are meant to impart knowledge and resolve doubts, but more importantly, they should nurture character.

To watch a child being ridiculed by a group for something they could not choose at birth, and to remain indifferent or even fuel the fire.

Does such a person truly deserve to stand on a podium?

"You!"

Lin Ximeng's face changed instantly, flushing red and then turning pale.

She never expected that a brat who had just enrolled would dare to question her so sharply in front of the entire class!

A surge of anger rushed to her head, and she pointed toward the classroom door, her voice rising in fury:

"Get out!"

"My classroom does not need a student like you who lacks respect for teachers and elders!"

Wang Chuan let out a scoff, not bothering to argue with her any further.

He looked back at Tang Wulin, his gaze becoming serious and firm, his voice clearly reaching not only Tang Wulin but every student in the room:

"Tang Wulin, listen to me."

"The quality of a Martial Soul can never determine a person's future."

"In the history of the Douluo Continent, there has never been a shortage of examples where the weak defeated the strong, or where the ordinary created miracles."

"If you give up on yourself just because of the mockery of others, that is the only true stupidity."

Tang Wulin shuddered, suddenly lifting his head, his eyes instantly turning red and brimming with tears.

He looked at Wang Chuan, whose calm yet powerful words felt like a beam of light piercing through the gloom in his heart.

He sniffled hard, nodded heavily, and replied with a choked but firm voice:

"Mm! I'll remember that!"

At this moment, Wang Chuan's figure, which was not particularly tall, seemed to become incredibly towering in Tang Wulin's eyes, radiating a light that brought him peace of mind.

"Get out!"

"I told you to get out immediately! Did you hear me!"

Seeing that Wang Chuan completely ignored her and instead went to comfort Tang Wulin, Lin Ximeng trembled with rage, her voice rising even higher, bordering on a scream.

Only then did Wang Chuan glance at her, his eyes cold.

He said nothing more, calmly taking out the Soul Guidance Communicator that Leng Yaozhu had left with him before she departed, and dialed the only number on it.

"Hello?"

Leng Yaozhu's clear, elegant voice came through quickly, carrying a hint of concern.

"Xiaochuan, how is your first day of school? Are you adjusting well?"

Wang Chuan quickly recounted what had just happened in the classroom, focusing on Lin Ximeng's inaction and dereliction of duty as a teacher.

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the communicator, and then Leng Yaozhu's voice, while still steady, carried a chill:

"Very well, I understand."

"Leave this matter to me."

"You can continue your class in peace, or go home to rest, whichever you prefer."

"Thank you, Master."

After saying this, Wang Chuan ended the call and put away the communicator.

He looked back at Lin Ximeng, whose expression had begun to look unnatural, and announced in a flat tone:

"You are fired."