Phoenix Cry

Wang Chuan could not even be bothered to raise his eyelids as his thoughts stirred slightly.

"Whoosh—!"

Without warning, a violent gale swept up from nowhere inside the classroom!

The airflow howled, sending the books and papers on the desks rustling loudly.

The little fatty had been smugly holding up his knife when the sudden gale caught him completely off guard and swept him off his feet.

With a cry of "Ow!", his plump body staggered backward. He fell heavily onto the floor, and the knife Martial Soul in his hand dissipated as his Soul Power became unstable.

"Whoa!"

"What happened?"

"Why did the wind suddenly start blowing?"

The classroom immediately erupted in startled cries. The children swayed and stumbled, looking uncertainly toward the windows around them.

But every window was tightly shut.

In the end, everyone's gazes coincidentally settled on Wang Chuan, who remained seated steadily in his chair, with even the hem of his clothes barely fluttering.

Was it him?

But he clearly had not moved at all!

Was that a Soul Skill?

Could he be a Soul Master?!

Yet Wang Chuan acted as though nothing had happened. He calmly withdrew his gaze, looked out the window, and waited for the class bell.

He had not used a Soul Skill. He had merely relied on the Five Virtues Phoenix Martial Soul's innate affinity for and control over Heaven and Earth Vital Energy to slightly stir the wind elements around him.

A Soul Master's Soul Power was originally obtained by refining Heaven and Earth Vital Energy, and the Five Virtues Phoenix possessed unparalleled advantages in that regard.

Even without his First Soul Ring, merely through his control of Heaven and Earth Vital Energy with Mental Power—

his overall strength was already no weaker than that of an ordinary Two-Ring Soul Grandmaster.

If his Mental Power could break through to the Spirit Connection Realm—

then both the range and intensity of his manipulation of Heaven and Earth Vital Energy would increase dramatically. By then, even without Soul Rings, crushing ordinary Three-Ring Soul Venerables would not be difficult.

Thus, what mainly constrained his strength—

was the intensity of his Mental Power.

Perhaps Wang Chuan's seemingly casual yet highly intimidating display had altered certain subtle threads of fate.

When Tang Wulin entered the classroom, the little fatty who would originally have approached him to ask about his Martial Soul—

only looked at him curiously from afar and no longer dared to rashly step forward as before.

However, what was meant to come would come eventually.

During the first lesson, the homeroom teacher, Lin Ximeng, followed the usual practice 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 spread open his palm. A slender stalk of Blue Silver Grass, carrying a faint blue glow, slowly appeared.

"Blue Silver Grass?"

"The useless Martial Soul, Blue Silver Grass?"

"Hahaha, it's actually the standard useless Martial Soul!"

The classroom instantly broke into unrestrained laughter. Several mischievous children even pointed at Tang Wulin as they laughed so hard they nearly doubled over.

Tang Wulin's little face immediately turned bright red. He lowered his head, his fingers tightly gripping the corner of his clothes. The Blue Silver Grass in his palm trembled slightly, looking incomparably fragile.

At that moment, a faint, imperceptible trace of contempt also appeared on Lin Ximeng's face.

She did not speak up to stop the children's mockery. Instead, she slightly shook her head, as though she too pitied this student's "misfortune."

Just as Tang Wulin felt utterly humiliated, with tears welling in his eyes, Wang Chuan sighed helplessly as well.

Looking across the several chosen figures of Douluo Continent's eras, Wang Chuan believed Tang Wulin was excellent in every respect.

It was just that throughout his life, he had suffered greatly...

After all, Tang Wulin was part of that lofty God King Tang's grand plan spanning ten thousand years.

A clear voice broke through the commotion.

"Hmph."

The sound was not loud, yet it carried a peculiar penetrating force.

Everyone followed the sound and saw that Wang Chuan had somehow risen to his feet.

A clear, resounding phoenix cry, as though it could cleanse the soul, rang through the classroom. Carrying an indescribable majesty, it instantly overwhelmed every noisy voice.

Wang Chuan swept his gaze around expressionlessly. Under that calm gaze, which carried an invisible pressure, the laughter abruptly stopped as though someone had seized the mockers by their throats.

The children inexplicably felt their hearts tremble and no longer dared to make a sound.

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

"As a teacher, when a student is mocked because of his Martial Soul, you not only fail to stop it, but subtly agree with it and even become part of the atmosphere of ridicule."

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

He did not understand it, nor could he accept it.

Teachers imparted knowledge, taught skills, and resolved doubts, but more importantly, they should cultivate people.

To watch a child be mocked by a group over something innate that he had no choice over, remaining indifferent or even fanning the flames—

did someone like that truly deserve to stand at the podium?

"You!"

Lin Ximeng's expression changed instantly, shifting between red and white.

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

Rage shot straight to her head. She pointed toward the classroom door, her voice rising with fury.

"Get out!"

"My classroom has no need for a student like you, who disrespects teachers and elders!"

Wang Chuan sneered, too lazy to argue with her any further.

He looked at Tang Wulin again, his gaze turning serious and resolute. His voice clearly reached Tang Wulin's ears, as well as those of every other student.

"Tang Wulin, listen carefully."

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

"Throughout the history of Douluo Continent, there has never been a shortage of examples of the weak defeating the strong and ordinary people creating miracles."

"If even you give up on yourself because of other people's ridicule, then that would be true stupidity."

Tang Wulin's entire body shook. He suddenly raised his head, and his eyes instantly reddened as tears filled them.

He looked at Wang Chuan. Those calm yet powerful words were like a ray of light piercing through the gloom in his heart.

He forcefully sniffed, nodded heavily, and answered in a choked yet firm voice:

"Mm! I'll remember that!"

At that moment, Wang Chuan's figure, which was not particularly tall, became incomparably towering in Tang Wulin's eyes, radiating a reassuring light.

"Get out!"

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

Seeing that Wang Chuan was completely ignoring her and had instead gone to comfort Tang Wulin, Lin Ximeng trembled with rage. Her voice rose even higher, nearly becoming a shriek.

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

Without another word, he calmly took out the Soul Guidance Communicator Leng Yaozhu had left him before departing and dialed the only number stored in it.

"Hello?"

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

"Xiao Chuan, are you adjusting well on your first day of school?"

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

The communicator fell silent for two seconds. Leng Yaozhu's voice remained steady, but a chill seeped into it.

"Good. Your master understands."

"Leave this matter to me."

"Attend class peacefully, or go home and rest first. Do as you wish."

"Thank you, Master."

After saying that, Wang Chuan ended the call on the communicator.

He looked again at Lin Ximeng, whose expression had already begun to turn unnatural, and calmly announced:

"You're fired."