Solving Campus Bullying Starts with Me

The one who had just kicked Tang Wulin back into the encirclement was Tang Wulin's senior sister, Mu Xi. (Though she was not his senior sister yet.)

She was a strikingly beautiful young girl with a lovely golden ponytail, a slender, graceful figure, and long limbs.

The burst of bright light earlier had been released by Mu Xi. A yellow Hundred-Year Soul Ring rose beneath her feet—there were two of them. Above her head hovered a golden orb of light like the sun, flashing brilliantly. A small cluster of orange-red flames flickered faintly on her left shoulder, seemingly her Soul Spirit. The scorching heat was receding, but the temperature of the surrounding air had still risen considerably.

Seeing a tall upper-year student raising his fist to smash it into Tang Wulin's face, she immediately shouted, "Stop!"

The male student reluctantly stopped, but still gave Tang Wulin a shove.

The other upper-year students moved aside on their own. Mu Xi slowly walked up to Tang Wulin. Although the temperature of her Martial Soul was dropping, her imposing presence remained powerful.

Two Soul Rings. She was already a Soul Grandmaster.

"I am Mu Xi of Grade Five Class One in the Intermediate Division. I challenge you to a Forging match. If you intend to continue studying at the academy, don't refuse." Mu Xi spoke coldly.

She had always been a competitive girl, ever since childhood.

Tang Wulin's eyes narrowed. What he hated most was being threatened, and the stubborn part of his nature swiftly gained the upper hand.

Just as he was about to speak, the upper-year students around him, including Mu Xi, suddenly felt their minds go blank and their bodies begin to sway. By the time they regained their balance, a cold voice rang out.

"If you want to stay alive, stop talking nonsense and get your lackeys to scram!"

Mu Xi's expression changed slightly. Her slender body instantly tensed, and a flash of fear appeared in her eyes.

The others did not know what had happened, but she could clearly feel a hard object pressed against her waist. As the daughter of Eight-Star Saint Craftsman Mu Chen, Mu Xi had seen plenty. How could she fail to recognize it as a gun—a large, thick gun?

Mu Xi did not believe that a two-ringed Soul Master like herself could withstand a Soul Guidance Gun attack from such close range. She did not dare move, nor did she dare release her Martial Soul again.

"Tell them all to get lost!" The sinister voice sounded again. A face emerged from beside Mu Xi—it was none other than Nan Fusheng.

He was much shorter than Mu Xi. From the outside, one of his arms appeared to be draped over Mu Xi's shoulder, while his other hand held a Soul Guidance Gun pressed against her waist.

"Bastard, do you know what you're—" The tall male student from before roared, but his voice gradually weakened, because at that moment,

a chilling sensation kept brushing against his neck. It seemed that the slightest movement would have his throat slit, while a Dagger was also pressed against his waist.

"We know exactly what we're doing."

A voice came from behind the tall student. A figure slowly emerged—it was none other than Xie Xie!

Nan Fusheng said coldly, "Our patience is limited. If you think we wouldn't dare act in the academy, then feel free to try." As he spoke, the hand he had on Mu Xi's neck tightened slightly. Mu Xi immediately let out a pained groan.

"You all leave!" Mu Xi shouted in a low voice. She could clearly sense the killing intent coming from behind her. After all, she was only thirteen years old, and Fear quickly took over.

The upper-year students had no choice but to disperse. Just then, a furious roar rang out. "Stop!"

Xie Xie, standing nearby, felt his entire body go numb. The Light Dragon Dagger and the invisible Shadow Dragon Dagger in his hands nearly vanished at the same time. The next moment, he was lifted into the air by a tall figure like an eagle snatching a chick.

When Nan Fusheng saw that figure, he immediately shoved Mu Xi forward and released her.

Intermediate Division Teaching Affairs Office.

"Talk. What happened?" Teaching Affairs Director Long Hengxu looked at the students before him with a face as dark as water.

Mu Xi lowered her head. "I only went to challenge Tang Wulin to a Forging match."

Xie Xie sneered. "You brought a pack of lackeys to block us in the first-year dormitories. Is that how upper-year students come looking for people?"

Long Hengxu shot him a cold glare. "And that is why you threatened your senior with a knife? What if they didn't stop? Would you really have killed him?"

Xie Xie curled his lip and disdainfully swept his gaze across the upper-year students present. "Maybe."

Long Hengxu turned to Nan Fusheng. "The academy forbids students from carrying powerful Soul Tools. Where did that Soul Guidance Gun of yours come from? You even used it to threaten a senior student. If you cannot explain this clearly, I have the authority to expel you from the academy."

Unlike Xie Xie, who had at least used his own Martial Soul to threaten someone, Nan Fusheng had illegally carried a weapon and used it to threaten a senior student. The nature of his offense was far more serious. The Federation strictly regulated such Soul Tools, and the academy explicitly prohibited carrying Soul Guidance Guns capable of directly threatening someone's life.

If Nan Fusheng could not explain himself, then out of consideration for their teacher-student relationship, Long Hengxu could choose not to report him to law enforcement—but he would not keep an unstable element like Nan Fusheng at the academy.

Nan Fusheng lowered his head slightly, his eyes reddening at the corners. "It was my mother's keepsake. The day before I came to Eastsea Academy, a thug broke into my home and raped my mother. This Soul Guidance Gun belonged to that man.

"I took the gun from him and shot him dead, but afterward, my mother used this gun to kill herself. There is a record of this in Aolai City. Director Long, you can expel me if you want, but I will never hand over this Soul Guidance Gun."

Hearing Nan Fusheng's words, everyone present was moved. They could not help looking at him. Even Xie Xie, who did not get along particularly well with Nan Fusheng, had not expected him to have gone through something like this. Tang Wulin's reaction was the strongest; he opened his mouth, but did not know what to say.

At that moment, Long Hengxu only wanted to slap himself. The boy had already suffered so much, yet he had insisted on making him bring up such painful memories. As for the possibility that Nan Fusheng was lying, he dismissed it immediately. A simple check in Aolai City would confirm the matter, so there was no reason for him to lie.

Awkwardly changing the subject, Long Hengxu turned to Tang Wulin. "What about you? As the one who started this, what do you have to say?"

Although Tang Wulin had just been shocked by Nan Fusheng's experience, his gaze was exceptionally firm. "When I was little, my dad taught me something. When I had just entered Primary Academy, he told me that if he found out I was bullying younger students at school, he would teach me a harsh lesson. But if an older student bullied me, then I should fight back without hesitation. He would never blame me for it."

Looking at the children before him, Long Hengxu suddenly felt exhausted. One was unruly, one had a tragic past, and one spoke with sound reasoning. After serving as Teaching Affairs Director for so many years, he had actually been left speechless by them.

"Well said! I don't think my students did anything wrong either." A cold voice rang out. The door to the Teaching Affairs Office opened, and Wu Zhangkong walked in with a gloomy expression.

Long Hengxu frowned. "Teacher Wu, have you even forgotten the most basic courtesy of knocking?"

Wu Zhangkong replied coldly, "Sorry."

Long Hengxu's facial muscles twitched slightly. There was not the slightest sincerity in that apology. Even when Wu Zhangkong had been in the Advanced Division, he had given the Teaching Affairs Director there endless headaches. Now that he had come here and was teaching the worst class, he still had not changed in the least.

"Bullying the young with age—quite impressive!" Wu Zhangkong's cold gaze swept over the students of Grade Five Class One led by Mu Xi. "I won't bully the young with age, but if I find out that you dare provoke my students again, I'll beat up your homeroom teacher."

Long Hengxu snapped, "Teacher Wu, watch yourself."

Wu Zhangkong said coldly, "Beat me, and I'll watch myself." With that, he took Nan Fusheng by one hand and Tang Wulin by the other, leading them straight out of the Teaching Affairs Office.

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Teacher Wu, did you forget there's still someone here? Glancing at Long Hengxu's flushed face, Xie Xie had no desire to stay and be caught in the blast of Long Hengxu's anger. He immediately followed Wu Zhangkong out.

"You..." Long Hengxu rose to his feet in fury, wanting to stop him. But when he recalled what Wu Zhangkong had once done in the Advanced Division, he ultimately could not summon the courage to do so. That guy was a complete madman.

"You lot! Each of you will receive a warning! Bullying the young with age—what a talent!" The enraged Teaching Affairs Director vented all his anger on the students of Grade Five Class One.