Class Promotion Tournament Postponed

After the match ended, Wu Zhangkong looked at the four of them as they stepped down from the Competition Stage. He merely swept his gaze over them without commenting on their performance, then headed toward the dormitory buildings.

"Is Teacher Wu satisfied with us or not?" Xie Xie asked Tang Wulin doubtfully.

Tang Wulin shrugged. "How would I know? But he's probably letting us reflect on it ourselves."

Gu Yue nodded. "We shouldn't have taken the initiative to attack. When Ito Makoto disappeared just now, our first reaction was to attack the Gu Brothers instead of guarding against Ito Makoto's sneak attack.

"If we had kept defending on the ground, the three in the air would have had no choice but to make a move. They would naturally have entered our attack range. Once they came down, they wouldn't have had any chance at all.

"If they were determined to flee with their flying Martial Souls, there would have been nothing we could do. But in a match like this, they had no chance.

"But Ito Makoto was different. If he had taken the opportunity to launch a sneak attack, he might have eliminated one of us. We can't be so impulsive next time."

Xie Xie turned to Tang Wulin beside him. "Wulin, she said you were impulsive. I'm not trying to stir things up, but I don't know what kind of temper you have. If she said that about me, I wouldn't be able to stand it."

Tang Wulin sincerely said to Gu Yue, "It was our first time facing flying Soul Masters. I really was impulsive back then. Sorry!"

Xie Xie stared at him in surprise. "Hey, isn't your temper a little too good? She criticized you, and you're apologizing?"

Gu Yue burst into laughter. "Trying to drive a wedge between us won't work. On a smaller scale, this is called correcting your mistakes once you recognize them. On a larger scale, it's called gentlemanly conduct. Do you think everyone is as petty as you? Wulin, I'll treat you to a Grade A Meal tonight. But only one serving."

Tang Wulin smiled. "Sure! Even a fly is still meat. Let's go. I'm hungry."

Nan Fusheng quietly watched the three of them fool around. After yesterday's match, the three of them had gone out together, and their relationship seemed to have become much more harmonious.

At the very least, Gu Yue no longer looked at Xie Xie as though he were trash. The two still bickered, but it was more like playful banter between friends.

After dinner, Xie Xie suggested going outside the academy to have some fun again, but Nan Fusheng and Tang Wulin both rejected him outright. Tang Wulin's reason was simple: he needed to cultivate.

Nan Fusheng had just begun meditating when he saw Wang Ba and two others rush in. "This is bad, this is bad! Fusheng, hurry and go take a look! A group of people has blocked the entrance to our academy. They seem pretty important. And they're holding photos of Tang Wulin, Xie Xie, and Gu Yue, demanding that the academy hand them over."

Nan Fusheng raised an eyebrow. "Ignore them. They'll be fine." With that, Nan Fusheng ignored Wang Ba and the others and continued cultivating.

Early the next morning, Nan Fusheng went straight to the cafeteria for breakfast. However, he noticed that Tang Wulin seemed to have something weighing on his mind.

Xie Xie, on the other hand, was full of energy as he chatted with Tang Wulin. When he saw Nan Fusheng, he immediately waggled his eyebrows. "Fusheng, you definitely don't know what happened yesterday, do you?"

"What happened? Are you talking about Teacher Wu displaying his might and beating Guang Biao, captain of the Eastsea City Mecha Brigade, black and blue?"

"How did you know?" Xie Xie said in shock.

"The whole academy knows about it. How did you guys provoke them?" Nan Fusheng rolled his eyes.

"Oh, right. But we didn't provoke him. We provoked his younger brother." At the mention of this, Xie Xie became indignant and began describing how vile Guang Biao's younger brother, Guang Long, was—bullying men and women, committing every evil imaginable—and how they had fought bitterly to defeat him. Finally, he added,

"But you definitely didn't see Teacher Wu fight in person. He only used two swords to defeat Guang Biao, who was also a six-ringed Soul Emperor."

Kid, not only did I see how your Teacher Wu defeated him, I even experienced it firsthand. Nan Fusheng did not respond to Xie Xie aloud, merely thinking to himself.

He had personally experienced yesterday's battle between Wu Zhangkong and Guang Biao through the Worm of Time parasitizing Wu Zhangkong. Naturally, he did not tell Xie Xie any of that.

Eating, studying, the Class Promotion Tournament—Nan Fusheng's day passed just like that.

However, Nan Fusheng noticed that Tang Wulin and the other two were pointed at and discussed far more often that day, naturally because of yesterday's incident at the academy gates.

What puzzled many people was that Tang Wulin and the others received no punishment from the academy. Everything continued as usual, as though nothing had happened.

Even more students came to watch Wu Zhangkong, and many teachers joined them as well. Yesterday's battle had raised the cold and aloof male idol's reputation within the academy to another level. He was no longer merely the girls' idol, but the idol of the entire academy.

Wu Zhangkong himself, however, had no reaction to any of it and remained as he always was.

In the after-school match against Grade 1 Class 2, Nan Fusheng, Tang Wulin, Gu Yue, and Xie Xie did not need to expend much effort. The opposing side had only one Soul Master with a yellow Hundred-Year Soul Ring. They had no way to deal with the four's coordination, and with Gu Yue's fire support, Xie Xie easily crushed them.

Three battles, three victories. Together with the uproar caused by yesterday's gate-blocking incident, Grade 1 Class 5 had finally become the center of attention.

Tomorrow was a rest day. After it, they would face the moment of challenging Grade 1 Class 1. The top class of every grade was completely different from the other classes, because it gathered the most outstanding geniuses of that year. At least in the past twenty years, Eastsea Academy had never seen a Grade 1 Class 1 defeated by a lower-ranked class in the Class Promotion Tournament.

On the rest day, Tang Wulin and the other two invited Nan Fusheng to visit Eastsea Museum with them, but Nan Fusheng still claimed he had matters to attend to and declined.

After the three left, Nan Fusheng watched their retreating backs. "Is Tang Wulin's Golden Dragon King Bloodline finally about to break through the first seal?"

Eastsea Museum was jointly hosting the auction house of Eastsea City.

Although Nan Fusheng had not been in Eastsea City for long, he had used the Worm of Time's ability to Steal dreams to obtain quite a bit of intelligence from some teachers, including the distribution of various forces in Eastsea City and the auction house's exact location.

That was right. Nan Fusheng had finally made a move against the teachers as well. After discovering that even parasitizing a Soul Emperor would not be detected, he recalled the Worms of Time from the senior students.

He then had them parasitize some teachers. Eastsea Academy required its teachers to possess at least the cultivation of a four-ringed Soul Ancestor. Weren't they better than those students? Still, he only casually chose one or two to parasitize. After all, he now had Wu Zhangkong, a "Soul Emperor"-level power bank.

But he could not keep drawing from Wu Zhangkong all the time. He had to switch people occasionally. After all, in a sense, Wu Zhangkong was also their backer.

"If I remember correctly, a week-long powerful typhoon is about to come next, causing the Class Promotion Tournament to be suspended and giving Tang Wulin time to gather the spiritual treasures needed to break through the Golden Dragon King Seal. I wonder whether Ah Yin and her husband arranged this."

Nan Fusheng thought about many things, but ultimately decided to cultivate first. Only with sufficient personal strength would he have the ability to seek opportunities.

Sure enough, as evening approached, the academy's broadcast suddenly sounded.

"Attention, teachers and students. Attention, teachers and students. An emergency announcement will now be broadcast. We have received a notice from the meteorological department that a severe tropical storm will strike tonight. This powerful typhoon is expected to last for more than a week. Therefore, over the coming week, students are requested not to leave the academy without cause. All classes are suspended. Please remain in your dormitories and wait. The Class Promotion Tournament is suspended and will resume after the typhoon passes."