The Predestined Future?

For some reason, ever since meeting the Space-Time Dragon, Xie Xie's appetite had grown inexplicably large.

The snacks meant for Wu Zhangkong ended up mostly in his own stomach.

"Hic!"

Full and satisfied, Xie Xie rubbed his belly and leaned back comfortably in his chair.

Wu Zhangkong looked at the mess on the table, then glanced at her student, who was slumped like a noodle with a look of pure contentment, before finally deciding to clean it up herself.

Knock, knock.

The dormitory door was tapped lightly once more.

Wu Zhangkong stepped forward, her slender hand pulling the door open.

"Teacher Wu, it's me."

Standing outside the door was none other than Tang Wulin.

"What is it?" Wu Zhangkong leaned against the doorframe, her tone indifferent.

Tang Wulin gathered his thoughts before speaking: "Teacher Wu, it seems there is something wrong with my martial soul."

Xie Xie, who had been slumped in his chair, froze at the sound of Tang Wulin's voice and sat bolt upright.

His eyes swept quickly over Tang Wulin, then darted toward the empty plates on the floor that hadn't been cleared away yet—he couldn't let Tang Wulin catch him snacking!

Taking advantage of the moment Tang Wulin and Wu Zhangkong were talking, Xie Xie scrambled up and nimbly shoved all the empty plates into a drawer.

"...Come in."

Wu Zhangkong glanced at Tang Wulin and stepped aside to clear the doorway.

Tang Wulin nodded and walked into the dormitory, his gaze subconsciously sweeping the room, the faint scent of food still lingering in the air.

Turning his head, he caught sight of Xie Xie hurriedly sitting back down, looking rather guilty.

Seeing the food residue still at the corner of his mouth, Tang Wulin understood immediately; a hint of a smile rose in his eyes, though he didn't point it out.

"What kind of problem?" Wu Zhangkong asked straight to the point.

Tang Wulin withdrew his gaze and began to describe the anomalies of his Blue Silver Grass martial soul, the Golden Scale that had appeared out of nowhere during his first sparring match with Xie Xie, and his own guesses and deductions.

"Golden Scale?" Wu Zhangkong frowned.

Xie Xie listened from the side, feeling rather strange.

They hadn't encountered the Light Dragon incident this time, and his own Light Dragon Dagger hadn't further stimulated the Golden Dragon King bloodline.

He had assumed this would delay the awakening of Tang Wulin's Golden Dragon King bloodline.

But facts proved that some things would not deviate from their original trajectory just because they deliberately avoided them.

The Golden Dragon King bloodline within Tang Wulin was still stirring and awakening uncontrollably, and his Blue Silver Grass martial soul had developed abnormalities accordingly; everything was moving toward its destined outcome.

Xie Xie seemed to understand the meaning behind the Space-Time Dragon's words—

Even one as powerful as it could not change the established past and future.

"Xie Xie, try stabbing him. See if that situation happens again," Wu Zhangkong said, turning to Xie Xie.

"Got it!"

Xie Xie nimbly tapped the thumb of the left hand Tang Wulin extended.

Tang Wulin felt as if his fingertip had been bitten by an ant, and the burning sensation he had felt before followed.

Just like before, it felt as if he had been set ablaze; heat surged from his tailbone and spread throughout his entire body. Golden scales slowly emerged on his arm.

Wu Zhangkong raised a hand, and a sharp gust of air swept past; Tang Wulin's sleeve instantly shredded and fell away, revealing his entire arm.

Under the watchful eyes of Wu Zhangkong and Xie Xie, Tang Wulin's left hand gradually transformed into a golden dragon claw.

Wu Zhangkong frowned in thought for a moment before extending her hand.

"Try pulling my hand with force again."

Tang Wulin immediately gripped Wu Zhangkong's extended hand tightly, then veins bulged on his arm as he exerted force, pulling back violently.

Wu Zhangkong remained motionless, simply closing her eyes to feel it quietly.

Ten seconds later, she murmured, "Hmm... your strength has increased by at least three times."

"Alright, you can stop pulling."

However, Tang Wulin continued to pull back with all his might. "No! Teacher Wu, I won't give up!!"

Wu Zhangkong: "..."

Bam!

Wu Zhangkong punched Tang Wulin directly on the forehead.

Knocked to the ground, a large bump rose on Tang Wulin's head at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"When I tell you to let go, you let go."

Wu Zhangkong retracted her hand with an indifferent expression.

Watching Tang Wulin gradually recover, Wu Zhangkong crossed her arms and stated, "It doesn't look like Twin Martial Souls, nor does it look like Martial Soul Evolution. Martial Soul Fusion is also out of the question, as Xie Xie showed no changes. Therefore..."

"Therefore?"

Tang Wulin scrambled to his feet, asking with eyes full of anticipation.

Wu Zhangkong opened her eyes and said with a serious expression, "I don't know."

Tang Wulin: "..."

Xie Xie: "Pfft..."

Although Wu Zhangkong did not know what was happening either, she could assure Tang Wulin that this change was not a bad thing; on the contrary, it harbored immense power.

After resolving Tang Wulin's matter, she glanced at the drawer where the empty plates were hidden, then looked at Xie Xie, who still had crumbs on the corner of his mouth.

Wu Zhangkong spoke indifferently: "Xie Xie, you will come with me to the training ground for extra practice in a moment."

Xie Xie's face collapsed instantly, and he wailed, "Ah? Teacher Wu, that's a no-go!"

Wu Zhangkong remained completely unmoved, turning her head to look at Tang Wulin, "You come too. It's a good chance to test your current physical limits."

Tang Wulin froze for a moment, then nodded heavily.

For the next fifteen minutes, Xie Xie was whipped around by Wu Zhangkong like a spinning top until he was completely exhausted, at which point he was dragged back by Tang Wulin, half-dead.

At the same time as yesterday, after school in the afternoon, the Class Promotion Tournament arrived at the Intermediate Division playground.

Although there were still few spectators for the match between Class Five and Class Three, after yesterday's performance, quite a few teachers had begun to pay attention to the First Grade Class Five led by Wu Zhangkong.

Ye Yingrong, the homeroom teacher of First Grade Class Three, had arrived early, and the students of Class Three were lined up very neatly.

Standing at the very front of the class formation were three boys who looked exactly the same.

The only difference was the single strand of hair sticking up in the middle of their heads.

Every time he looked at these three, Xie Xie would have the illusion of seeing Di Renjie.

Ye Yingrong walked over with a smile on her face.

"Hello, Teacher Wu." She nodded gently toward Wu Zhangkong.

Ye Yingrong was quite a pretty young woman; her tight skirt accentuated her slender figure, and her wavy hair swayed gracefully, giving her a touch of charm as she walked.

Yet, even so, she was completely overshadowed when standing in front of Wu Zhangkong.

It was simply because Wu Zhangkong stood there quietly, possessing an aura like moonlight that made it impossible for people to look away.

"I am the homeroom teacher of Class Three, Ye Yingrong." Ye Yingrong spoke while suppressing the excitement in her heart.

It wasn't just her; almost all the female teachers and students in the entire academy were loyal fans of Wu Zhangkong.

"Hello." Wu Zhangkong only nodded indifferently, her tone calm and rippleless.

Ye Yingrong's gaze remained glued to Wu Zhangkong, her cheeks flushing slightly, and her tone softened involuntarily. "Teacher Wu is truly young and promising. Being able to lead Class Five so excellently is truly admirable."

Wu Zhangkong merely glanced at Ye Yingrong indifferently, offering no further response.

Her cold, clear gaze shifted directly to the triplets behind Ye Yingrong, as if, in her eyes, the triplets were more charming than Ye Yingrong.