Xie Xie: Fried Fish! This is Definitely Fried Fish!

All eyes in the room converged upon the three of them.

The homeroom teacher also revealed a hint of awkwardness, not expecting that someone in the class would actually know the new transfer student, and that their relationship seemed rather poor.

Just as she was fretting over what to do next, Tang Heng suddenly spoke up:

"Teacher, we won't delay your lesson any further."

"Let's go, Wulin, there happen to be two empty seats over there."

Tang Heng smiled and led Wulin to sit behind Xie Xie.

The seat by the window, the hometown of kings.

The homeroom teacher breathed a sigh of relief and began to have the students introduce themselves one by one.

"My name is Li Ziyi, level nine, Martial Soul Tiger Demon Cat, agility-type Soul Master."

"My name is Huang Yi, level eleven, Martial Soul Mud Swamp Shrimp, power-type Soul Grand Master!"

"My name is Huang Er, Martial Soul..."

When it came to Huang San, Tang Heng, sitting below the podium, couldn't help but twitch.

Huang Yi, Huang Er, Huang San, and all with the same Martial Soul—could these be the legendary Huang Family Three Ghosts?

"Brother, it's that rude kid from the station!"

Tang Wulin recognized Xie Xie; he had been there at the time and clearly heard Xie Xie mocking their family.

"Mm, ignore him."

Sitting behind them, Xie Xie naturally heard everything clearly and couldn't help but mutter softly:

"Tsk, I was just telling the truth."

He had originally wanted to retort, but considering the circumstances, he wasn't the type of foolish, spoiled brat to act recklessly.

Anyone capable of riding in the Saint Craftsman's private vehicle must have some extraordinary qualities.

Although he was annoyed, there was no need to bring unnecessary trouble upon his family.

Soon it was Xie Xie's turn. At the teacher's prompting, he stood up reluctantly, hands in his pockets, looking like a cool, detached youth:

"Xie Xie, Martial Soul Light Dragon Dagger, level thirteen agility-type Battle Soul Grand Master."

After the brief introduction, the whole class began to whisper, as Xie Xie's Soul Power Level was already the highest among his classmates.

Finally, the self-introduction segment reached the Tang brothers.

The first was Tang Wulin.

"Hello everyone, my name is Tang Wulin, Martial Soul Blue Silver Grass, level nine control-type Battle Soul Master!"

Tang Wulin was a bit nervous, finishing his words stumblingly before sitting back down in his seat.

"Blue Silver Grass? Isn't that a trash Martial Soul?"

"How did he get into Class One? Did he pull some strings?"

The other students in the class gossiped incessantly, as Blue Silver Grass was universally recognized across the continent as a trash Martial Soul (this was a fact).

The corners of Xie Xie's mouth curled up slightly. He had thought this was some genius youth worthy of the appreciation of Chairman Mu Chen.

He hadn't expected a little nobody. It seemed what he saw yesterday was just a coincidence, or perhaps these two brothers were the illegitimate sons of Chairman Mu?

Tang Wulin listened to the surrounding discussions and suspicions, his body trembling slightly.

Even though he had mentally prepared himself, whenever people learned he had a Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul, they always cast looks of disdain his way.

Damn it, why isn't my Martial Soul the Low-Level Dragon Beast inside me, but this accursed Blue Silver Grass!

He must have inherited the Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul from an elder in his family; his luck was simply too poor.

Suddenly, a warm, large hand pressed gently onto his shoulder.

The words that reached his ears made Tang Wulin feel inexplicably at ease, as if he were bathing in the spring sunshine.

"You are my younger brother; show some confidence."

With that, Tang Heng stood up.

Xie Xie turned around, looking at him with a provocative gaze, seemingly waiting for the next Blue Silver Grass to appear.

The other students felt the same; after all, if the younger brother was Blue Silver Grass, how good could the older brother's Martial Soul be?

"Tang Heng, level twenty-one Battle Soul Grand Master, Martial Soul Golden Dragon."

Xie Xie was instantly dumbfounded. How could there be such a huge gap between the two brothers?

Were they not born of the same mother, or perhaps not sired by the same father?

He was a smurf, this guy was just here to smurf!

"Seven years old, a Soul Grand Master? How is this even possible?"

"Even with Innate Full Soul Power, it's impossible to cultivate nine levels in a year. What kind of heaven-defying treasures did he eat?"

The classroom instantly erupted into chaos, with everyone's eyes filled with shock and disbelief.

Tang Wulin puffed out his chest with pride, looking at the chattering classmates; if he were to reveal his brother's true cultivation level, he reckoned their reactions would be even more amusing than they were now.

Because he had secretly asked him that morning.

His brother was now a genuine Soul Elder, with thirty-one levels of soul power—two levels higher than even their homeroom teacher, Lan Ruobing.

At this moment, Lan Ruobing on the podium finally snapped back to reality, raising a hand to quiet the classroom before speaking softly to Tang Heng:

"Tang, Tang Heng, please take your seat."

The first day of pleasant school life passed quickly. As soon as the dismissal bell rang, quite a few young girls swarmed over, wanting to get Tang Heng's contact information.

You could call the people of the Douluo Continent foolish, or you could say they were all hopeless romantics.

But very few of the girls were unattractive; even the average ones would be considered above-average by the standards of his past life.

Not to mention they were all just young girls, at the age of budding flowers.

Tang Heng took a deep breath, warning himself that he already had Na'er and that a man could not be fickle!

"Li Qing'er, right? You're really cute. If you're free later, we can go shopping together."

Tang Wulin followed behind his brother, watching the young girl beside Tang Heng nod and run away shyly, and couldn't help but remind him: "Brother, aren't you afraid Na'er will get angry?"

Tang Heng spoke with a straight face, yet couldn't help but chuckle: "Na'er is very sensible. At worst, I'll just buy her some chicken cartilage when I get back~"

"Is that really okay... You can brush Na'er off with chicken cartilage, but what about me..."

"Hm? What did you say?"

"N-nothing!"

Soon, the two brothers arrived at the door of their dormitory.

As soon as they entered, they saw Xie Xie sitting on the lower bunk on the right.

"Yo, what a coincidence."

"Ha, haha, y-yeah, that's right." Xie Xie scratched his head, offering a cheeky, awkward laugh.

"Judging by your reaction this morning, you seem to look down on my younger brother?"

Tang Heng sat down and placed a hand on Xie Xie's shoulder, wearing an amiable and kind expression.

Xie Xie felt his heart tighten, and he smiled obsequiously: "How could that be? You must have misread the situation, Boss."

"As long as that's not the case. Since you called me Big Brother, what should you call my younger brother?"

"S-Second Brother, hello."

Xie Xie felt bitter inside; he was actually calling a soul master with a Blue Silver Grass martial soul 'brother'—he had truly disgraced the ancestors of the Xie Family.

Tang Wulin clenched his fists, then slowly relaxed them.

"I don't want you to call me Second Brother. Let's have a match; whoever wins is the second-in-command."

Xie Xie was stunned. Was he kidding?

A mere Blue Silver Grass was no match for him at all; this kid Tang Wulin was just a pure hothead.

Tang Heng smiled and spoke up: "Alright, as expected of my brother, full of confidence!"

"Go ahead and have a match. I'll be the referee."

"Fine, since you've spoken, Boss." Xie Xie put away his previous playfulness and returned to his cool expression from before. "Even if I let you use one hand and don't use any soul skills, there is absolutely no way I will lose to you!"

Why did that sound so familiar? It felt like he had heard it somewhere before.

It seemed someone was about to fall victim to the law of "true fragrance."

Half an hour later, Xie Xie returned to the dormitory, beaten black and blue, and bowed ninety degrees to Tang Wulin:

"Second Brother, hello!"

Tang Wulin nodded and said with a smile: "From now on, you're the little brother to me and my big brother. We'll have your back!"

Looking at Xie Xie's pig-head appearance, Tang Heng couldn't help but laugh inwardly.

With the Gold Dragon King bloodline suppression, plus his own early training, Tang Wulin now had over fifteen hundred jin of strength with one hand even without using soul power; beating up an agility-type soul master was just child's play, wasn't it?

To this, Xie Xie could only express that he was crying without tears.

Coach, I'm reporting this! These two are teaming up to bully the newbies!