Everyone's eyes converged on the three of them.
The homeroom teacher looked a little awkward, too. She hadn't expected anyone in the class to know the new transfer student—and apparently, they weren't on good terms.
Just as she was fretting over what to do next, Tang Heng suddenly spoke up:
"Teacher, we won't hold up your lesson."
"Come on, Wulin. There are two empty seats over there."
Tang Heng smiled and led Wulin to the seats behind Xie Xie.
A seat by the window, in the king's hometown.
The homeroom teacher breathed a sigh of relief and began calling on the students one by one to introduce themselves.
"My name is Li Ziyi. I'm at Soul Power Level nine, my Martial Soul is a Tiger Demon Cat, and I'm an Agility Attack System Soul Scholar."
"My name is Huang Yi. I'm at Soul Power Level eleven, my Martial Soul is a Mud Swamp Shrimp, and I'm a Power Attack System Soul Master!"
"My name is Huang Er. My Martial Soul is..."
When she got to Huang San, Tang Heng, sitting below, nearly lost it.
Huang Yi, Huang Er, Huang San, and all with the same Martial Soul. Were these the legendary Huang Family Three Ghosts?
"Brother, that's the rude boy from the station!"
Tang Wulin recognized Xie Xie. He'd been there at the time and had clearly heard Xie Xie mock their family.
"Mm. Ignore him."
Sitting behind them, Xie Xie heard every word and couldn't help muttering under his breath:
"Honestly, I was just telling the truth."
He'd been about to fire back, but remembering the situation back then, he knew better than to act like some brainless young master.
The other boy had ridden in Saint Craftsman Mu Chen's private carriage. He had to have something special about him.
Even if Xie Xie was unhappy, there was no need to bring unnecessary trouble down on his family.
Soon it was Xie Xie's turn. At the teacher's call, he stood up reluctantly, hands in his pockets, looking every bit the cool young man.
"Xie Xie. My Martial Soul is the Light Dragon Dagger. I'm at Soul Power Level thirteen, an Agility Attack System Battle Spirit Master."
After his brief introduction, the whole class began whispering. Xie Xie had the highest Soul Power Level among the students.
At last, it was the Tang brothers' turn to introduce themselves.
Tang Wulin went first.
"Hello, everyone. My name is Tang Wulin. My Martial Soul is Blue Silver Grass, and I'm a Level-nine Control System Battle Spirit Master!"
Tang Wulin was nervous and stumbled through his introduction before sitting back down.
"Blue Silver Grass? Isn't that a Trash Martial Soul?"
"How did he get into our class? Did he pull strings?"
The other students began gossiping. Blue Silver Grass was widely acknowledged across the continent as a Trash Martial Soul—and that was a fact.
Xie Xie's lips curled slightly. He'd thought this was some kind of genius young man, someone Chairman Mu Chen admired.
He hadn't expected him to be a little scumbag. Yesterday's encounter must have been a fluke. Or were the two brothers Chairman Mu's illegitimate sons?
Listening to the whispers and speculation around him, Tang Wulin couldn't stop himself from trembling.
He'd known this might happen, but whenever people found out his Martial Soul was Blue Silver Grass, they always looked at him with disdain.
Damn it! Why wasn't the Martial Soul inside me that Low-Level Dragon Beast? Why did it have to be this wretched Blue Silver Grass?
He must have awakened Blue Silver Grass because an elder in his family had the same Martial Soul. He'd just drawn the short straw.
Suddenly, a warm hand gently settled on his shoulder.
The words whispered beside him made Tang Wulin feel inexplicably at ease, as though he were bathing in the spring sunshine.
"You're my little brother. Show some confidence."
With that, Tang Heng stood up.
Xie Xie turned around and looked at him provocatively, as if expecting another Blue Silver Grass to show up.
The other students thought the same. If the younger brother had Blue Silver Grass, how good could the older brother's Martial Soul be?
"Tang Heng. Level twenty-one Battle Soul Master. My Martial Soul is the Golden Dragon."
Xie Xie was dumbfounded. How could there be such a huge difference between the brothers?
Had they been born to different mothers—or did they have different fathers?
Smurfing! This guy had come here to smurf!
"Seven years old, and already a Soul Grandmaster? No, how is that possible?"
"Even with Innate Full Soul Power, you couldn't gain nine levels in a year. What kind of heavenly treasures did he eat?"
The classroom erupted into a clamor. Everyone's eyes were filled with shock and disbelief.
Tang Wulin puffed out his chest proudly and looked at his classmates, who were whispering among themselves. If he told them his brother's true cultivation level, their reaction would probably be even more entertaining.
He'd secretly asked his brother that morning.
His brother was now a bona fide Soul Elder with Soul Power Level thirty-one, two levels higher than their homeroom teacher, Lan Ruobing.
Lan Ruobing, standing at the lectern, also came back to her senses. She raised a hand to quiet the class, then said to Tang Heng:
"T-Tang Heng, please sit down."
The first day of school passed in high spirits. As soon as the dismissal bell rang, several girls gathered around, hoping to get Tang Heng's contact information.
You could call the people of Douluo Continent foolish, or you could say they were all hopeless romantics.
But there were hardly any girls who weren't pretty. Even an ordinary girl would have been considered above average in his previous life.
Besides, they were all young girls, in the bloom of youth.
Tang Heng drew a deep breath and reminded himself that he already had Na'er. A man couldn't divide his heart between two people!
"Li Qing'er, right? You're really cute. We should go shopping together sometime."
Tang Wulin followed his brother. He watched the girl beside Tang Heng nod, then blush and hurry away. He couldn't help reminding him, "Brother, aren't you afraid Na'er will get angry?"
Tang Heng answered with a perfectly straight face, though he couldn't hold back a laugh. "Na'er's very understanding. Besides, I can always buy her some Chicken Cartilage when we get back~"
"Will that really work...? You can win Na'er over with Chicken Cartilage, but what about me...?"
"Hmm? What did you say?"
"N-Nothing!"
Soon, the two brothers arrived at the dormitory.
As soon as they entered, they saw Xie Xie sitting on the lower bunk to the right.
"Well, what a coincidence."
"Ha, haha. Y-yeah, it sure is." Xie Xie scratched his head and gave an awkward, obsequious laugh.
"Judging by your reaction this morning, you seemed to look down on my little brother."
Tang Heng sat down and draped an arm over Xie Xie's shoulder, wearing a kindly smile.
Xie Xie's heart tightened. He plastered on a grin. "That's not true, big brother. You must have mistaken me for someone else."
"Good. Since you call me big brother, what should you call my little brother?"
"B-Big brother."
Xie Xie was miserable. He couldn't believe he was calling a Soul Master with a Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul his big brother. He'd disgraced the ancestors of the Xie Family.
Tang Wulin clenched his fists, then slowly relaxed them.
"I don't want you calling me big brother. Let's have a match. Whoever wins gets to be the older brother."
Xie Xie froze. Was he kidding?
A mere Blue Silver Grass user wasn't his opponent. Tang Wulin was just a reckless fool.
Tang Heng only smiled and said, "All right! That's my little brother—confident!"
"Go on, have your match. I'll be the referee."
"Fine. Since you say so, big brother." Xie Xie dropped his playful act and returned to his usual cool demeanor. "Even if I let you have one hand and don't use my Soul Skill, I still won't lose to you!"
Why did that sound so familiar? Hadn't he heard it somewhere before?
Looks like someone was about to eat his words.
Half an hour later, Xie Xie returned to the dormitory with a bruised and swollen face. He bowed ninety degrees to Tang Wulin.
"Big brother!"
Tang Wulin nodded and said with a smile, "From now on, you're my little brother and my brother's little brother. We'll look after you!"
Looking at Xie Xie's pig-faced appearance, Tang Heng couldn't help laughing to himself.
With the Golden Dragon King Bloodline suppressing him, on top of all the training he'd done ahead of time, Tang Wulin could now lift more than fifteen hundred pounds with one hand without using Soul Power. Beating up an Agility Attack System guy like you was child's play.
Xie Xie could only say he wanted to cry but had no tears.
Coach, I'm reporting these two—they're queued up together and smurfing!
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