Call Me Uncle!

Zhuo Shi turned around and looked at his four grand-disciples behind him.

The four little ones looked at him timidly.

Zhuo Shi's gaze swept across their faces, finally settling on Yun Jingheng.

He reached out and ruffled Yun Jingheng's hair. "You guys know this kid?"

Tang Wulin nodded, "I know him. We met during the Sky Sea Grand Competition, and then we exchanged contact information."

Zhuo Shi snorted, "Seen him? Do you know what his relationship is with you?"

Xie Xie paused for a moment, then scratched his head. "What kind of relationship? If you insist... are we friends?"

Zhuo Shi looked at Yun Jingheng and asked, "Didn't you tell them what you called me?"

Yun Jingheng's lips twitched slightly. "... Grandpa Zhuo."

Zhuo Shi nodded, then looked at Tang Wulin.

"Did you hear that? He called me grandpa. He's from the same generation as your teacher, Yun Jingheng's dad is from the same generation as me."

He paused, his tone suddenly becoming somewhat subtle, "By seniority, he should call me uncle. But he's been calling me grandfather since he was little, it's just a habit, and I'm happy to hear it."

He glanced down at Yun Jingheng. "Right?"

Yun Jingheng replied expressionlessly, "Hmm."

Zhuo Shi withdrew his gaze and looked at the four students in Class Zero. "So, he is your senior uncle. Not your peer, but your elder."

Xie Xie's mouth opened.

Xu Xiaoyan's eyes widened.

Gu Yue's lips twitched.

... Is he older than me to be my senior martial uncle?

Tang Wulin was taken aback, looked at Yun Jingheng, then at Zhuo Shi, "... Uncle-Master?"

Zhuo Shi nodded, "Uncle-Master."

Tang Wulin paused for a moment, then turned to Yun Jingheng and called out earnestly.

"Uncle-Master."

Yun Jingheng's face darkened. "... You don't need to call me that."

Zhuo Shi slapped him, "Why don't you use it? The seniority can't be messed up. You are the disciple of all the elders of the Sea God Pavilion."

He then looked at Xie Xie, Xu Xiaoyan, and Gu Yue, "You too, call them 'Shishu' (junior uncles)."

Xie Xie opened his mouth, looked at Yun Jingheng, then at Zhuo Shi, and finally whispered, "Uncle-Master."

Xu Xiaoyan lowered her head, her ears were red, and her voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz, "Uncle-Master..."

Gu Yue stared intently at Yun Jingheng, remaining silent for a second.

"Uncle-Master." The voice was calm, but it carried a hint of gritted teeth.

Yun Jingheng took a deep breath and glanced at Zhuo Shi.

Zhuo Shi looked on with an air of self-righteousness.

He withdrew his gaze and looked at the four students in Class Zero. "... Hmm."

He responded with a soft but clear voice.

Zhuo Shi nodded in satisfaction, then turned around to look at Wu Zhangkong and Shen Yi standing to the side.

He pointed at Wu Zhangkong and said, "Jing Heng, call him Senior Brother."

Yun Jingheng glanced at Wu Zhangkong.

Wu Zhangkong also looked at him, her long blue hair hanging down her shoulders, her face expressionless, but her eyes were still a little red.

Yun Jingheng paused for a second, then said, "Senior brother."

Wu Zhangkong nodded without saying anything, but the corners of his mouth curved slightly.

Zhuo Shi then pointed at Shen Yi, "Call her Senior Sister."

Yun Jingheng looked at Shen Yi.

Shen Yi stood next to Wu Zhangkong, his eyes crinkling with laughter.

"Senior sister."

Shen Yi smiled even wider, "Hey, good junior brother."

Yun Jingheng's lips twitched.

Zhuo Shi clapped his hands, as if he had accomplished a great task. "Alright, the seniority is all sorted out now. From now on, if you need anything at the academy, you can ask your senior brothers and sisters, or you can ask me."

He glanced at Yun Jingheng, "Don't keep it to yourself."

Yun Jingheng nodded, "Okay."

The Zhuo Shi turned and left.

"I'll say it again, bring them for the assessment tomorrow. Don't be late."

Wu Zhangkong bowed his head. "Yes."

Zhuo Shi waved his hand and left.

The setting sun cast a long shadow on his back, which gradually disappeared around the corner of the corridor.

Wu Zhangkong stood there, watching that figure from behind for a while.

Then he turned around and looked at Yun Jingheng. "Thank you," he said softly.

Yun Jingheng was taken aback for a moment, "No need, Senior Brother."

"Let's go, it's time to go back."

The four of them quickly followed.

As Gu Yue passed by Yun Jingheng, she stopped, looked at him, and said, "Uncle-Master~"

Her voice was faint, but the corners of her mouth curved slightly, so faintly that it was almost imperceptible.

Yun Jingheng looked at her, "Hey."

Ye Xinglan stood next to Yun Jingheng, arms crossed.

"In just a short while, you've gained four junior disciples, one senior brother, and one senior sister."

Yun Jingheng took the Soul Tool necklace out of his pocket and examined it from all angles.

"I didn't expect that either."

"And it seems you have to call me that too?"

"Ah?"

Yun Jingheng thought for a moment, "Hmm, that's right. Your master is Brother Lan, Brother Lan and Wu Zhangkong are of the same generation, and Wu Zhangkong is my senior brother, so you and Tang Wulin are of the same generation. In that case, what will you call me?"

Ye Xinglan fell silent.

"... Master Uncle."

Yun Jingheng smiled, his eyes crinkling, "Hey~!"

Ye Xinglan's face darkened slightly. "Don't be so smug."

"Hmph~"

He handed the Soul Tool necklace to Ye Xinglan, and the two walked towards the Inner Court.

"It can now be basically confirmed that Soul King and those below them are undetectable at close range unless one possesses high Divine Power."

"OK."

Yun Jingheng looked down at Ye Xinglan's necklace and remained silent for a full five seconds.

Then he raised his head, his gaze firm, a hint of unwavering seriousness on his lips.

Its full name is --

He took a deep breath.

"Ultimate, invincible, all-around divine sense sealing, soul breath returned to stillness, those below the Titled Douluo won't find me, even those above the Titled Douluo will have to put in some effort, Formless Void!"

Ye Xinglan stopped in her tracks.

She stood in the corridor, the setting sun casting its light on her face. Her expression shifted from calm to confusion, from confusion to silence, and from silence to "Are you sick?"

She looked at Yun Jingheng, and Yun Jingheng looked back at her, his face serious, not like he was joking.

"Say it again," Ye Xinglan said calmly.

Yun Jingheng opened his mouth.

"... Ultimate, invincible, all-around divine sense sealing, soul breath returning to stillness, those below the Titled Douluo won't find me, even those above the Titled Douluo will have to put in some effort, Formless Void."

He paused, then added, "In short... Void."

Ye Xinglan stared at him for three seconds, took a deep breath, and turned to continue walking.

"Whatever makes you happy." Her voice drifted over from the front, tinged with a hint of gritted teeth.

Yun Jingheng followed, "Don't you think it sounds beautiful?"

I don't think so.

"That's quite impressive."

"I don't feel anything."

"Look, you said the name you used last time didn't sound good, so this time I added even more words, showing more sincerity—"

"Yun Jingheng".

"Um?"

"Shut up."

"... oh."

The two walked down the corridor, the setting sun shining through the windows and casting its rays on the floor in a grid pattern.

Ye Xinglan walked very fast, her golden ponytail swinging back and forth behind her.

Yun Jingheng followed behind her, his pace neither too fast nor too slow.

"Xing Lan".

"What?"

"Since you call me 'Uncle-Master,' shouldn't I give you a red envelope?"

Ye Xinglan quickened her pace. "Yun Jingheng, can you shut up?"

Hehehe~