The Arrogant God Wu Changkong, Xie Xie's Dragon-Backed Hamster Form

The morning light of the next day's opening ceremony was somewhat dazzling, and the square was filled with new students dressed in school uniforms.

Because they were on the taller side, Yun Linchen and Tang Wulin were arranged in the back row, where the two huddled together to chat in low voices.

It wasn't until the principal cleared his throat and read a string of names from a list: "Yun Linchen, Tang Wulin, Xie Xie, Zhou Changxi... those whose names have been called, step forward and follow your homeroom teacher back to the classroom."

After the twenty names were read, a group of boys and girls with drooping heads walked out of the ranks, forming a crooked line as they stood in the center of the square.

The homeroom teacher for Class 5 walked up; it was none other than Wu Changkong. His gaze swept over the line, and when he saw Linchen and Tang Wulin, his brows furrowed imperceptibly before he spoke coldly: "Follow me back to the classroom."

Returning to the classroom, everyone took their seats in order. Yun Linchen, Tang Wulin, and Xie Xie somehow ended up together, occupying the seats by the window in the back row.

Xie Xie was still rubbing his swollen face, looking listless, while Tang Wulin curiously sized up the Class 5 classroom. Linchen leaned back in his chair, his azure-glass eyes devoid of any ripples.

Wu Changkong walked behind the podium, his gaze sweeping over the entire class, his tone as cold as ice: "My name is Wu Changkong. For the next six years, you will all be my students."

As his voice fell, the noisy classroom became so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.

"We will now begin self-introductions, starting from the first row."

The students in front stood up one by one, reporting their names and Martial Souls, their voices tinged with nervousness. When it was Xie Xie's turn, he stood up sluggishly and mumbled: "Xie Xie, Agility Attack System, Twin Martial Souls."

Wu Changkong's gaze paused on him, but he said nothing, merely stating coldly: "Next."

When it was Tang Wulin's turn, the students couldn't help but laugh in unison upon hearing that his Martial Soul was Blue Silver Grass.

Finally, it was Linchen's turn. He stood up, his posture tall and straight, his voice calm: "Before you mock others, weigh whether you yourselves are trash. It's bad enough that some people are trash, but to mock others on top of that?"

The laughter ceased abruptly. Wu Changkong raised an eyebrow, showing a hint of interest in Linchen.

Linchen then added: "Yun Linchen, Power Attack System, Martial Soul Azure Dragon."

After everyone had finished introducing themselves, Wu Changkong's voice clearly reached everyone's ears.

"Classes officially begin tomorrow. I will state one thing first: my teaching method is different from other classrooms. If you fear hardship, fatigue, or pain, then transfer schools or find a way to switch to another class."

As his words fell, Wu Changkong strode out of the classroom with his long legs.

Linchen pulled Tang Wulin to head out, but just as they stood up, Xie Xie blocked their path, his face still half-swollen as he stuck out his neck and said: "Linchen, I'm not convinced! Let's fight again!"

Linchen stopped, his azure-glass pupils holding a hint of playfulness as he glanced at him indifferently: "Why should I fight you?"

Xie Xie was choked by the question, his face turning bright red: "I—I just don't accept this! Do you dare?"

Linchen thought to himself: This Xie Xie, could it be that I beat some strange attribute into him yesterday?

Changing his tone, he looked at Xie Xie and raised an eyebrow: "If you want to fight, then I will reluctantly discipline you."

Xie Xie's eyes lit up, though he felt a bit suspicious, sensing that Linchen's words sounded a bit strange: "Let's go to the park; there are fewer people there."

"Fine." Linchen nodded, then patted Tang Wulin on the shoulder: "What are you still standing there for? Let's go."

The three walked out of the classroom one after another, heading toward the small woods behind the academy.

Sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting mottled shadows. Xie Xie walked in front, his back radiating a sense of stubbornness, while Linchen and Tang Wulin followed behind, speaking in low voices.

"Brother Linchen, are we really going to fight him?" Tang Wulin asked curiously.

"Mm." Linchen nodded: "I've never seen a request like this before. It's just a spar, nothing to worry about."

Deep in the woods, Xie Xie stopped and turned around, looking at Linchen with a serious expression: "Come! I won't be careless this time!"

Three purple, thousand-year Spirit Rings rose slowly from beneath Linchen's feet. As the light swirled, an overbearing Azure Dragon pressure rushed toward them.

Xie Xie's hands, gripping the Light Dragon Dagger and Shadow Dragon Dagger, trembled slightly.

The radiance of his Twin Martial Souls lit up his palms, and the spirit power of the Agility Attack System made his movements increasingly nimble, yet under this pressure, even breathing became difficult.

"Thousand-year Spirit Rings? Impossible, you're only nine years old, how could you have three thousand-year Spirit Rings?" Xie Xie was incredulous.

Linchen raised his eyes, his tone calm and waveless: "What's wrong? We are the same age. I didn't intend to use overwhelming force, but are you scared?"

"Who—who's scared!" Xie Xie gritted his teeth, his first spirit ring lighting up as he rushed toward Linchen.

Linchen stood where he was, not even moving a step.

A bolt of azure lightning burst from his palm; though it lacked lethal power, it carried a potent paralyzing effect, landing precisely on Xie Xie.

The electric current instantly coursed through Xie Xie's entire body, his movements freezing abruptly, leaving him looking like a cat struck by lightning.

"Ugh—ah!" Xie Xie let out a muffled groan, his body twitching uncontrollably. His face, already flushed from the charge, turned an unnatural shade under the stimulation of the lightning.

Linchen retracted the lightning, looking at his disheveled and comical appearance, a smile appearing in his glass-like eyes: "What's wrong? Not charging anymore?"

Tang Wulin, standing to the side, quickly stepped forward to support the wobbling Xie Xie, asking with concern: "Xie Xie, are you alright?"

"I'm fine." Xie Xie gritted his teeth, struggling to stand steady, but his legs couldn't stop shaking, leaving him both angry and embarrassed.

Seeing his hair standing on end, his face flushed red, and his body numb, Tang Wulin couldn't help but laugh out loud, then quickly covered his mouth: "Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean to."

Xie Xie glanced at Tang Wulin, lacking even the strength to retort, and could only glare helplessly at Linchen: "You just wait, next time I definitely will..."

"Next time?" Linchen raised an eyebrow: "You should first think about how to dodge my lightning."

Xie Xie was left speechless, and could only hang his head, allowing Tang Wulin to support him as they walked out of the park step by step.

Linchen patted Xie Xie on the shoulder: "Let's go eat; my treat."

Hearing that Linchen was paying, Tang Wulin's eyes lit up instantly: "Let's go, let's go eat, I'm starving."

At the dining table, Xie Xie was stunned by Tang Wulin's appetite, though he didn't pay it much mind.

Xie Xie shoveled rice into his mouth; as the saying goes, one often makes friends through a fight, and the relationship between them had become quite harmonious.

He spoke up, "I say, Lin Chen, you were way too ruthless earlier. My arm is still a bit numb."

Lin Chen picked up a piece of meat and replied indifferently, "Who told you to come looking for a shock yourself?"

Tang Wulin laughed to smooth things over, "Xie Xie, Brother Lin Chen didn't use his full strength; he knew his limits. Look, you aren't even injured, are you?"

Xie Xie snorted, but he didn't complain further. After taking a few more bites of rice, he suddenly remembered something, looked up at Lin Chen, and asked, "Right, you said earlier that you came from Shrek City? Then why didn't you go to Shrek Academy instead of coming to Eastsea Academy?"

When these words were spoken, Lin Chen fell silent. A trace of sorrow flickered in his eyes, and he did not speak.

"Na'er, will you be coming to Eastsea Academy?"