Tang the God King Was Stunned-How Did My Son Become a Stalker? His First Meeting with Gu Yue [Two-in-One]

Tang Wulin had no idea what Buddha Tang was muttering in his mind.

At that moment, he was clutching his precious soul-guidance camera, standing stiff as a wooden post at the entrance to the upperclassmen's classroom building.

He figured the senior girls would be getting out of class soon. This was an important source of income for him.

As soon as the dismissal bell rang, a whole flock of senior girls poured out of the building.

At the head of the group were Ouyang Zixin and Liu Yuxin. Their eyes shone like searchlights as they immediately zeroed in on Tang Wulin at the entrance.

"Junior!" Ouyang Zixin's voice was a little sweet and syrupy. "Do you have them?"

Liu Yuxin stepped forward too, her eyes full of undisguised anticipation. "Right, right! The handsome shots of Junior Yao Chuan! Did you get them? Did you?"

Tang Wulin felt himself instantly surrounded by a crowd of senior girls radiating youthful hormones.

He took a deep breath, trying not to look like such an amateur peddler, and hurriedly pulled the camera's memory card out.

"Here they are, seniors. I took them according to your instructions. The angles are absolutely perfect."

"Wow! Fantastic!"

"Let me see!"

"Just look at that profile!"

The senior girls chattered excitedly as they passed the card around to copy the photos, then deftly pulled out Federal Coins and stuffed them into Tang Wulin's hands.

Tang Wulin accepted the money and rubbed its thickness between his fingers, his little mental abacus clacking away.

Mm, that should cover his food expenses for a while.

His face showed little expression, but he was quite pleased inside.

What was shameful about earning a living with his skills (taking secret photos) and supporting himself?

A worker had a worker's soul. There was nothing shameful about making money!

After counting the payment and confirming the amount was right, he said nothing more, tucked the soul-guidance camera against his chest, and hurried off toward the Blacksmith Association.

Making money was important, but he also had to keep up with his forging.

Deep within Tang Wulin's spiritual sea, a higher-dimensional being—the divine consciousness of God King Tang—was watching the scene with great interest.

Seeing his own son surrounded by a group of beautiful senior girls, Tang San's face, formed of spiritual energy, revealed a gratified smile like that of a proud father.

"Mm, not bad. Not bad."

"My son Wulin has a bit of his father's old flair."

"At such a young age, he already knows how to interact with the opposite sex..."

But before that bit of satisfaction had time to settle in, the senior girls' conversation with Tang Wulin rang clearly through his spiritual sea, and the smile on God King Tang's face froze on the spot.

"What? Taking... taking pictures?"

"And of that kid named Yao Chuan?!"

"Payment? All for a few Federal Coins?!"

The atmosphere in God King Tang's spiritual space plummeted to freezing.

The illusory face of Tang San first stiffened, then twisted, as though some invisible force of gravity had brutally crushed it.

An indescribable sense of absurdity and a vast gulf between expectation and reality nearly split the dignified God King's divine consciousness apart on the spot.

"Unacceptable!!"

"My son! The son of a God King!! The future heir to the Divine Realm!!!"

"He's actually... actually sunk so low as to become a paparazzo for some kid from an academy in a tiny world?!"

"And for living expenses, no less?!!"

Tang San's divine consciousness felt as though he was about to suffocate.

What had happened to the path to the stars and the sea that he had carefully laid out for his son?

What about the script he had envisioned, with his son rising to prominence and making a name for himself beneath the eyes of the whole world?

How had things gone off the rails right from the start?!

Watching his son take the money with a steady, satisfied look that said "today's haul was pretty good," Tang San's divine consciousness felt a mouthful of old blood stuck in his throat (even though he had no physical body).

"This development... This development is all wrong!"

"At this rate, won't my son become some girl's exclusive, groveling photographer?!"

"The son of a dignified God King, reduced to being someone's number-one fan?"

"Unacceptable! This is a path to certain death. They must die!"

The sight was too much to bear. The more God King Tang thought about it, the harder he found it to take. His entire spiritual body quivered chaotically in the spiritual sea, as though he might crash at any moment from "CPU overload."

Meanwhile, at a secluded training field in the academy...

Bang! Boom!! Ssshh—

The sharp ring of weapons tearing through the air mingled with the fierce impacts and explosive bursts of energy, one after another.

At the center of the field, two figures moved so fast they seemed to leave afterimages.

They were Yao Chuan and Wu Changkong!

Wu Changkong wielded an ordinary wooden sword. Its blade flashed with frost and snow, each strike carrying a biting chill and a precise trajectory. He had suppressed his Soul Power to match Yao Chuan's.

But Yao Chuan, facing him, was practically a humanoid monster.

The faint shadows of two Black Dragons flickered behind him, exuding the oppressive presence of prehistoric Ferocious Beasts.

His movements lacked the polished beauty of Wu Changkong's countless honed techniques, but possessed an almost instinctive battle sense.

His actions were simple and brutal, his strength wild and overbearing. Every block, every dodge, every counterattack was terrifyingly precise!

As Wu Changkong's wooden sword darted toward him from a tricky angle, Yao Chuan twisted his body at an impossible angle. A hand covered in dark golden scales swept out with a piercing shriek, striking the spine of the sword with brutal force.

The wooden sword groaned under the strain, and even Wu Changkong's arm went slightly numb from the shock.

"Now that's something!" A flicker of amazement appeared in Wu Changkong's eyes as he shifted his steps and pulled away.

"Again!"

Yao Chuan gave a low shout, his eyes burning with fierce battle intent. He gave Wu Changkong no chance to catch his breath, pouncing after him like a shadow.

The two Black Dragon apparitions let out a low growl, and an invisible pressure once again filled the air.

The two fought at high speed, force against finesse, trading blow after blow in a head-on clash dozens of times!

The field was in disarray, with scattered energy still crackling everywhere and the flagstones shattered.

Finally, after a violent collision, Wu Changkong abruptly drew back his sword and retreated, choosing to end the exchange.

He stood in place with the wooden sword in hand, his chest rising and falling slightly and fine beads of sweat on his forehead. His gaze as he looked at Yao Chuan was incredibly complex, mingling shock, admiration, and a touch of emotion at the sight of a younger generation surpassing the old.

"Whew..."

Wu Changkong let out a long breath. The white mist condensed in the air into a thin line of frost.

He shook his slightly numb arm and looked at Yao Chuan, whose breathing was somewhat heavy but whose eyes remained bright and keen. With a helpless shake of his head, he wore a rare, self-deprecating smile of rueful admiration.

"Little Monster..."

Wu Changkong's voice brimmed with emotion.

"Your ability to learn in battle is... simply inhuman!"

"In just ten days, you've nearly wrung every last one of my hard-won combat techniques dry."

He lowered his gaze to the ordinary wooden sword he had practiced with countless times. Fine cracks already covered its blade.

"To be honest, staying at Eastsea Academy really is a waste of your talent."

"Even Shrek isn't a must."

"With your talent and rate of growth, you won't be overlooked wherever you go, and no one will be able to hold you back."

Wu Changkong spoke earnestly. This was the genuine opinion of a Six-Ring Soul Emperor and one of Eastsea Academy's strongest experts.

Just as Wu Changkong put away his wooden sword, preparing to end the day's special training, a figure stood quietly at the training field's entrance. It seemed she had been there for a while, though no one had noticed when she arrived.

It was Gu Yue.

She wore a simple white dress, her long black hair falling smoothly to her waist. Her features were exceptionally delicate, but her beautiful, wide eyes held a stillness beyond her years—and a hint of scrutiny that was hard to detect.

Wu Changkong looked toward the entrance and raised an eyebrow. "Who are you?"

Gu Yue walked in lightly, her steps graceful. Her voice was clear but flat. "Teacher Wu, my name is Gu Yue. I'd like to join Grade One Class Five."

Wu Changkong remembered.

He studied Gu Yue carefully, recalling the recommendation letter Long Hengxu had mentioned earlier.

"Oh, you're the one. I remember the letter said you missed the registration deadline."

He thought for a moment, then pointed to Xie Xie, who was still recovering nearby. He, too, had been completely absorbed by the fierce battle between Yao Chuan and Wu Changkong.

"The rules can't be broken. If you want to join Class Five, you'll have to pass the test as usual. See that boy over there?"

At Wu Changkong's gesture, Xie Xie instinctively straightened up.

Wu Changkong said to Gu Yue, "He's one of our Class Five students, Xie Xie. An agility-attack Soul Master."

"If you can defeat him, I'll approve your enrollment."

Wu Changkong thought this was a perfectly reasonable arrangement.

However, Gu Yue merely glanced at Xie Xie, her expression calm and unreadable, as though she were looking at an insignificant weed.

The next instant, her gaze locked firmly onto Yao Chuan!

Her eyes were no longer calm. They brimmed with intense, undisguised curiosity—and fighting spirit!

She ignored Wu Changkong's arrangement for Xie Xie, raised a pale finger, and pointed straight at Yao Chuan, who had just finished fighting and still hadn't fully caught his breath.

"Defeat him?" Gu Yue's voice remained flat, but carried an air of absolute certainty.

"No."

"I came here for him."

She looked at Yao Chuan, her gaze sharp as a blade.

"The one I want to challenge is him!"

The entire training field fell silent.

Wu Changkong was stunned.

Xie Xie was even more dumbfounded. Then a surge of Evil Fire shot up inside him!

What was that supposed to mean?

Was he, Xie Xie, really that insignificant in her eyes? Not even worth using as a test opponent?!

He had just witnessed with his own eyes the terrifying strength Yao Chuan had shown while fighting Teacher Wu, who had suppressed his Soul Power!

Yao Chuan was also taken aback by the sudden challenge.

He looked up at Gu Yue and met her unyielding, challenging gaze.

The corner of his mouth lifted slightly into an amused curve.

"You want to challenge me?"

Yao Chuan's voice was low and magnetic.

"Sure."

He paused, then glanced at Xie Xie, whose face had flushed red and who was clearly furious. His tone was casual.

"If you want to fight me, follow the rules first."

"Deal with your test opponent."

Yao Chuan folded his arms and nodded toward Xie Xie. "Beat him and prove you're qualified to stand before me."

His manner was casual, yet he carried an undeniable air of dominance and arrogance.

At that, Xie Xie was so furious his lungs nearly burst. "Yao Chuan, you..."

What did he mean, "deal with that test opponent"? He was making him sound like some little monster guarding the gate!

Gu Yue's gaze finally settled on Xie Xie for the first time.

She was no longer looking through him, but now there was a hint of... how to put it?

It seemed to say, "If the procedure requires it, then I'll finish this quickly."

She didn't even waste a word.

A bright Yellow Soul Ring rose instantly beneath her feet!

"Vmmm—!"

The air suddenly grew heavy!

Xie Xie's pupils contracted sharply. A powerful sense of danger made him immediately summon Martial Soul Possession, and the Light Dragon Dagger appeared in his hand!

"Be careful!" Wu Changkong couldn't help calling out a warning.

But he was a step too late!

Gu Yue raised her slender hand, making no flourish at all.

In an instant!

A blazing fireball shot toward Xie Xie's face like a cannonball!

At almost the same moment, the ground beneath Xie Xie softened and caved in, turning into a sticky quagmire that swallowed his feet!

Then several sharp ice spikes suddenly formed out of thin air at his side, shooting toward him with a bone-chilling cold!

And a fierce wind blade ripped through the air, striking after the others to seal off his route of retreat!

Ice! Fire! Earth! Wind! Four completely different elemental attacks erupted at once, working together seamlessly to form a lethal web with no gaps! Every avenue of escape was covered!

"Holy crap!!!" Xie Xie's scalp went numb!

What the hell was this?? How could one person control so many elements at once? And pull off an instant combo?!

He unleashed all his Soul Power, wildly swinging the Light Dragon Dagger as he tried to block or dodge.

"Light Dragon..."

He hadn't even finished calling out his Soul Skill.

Bang! Pfft! Ssshh! Boom!

The muffled impacts of clashing energy, the sound of ice spikes slicing across his skin, and the charred smell of his hair burning engulfed him in an instant.

The light faded, and the dust settled.

Xie Xie stood there in a wretched state, his clothes torn in several places. A tuft of singed yellow hair drooped over his forehead, and a bloodied cut from an ice spike stood out on his cheek.

The Light Dragon Dagger in his hand had dimmed. He was still stuck in the quagmire up to mid-calf, his face filled with bewilderment and disbelief.

He hadn't even managed to land one effective attack!

It had taken just one exchange!

Gu Yue still stood where she was, her white robes fluttering, not even a corner of her clothes out of place.

It was as if the terrifying compound-element bombardment just now had been nothing more than her casually flicking away a speck of dust.

She didn't even spare Xie Xie another glance as he lay mired in the mud, questioning his entire existence.

Her gaze once more fixed on Yao Chuan, who stood nearby with his arms folded—steady, determined, and blazing with heat.

"The test is over."

Gu Yue's clear voice shattered the dead silence.

She stepped forward, staring intently at Yao Chuan. The fighting spirit in her eyes burned like a raging flame, more intense than ever!

"Now."

"It's your turn!"

She raised her hand and pointed straight at Yao Chuan.

"Beat me, or get beaten by me."

The entire training ground was so silent that a pin could be heard dropping.

Only Gu Yue's cool, powder-keg challenge echoed through the air.

Wu Changkong's expression was grave as he stared fixedly at the elemental fluctuations beside Gu Yue, which had yet to dissipate completely.

Xie Xie was still mired in the mud, questioning his entire existence.

Looking at the white-clad girl before him, her imposing aura on full display, Yao Chuan finally let his playful smile blossom completely, a wild, domineering arrogance in it, as though he looked down on the whole world.

"Heh... now that's interesting."