My Name Is Dugu Yan!

The viewers in the livestream weren't nearly so polite, especially those who'd just crammed on Douluo Continent lore. They were eager to show off:

[What the heck, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's ancestor? Yu Tianxin might buy it, but his grandpa, Yu Luomian, sure wouldn't!]

[I have to hand it to the streamer. He can make stuff up with a straight face!]

[To be fair, the stage effects from that dry ice are pretty good. That thing behind Chu Men looks like a Tesla Coil to me. Am I right?]

Meanwhile, at the Star Soul Guidance Shop.

Liu Erlong was lying in a rattan chair in the courtyard.

She watched Xiao Wu eat a proper breakfast instead of the assorted so-called snacks Chu Men had somehow gotten his hands on!

It was a shame that so many leaves had fallen from the parasol tree. Otherwise, Liu Erlong could have lounged even more comfortably.

"Sister Erlong, will there really be that many people at Brother Chu Men's class?"

Xiao Wu looked up and gazed longingly at the snacks in Liu Erlong's hand before chewing hard on the carrot in her mouth.

"Don't worry. That guy's full of tricks. He can handle it!"

And so, they chatted on and off.

By noon, no clueless fellow with the surname Yu—one who seemed to have come without a guide—had shown up at the door!

The grand auditorium of Blue Tyrant Academy.

Chu Men didn't tell one of his usual little stories. If he wanted to stir up the emotions of such a huge crowd, he had to give them something substantial.

He snapped his fingers!

A staff member turned on the power, completing the Soul Power circuit. The Tesla Coil, now imbued with a skill, began to flash with arcs of electricity.

Chu Men smiled faintly, walked to a spot seven or eight meters to the left of the coil, faced the audience, and raised his right hand.

Soul Power flashed in his palm, immediately resonating with the coil in some way.

"Crack—"

A golden bolt of lightning burst into existence!

"Whoa!"

The entire crowd erupted!

"That's so cool!"

Amid the dazzling sights and sounds, the young Soul Masters let their excitement run wild.

"A lightning-type Soul Power amplification device?"

The students who had reached Soul Grandmaster or even Soul Elder looked grave, their eyes fixed on the coil onstage.

Chu Men didn't stop moving. If anything, his motions grew more practiced.

Golden ribbons of lightning—some straight, some curved, some thick, some thin—flashed before everyone's eyes, summoned by Soul Power of varying strength and direction.

A sharp Soul Power aura filled the air. Combined with the endless clouds of dry ice, it made everyone feel as if they were truly standing amid thunderclouds.

At first, Chu Men was only putting on a show. But the more he played with it, the more he got into it, and soon he was operating several streams of Soul Power at once.

In an instant, lightning began to weave across the stage, and the crackling never stopped.

The lightning was like a symphony, dancing to the rhythm played by Chu Men's fingertips.

The lightning grew thicker, the web of bolts denser. Crackles fell like raindrops, and golden arcs of plasma began gathering around the coil.

Chu Men stood amid the lightning, his robes fluttering, like the Thunder God himself had descended!

He gently swept his hand upward.

"Crack!"

Countless bolts leapt above the audience. Golden lightning illuminated the entire auditorium!

Golden Snake Dancing Wildly!

Countless golden serpents slithered along the beams and columns, darting through the clouds. The entire auditorium seemed to have become an ocean of lightning!

[Holy crap, that's so flashy!!!]

[Lightning on display, an energy carnival, wild and untamed! Let's praise our Thunder God, haha!]

[One word: damn, that's gorgeous!]

The students at the Soul Master level were already spellbound. Some even cheered, their eyes shining with admiration.

The Soul Grandmaster-level students looked pale and tense by turns.

They feared the danger of the lightning, yet yearned for its power!

The Soul Elder-level Soul Masters were even more divided!

Some were so excited their pupils dilated, while cold sweat had already beaded on the foreheads of others.

The Soul King-level teachers in the back row looked utterly grave!

They could sense the terrifying power contained in that lightning!

Just then, a purple Soul Ring flashed among the students. A crimson flame shot into the web of lightning overhead.

The one who struck was a noble student from Heaven Dou Royal Academy, wearing a scornful sneer.

"Quit your hocus-pocus!"

In the next second, all the drifting, dancing bolts seemed to have found an opening. Following the flame's path, they instantly poured down on the student!

"Argh—"

His scream rang throughout the auditorium!

Chu Men quickly cut off the Soul Power circuit.

The noble student was convulsing all over, his skin charred black and every strand of hair standing straight up. He'd become a textbook case of an afro!

He fell straight down.

The students behind him all stepped back in unison, leaving him to hit the ground without anything in the way.

The accompanying teacher hurried over, checked his condition, and sighed in relief.

"Thank goodness. He's only been electrocuted unconscious."

Bzzzt, bzzzt~~

It turned out that not everyone could withstand the blessing of being tempered by lightning.

The rash student, still convulsing all over, was carried out of the auditorium.

Chu Men smoothed things over, but couldn't resist a sarcastic jab as he wrapped up.

"As expected of a student from Heaven Dou Royal Academy. What courage!"

[That's electricity! And the student just went and touched it? I'm impressed!]

[Does this count as a teaching accident?]

[Shrek Academy even uses the Great Soul Arena as a classroom. Doesn't that mean they have teaching accidents every day?]

Fortunately, all the students were Soul Masters, and injuries during training were commonplace, so nobody made a big fuss.

The class continued.

Chu Men switched off the Tesla Coil, and calm returned to the auditorium.

"You've all seen it. This is the power of Soul Tools."

Chu Men chose his words carefully, his voice still carrying clearly throughout the auditorium.

"Though their power is limited by the materials they're made from and can't match that of high-level Soul Masters, this lightning coil alone can still handle a Soul Ancestor or a Soul King!"

The students below exchanged glances and talked among themselves, their hearts shaken.

How many Soul Masters across the entire Douluo Continent could reach the Soul Saint or Soul Douluo level?

Even the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, one of the most top-tier Martial Souls, belonged to a family at the very peak of the pyramid with only a handful of Soul Douluos.

At that moment, not only the students from other academies who came from noble families but even their accompanying teachers began calculating in their minds.

Who would've thought the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan had secretly developed such powerful Soul Tool technology!

This wasn't some minor tinkering with Soul Tools. It was a genuine, powerful amplification!

If things continued this way, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's strength would probably rise to another level!

They'd have to be even more cautious when dealing with the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan from now on.

As for Chu Men, everyone saw him as nothing more than a mere Soul Ancestor acting as their spokesman.

Still, considering his age, he was a genius!

Onstage, Chu Men explained the physics behind it all. Every now and then, he cracked a suggestive joke, making the adolescent boys and girls blush.

But the noble-born students and teachers, along with those connected to the nobility, had long since let their minds wander elsewhere.

By contrast, the students of Blue Tyrant Academy and some Soul Masters from commoner backgrounds listened with rapt attention, occasionally bursting into laughter.

Yet to certain people, those laughs sounded grating!

It was only the pressure of the words "Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon" that made them temporarily suppress their greedy, wicked thoughts.

"What I've got my eye on is mine!" and "If I can't have it, I'll destroy it!"—to people in certain circles, those ideas were as plain as day!

The class ended.

Surrounded by students peppering him with questions, Chu Men finally managed to break free.

The students still hadn't had enough. In groups of two and three, they discussed the lightning show.

Quite a few Blue Tyrant Academy students were still savoring the coolness of the dry ice in the auditorium. They chatted about the future of Soul Tools and what they'd learned that day.

Some of the girls were also talking about Chu Men's looks, personality, and knowledge.

Bibi Dong wasn't the only one who liked his type. Many girls hoped their future partner would be not only powerful but also well-read.

And if he could be witty and humorous, all the better. He shouldn't be like a block of wood who knew nothing but cultivation!

Meanwhile, the visiting teachers and noble students from other academies hurried out of the auditorium.

"I never thought the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan had been hiding a trump card like this!"

"Exactly. We need to hurry back and tell our clan leaders to keep an eye on what the Upper Three Sects are up to."

"The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect probably won't sleep easy!"

"As expected of the most powerful Soul Master clan. Ever since the Clear Sky Sect..."

"Careful what you say!"

Chu Men packed up the Tesla Coil and battery in the break room. He gave the leftover dry ice to a few "strong hands" and waved goodbye amid their thanks.

As soon as he left the auditorium, he saw a girl in Heaven Dou Royal Academy's uniform leaning against the parasol tree ahead.

She was tall and strikingly beautiful, with short, deep-purple hair that gave her a sharp air. A trace of cold allure and defiance shone in her eyes.

Most striking of all were her eyes: her pupils were a pale, jade green...

Poison!

Chu Men's steps faltered.

[Holy crap, green eyes!]

[Could she be Poison Douluo's granddaughter?]

[Streamer, run! This girl's poisonous! I mean the venomous-snake kind!]

When the girl saw Chu Men, she straightened and walked toward him at an unhurried pace.

A faint, sweet fragrance drifted over, so subtle he could barely detect it. Chu Men instinctively held his breath.

She stopped in front of him and looked him up and down. A playful smile curled at the corner of her lips.

"Hello, Teacher Chu Men. My name is Dugu Yan!"