What Do You Mean Your First Soul Ring is a Thousand Years?

More than half an hour later, Tang Wulin stuffed the last meat bun into his mouth and stopped going to the serving window for more food.

It wasn't that Tang Wulin couldn't eat anymore, but that class was about to start, and he was already seven or eight parts full anyway.

Only then did Tang Wulin notice that he was surrounded by people, all of whom were looking at him with expressions of astonishment.

"He must have far surpassed the record left by the big eater from the previous grade, right?" someone in the crowd remarked.

There's a record for this? Tang Wulin muttered to himself.

"Alright, alright, everyone, I'm about to be late, please make way!"

Tang Wulin stood up, gently pushed through the surrounding crowd, and ran out of the cafeteria. Zhou Changxi and Yun Xiao, who were nearby, finally realized they were about to be late and hurriedly followed. As for Xie Xie, he had likely left long ago.

Finally, the three of them reached the classroom door just as the final chime of the bell rang.

However, Wu Zhangkong was already standing on the podium. He glanced at the three flustered students, his gaze lingering particularly long on Tang Wulin.

"Get in! Don't let me see anyone sliding in at the last second next time!"

"Thank you, Teacher Wu!"

The three of them hurriedly ran into the classroom and found their seats.

Since Tang Wulin hadn't arrived for the first day of school yesterday, the only seat left for him was in the back row. However, he was already one of the tallest students in the class, so sitting in the back didn't matter much.

"You have surely realized over the past two days at the academy what Class Five represents!" Wu Zhangkong said coldly. "It means the worst class in the entire grade, which is to say, you are all trash."

"You don't need to feel aggrieved, because these words are not wrong; you truly are all trash."

None of the twenty students in the classroom refuted him, because they lacked the confidence to do so. Most of them only had a soul power of level eleven, and their soul spirits were also ten-year level; few even had the confidence to break through to level twenty.

Xie Xie was an exception, however. His soul power was level eighteen, and his martial soul was of high quality. Given his strength, he shouldn't have been in this class, but because he had gotten into a fight with Tang Wulin on the first day of school, he had been transferred to Class Five.

Wu Zhangkong's words did not falter despite the low spirits of everyone present.

"I do not allow trash to exist in my class, so over the next few years, I will make you shed the label of 'trash'."

"Starting today, I will personally guide all of your courses. Once you meet my requirements, other teachers will come to instruct you on your theoretical studies."

"Now, everyone, follow me outside."

Wu Zhangkong waved his hand and walked out of the classroom.

Although everyone was a bit confused about what Teacher Wu intended to do, they still lined up and followed him with great discipline.

Wu Zhangkong led everyone to a training ground and had them line up.

"I will now divide you into pairs, and you will engage in combat against one another."

Combat on the very first lesson?

Most of the students began to complain about Wu Zhangkong's curriculum, as they had no real combat experience and felt a bit of fear toward fighting, especially since it required two-person coordination.

"Tang Wulin, Yun Xiao, you two are a group." Wu Zhangkong read out the names of the first pair.

"Tang Wulin, I'm counting on you!" Yun Xiao smiled; he was aware of Tang Wulin's strength.

Tang Wulin nodded slightly and walked to the side with Yun Xiao.

"Xie Xie, Xu Xiaohui."

Xu Xiaohui was a girl with pink hair; her face turned slightly red upon hearing she was paired with Xie Xie.

"Don't worry, I'll carry you to victory!" Xie Xie said, giving a thumbs up. He was undoubtedly excited, as he would be able to fight Tang Wulin again today.

"Zhou Changxi, Ye Sheng."

"Tao Liufan, Li Chushui."

A few minutes later, the twenty students in the class were divided into ten groups.

"You four, go first!" Wu Zhangkong pointed at Tang Wulin's group and Zhou Changxi's group.

"Understood!"

Soon, the four of them walked to the central sparring ring, while Wu Zhangkong stood between them.

"Begin!"

At Wu Zhangkong's command, Zhou Changxi was the first to release his martial soul, and a white ten-year soul ring rose from beneath his feet.

The Great Strength Divine Ape was a power-type martial soul. Its quality was neither particularly good nor bad, but ever since Zhou Changxi had been sent flying by a single punch from Tang Wulin last time, he had been secretly resentful. He was a power-type soul master, after all—how could he have been sent flying by a control-type soul master?

Ye Sheng's martial soul was a longbow, and his soul ring was also ten-year level.

Yun Xiao's martial soul was also released; it was a Star Disk, a typical support-type soul master, and his soul ring was also a ten-year ring.

Just as the other students off the stage were still guessing who would win this bout, a circle of purple light bloomed from the ring.

Tang Wulin had released his martial soul and soul ring.

"That is! A thousand-year soul ring!"

"Heavens! Tang Wulin's soul ring is actually a thousand-year soul ring."

"How is this possible? Absorbing a thousand-year ring as his first soul ring—how did he not explode and die?"

"How could such a genius end up in our Class Five?"

Yun Xiao stared at Tang Wulin beside her in utter shock. "Weren't his soul rings century-level just two days ago? Could I have seen it wrong?"

Only Zhou Changxi and Ye Sheng, standing opposite Tang Wulin, could feel the oppressive weight of the thousand-year soul ring clearly; under this suppression, neither dared to move recklessly.

Seeing this, Wu Zhangkong let out a faint sigh.

"Zhou Changxi, Ye Sheng, what are you doing? Are you giving up just because your opponent's soul ring age is higher than yours? If this were a battlefield, you would already be dead."

The mental fortitude of these students was truly lacking. However, Wu Zhangkong was actually quite curious about Tang Wulin's thousand-year soul ring himself. The only way he knew to increase soul ring age was by going to the Spirit Pagoda's Spirit Ascension Platform, but Tang Wulin was just an ordinary nine-year-old student; the Spirit Ascension Platform could not possibly be open to him.

"Let's go for it!" The soul ring at Zhou Changxi's feet lit up with a white glow. "Strength Boost."

Suddenly, Zhou Changxi's physique seemed to grow larger, and he swung his fist as he charged toward Tang Wulin.

Behind him, Ye Sheng gritted his teeth and used his soul skill directly, firing several feathered arrows toward Tang Wulin.

Facing Zhou Changxi's attack, Tang Wulin did not use a soul skill; he simply raised his own fist and smashed it forward. The scene looked just like two ordinary people fighting.

However, after absorbing the first layer of the Golden Dragon King seal, Tang Wulin's strength far exceeded what it had been before. Even with Zhou Changxi using Strength Boost to enhance his own power, he was still sent flying by a single punch from Tang Wulin—and that was even with Tang Wulin holding back.

As for the feathered arrows shot by Ye Sheng, Tang Wulin simply manipulated his Blue Silver Grass to block them, completely neutralizing the attack.

With the feathered arrows rendered ineffective, Tang Wulin appeared in front of Ye Sheng in the span of a single breath.

A gust of wind from his punch ruffled Ye Sheng's hair as Tang Wulin's fist stopped right in front of his face.

In this match, Yun Xiao didn't even have a chance to make a move; Tang Wulin had won with overwhelming force.