Wu Zhangkong: Monsters! They Should Do Monster Things!

"Brother, what are you thinking about?" Tang Wuyue's voice pulled Lu Chuan back to reality.

Lu Chuan snapped out of his daze.

He looked down at his younger sister beside him, and smiled.

"I was thinking about what to have for dinner."

"Liar."

Tang Wuyue didn't believe him.

"The look on your face just now was clearly thinking about something very important!"

"Was it? Could anything be more important than you? Let's go, Brother will take you to eat something delicious."

Lu Chuan chuckled, pinched the little girl's cheek, then draped an arm over her shoulder

and began walking toward Eastsea Academy.

As it turned out, the little girl was still easy to coax.

With just one sentence, Lu Chuan had her eyes curving into crescents, obedient and docile.

The two walked side by side out of the park.

At that time, the sun was setting, and the afterglow of the sunset stretched their shadows long and thin.

Little did they know, high up in a tree in the distance, Xie Xie had circled back after leaving.

She crouched quietly on a branch, her dark green pupils gazing from afar at the two figures drifting further and further away.

The Light Dragon Dagger and Shadow Dragon Dagger spun in her hands, intense fluctuations of Soul Power radiating from her body.

"Lu Chuan..."

"One day, I will defeat you."

The next morning, before the sky had fully brightened.

Lu Chuan was hugging his quilt, lost in a sweet dream.

In the dream, he was embracing the Silver Dragon King, who had regained her memories, and kissing her.

The next second, he heard a loud "bang."

The dormitory door was kicked open.

Sensing danger, Lu Chuan sat up with a start.

As he opened his eyes, he saw the door panel flying toward him.

He hurriedly rolled off the bed to dodge.

With another "bang,"

the door panel embedded itself directly into the wall at the head of his bed!

One could imagine, if Lu Chuan hadn't dodged just now, his handsome face

would likely have been disfigured!

"Who is it, so early in the morning!"

The flames of anger ignited in Lu Chuan's eyes in an instant, and terrifying blood-energy fluctuations erupted violently from within his body.

At this moment, The air was torn and twisted out of shape.

He looked toward the doorway.

At that very moment, A person stood there.

Her white robes were like snow, And her dark hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall.

Her stunningly beautiful face wore an expression as cold as frost.

She watched Lu Chuan in silence.

Who else could it be but Wu Zhangkong?

Only today, Her gaze was exceptionally sharp, as if she were hiding a blade within it.

Even though Lu Chuan was seething with rage, Her expression remained unchanged; she was practically waiting for Lu Chuan to commit the offense of defying his teacher.

"Get dressed and assemble on the training ground. You have three minutes. If you're late, your training load for today will be doubled."

Wu Zhangkong parted her crimson lips to speak.

After dropping those words, She turned and walked away, Leaving behind a faint, chilly fragrance as her sleeves fluttered in the air.

How could a woman be so dashing!

Lu Chuan froze for a second, The fire in his heart instantly extinguished by half.

With a cold, arrogant goddess teaching the class, What could he do?

With his current cultivation level, He clearly couldn't achieve the crushing revenge he desired!

He sprang up as if his backside were on fire and scrambled into his clothes.

Lu Chuan swallowed his pride for the time being.

Once he broke through another layer of his self-imposed seal, He would definitely have it out with this woman, Wu Zhangkong!

He raced against time, Sprinting toward the training ground.

Three minutes?

That wasn't even enough time for his usual morning routine!

But under Wu Zhangkong's pressure, Lu Chuan broke through his limits in a rare display of effort.

By the time he arrived at the training ground, panting for breath, Wu Zhangkong was already standing there.

The morning breeze stirred her white dress and long hair.

She stood with her hands behind her back, Her figure tall and upright, Like a cold sword unsheathed!

But unlike yesterday, A row of items was neatly laid out on the ground at her feet—

Four Gravity Rings, Two Iron Chain Leg Weights, A Metal Vest that looked heavy just by sight, And... a Willow Switch that possessed little offensive power but was deeply insulting.

Yes, a willow switch.

Thin, long, and possessing excellent flexibility.

Wu Zhangkong had even gone out of her way to apply chili water, infused with icy soul power, and one look was enough to know exactly what it would feel like to be whipped by it.

A soul master might not fear pain, but they certainly cared about their dignity!

When Lu Chuan saw these items, his pupils couldn't help but constrict.

He looked at Wu Zhangkong in confusion, his voice trembling slightly:

"Teacher... what are these...?"

Wu Zhangkong faced Lu Chuan and explained simply:

"After our spar yesterday, I went back and thought about it. The training methods used for the others are perhaps too gentle for you."

"A nine-year-old Soul Elder—across the entire continent, you could certainly be called a monster."

"But a monster is not the same as being invincible.

Talent is merely the starting point; how far you go depends on your training afterward.

There are no shortage of those with Innate Full Soul Power and Twin Martial Souls who ended up as trash.

Since you have this talent and have encountered me, it cannot be wasted in my hands."

Wu Zhangkong said calmly, her voice as clear and cold as water.

She bent down, picked up the metal vest, and tossed it toward Lu Chuan.

Lu Chuan reached out to catch it instinctively.

"Oof!"

The vest slammed into his chest.

Caught off guard, he was dragged backward by the momentum, stumbling two steps, nearly landing on his backside.

This thing Wu Zhangkong had thrown... it weighed at least three hundred jin!

"Put it on. Then, fasten the four gravity rings onto your wrists and ankles, and strap on the leg weights."

Lu Chuan pulled the vest on, feeling as though he were carrying an anvil on his back.

Next came the gravity rings;

each one felt heavy the moment he picked it up, weighing at least fifty or sixty jin.

Once they were on, his limbs felt as heavy as if they had been filled with lead.

Finally, the leg weights.

The moment he tightened the straps, Lu Chuan felt as if his legs no longer belonged to him.

With the full set of equipment on, he made a rough estimate:

the additional weight was at least six hundred jin.

For a nine-year-old child, even if he were a Soul Elder, and the reincarnation of the Golden Dragon King, blessed with innate divine strength, this was definitely no laughing matter.

"Teacher, wouldn't this be a bit..."

"A bit what?"

Wu Zhangkong swept a cold glance at Lu Chuan.

That cold, arrogant gaze

made her seem even more like a king than he, the actual King, was!

"A bit... a bit light," Lu Chuan said, his Adam's apple bobbing as he forced a bitter smile.

Upon hearing this, the corners of Wu Zhangkong's mouth curled up ever so slightly.

The smile was beautiful, but in Lu Chuan's eyes, for some reason, It was enough to send a chill down anyone's spine.

And the reality was exactly as he had expected.

When Wu Zhangkong smiled, one's fate was sealed!

"Very good, you have backbone.

In that case, today's fifty kilometers will be increased to one hundred.

You have one and a half hours to complete it. For every minute you go over, I'll add a kilometer to your penalty."

Lu Chuan's mouth twitched upon hearing this.

One hundred kilometers in an hour and a half?

Did she think he was a soul-guided car?

But looking at Wu Zhangkong's resolute gaze, he knew there was no room for negotiation, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and run!

"Now, begin." At Wu Zhangkong's command, Lu Chuan immediately lengthened his stride and started to run.

The moment he took his first step, he realized this long-distance run was far more exhausting than he had imagined!

With six hundred jin of weight pressing down on him, and having to run on top of that, it was simply more than any human could endure!

Every step required him to engage every muscle in his body just to maintain his balance.

At this moment, Lu Chuan felt as if the ground beneath his feet had turned into a quagmire;

he had to exert force just to pull his foot out and plant it down again for every single step.

By the time he reached the twentieth kilometer, Lu Chuan was already drenched in sweat.

Sweat dripped from his chin, and his breathing was as heavy and ragged as a broken bellows in a forge.

By the fortieth kilometer, his legs began to tremble, and dark shadows started to creep into the edges of his vision.

By the sixtieth kilometer—

Lu Chuan felt as if he could barely see anything clearly anymore!

And it was right at that moment, "Snap!"

A crisp sound rang out from behind him, followed immediately by a searing, fiery pain on his backside.

Lu Chuan stumbled, looking back.

Wu Zhangkong held that willow switch, driving a soul-guided car, following him at a leisurely pace just three or four meters behind, her expression calm and indifferent.

"Your speed is dropping. I told you earlier that there would be a penalty for going over time. But if you slow down now, the rest of the road will only be even harder to traverse."

"Teacher, you're actually whipping me with a willow switch?!" Lu Chuan exclaimed in disbelief.

"Do you have an objection?"

"I do!"

As soon as those words left his mouth, "Snap!" Another strike landed, this time hitting Lu Chuan's backside once again.

"Keep your objections to yourself. Keep running."

Lu Chuan gritted his teeth, enduring the burning pain on his backside, He forced his speed to increase.

By the time he reached the eightieth kilometer, Lu Chuan felt as if his consciousness were ascending to heaven.

The road ahead was swaying, as if an impending earthquake were about to sweep him away.

In his ears, he could hear only his own ragged breathing and the thunderous pounding of his heart.

Sweat trickled into his eyes, stinging sharply, but he barely had the strength left to lift a hand and wipe it away.

His foot caught on something, and he pitched forward—

For the mighty Golden Dragon King to be so exhausted that he could be tripped by some unknown object on the road, one could only imagine the extent of his fatigue!

However, the expected impact with the hard ground never came; instead, he was met with a soft embrace.

Lu Chuan lifted his head in a daze, and what came into view was the face of Wu Zhangkong, mere inches away.

Only, she didn't seem quite as icy as before, and there was a hint of red on her cheeks.