Feng Wuyu Arrives!

Needless to say,

the darlings of heaven and earth were truly the darlings of heaven and earth, weren't they?

They could only envy them before,

but now, this fortune belonged to the dragon clan!

Lu Chuan could hardly imagine

just how far the fortune of the Soul Beast lineage would soar

when the Silver Dragon King fully returned!

"When the day of your return comes, I'll give you a surprise too!"

Lu Chuan smiled as he watched Tang Wuyue consolidate her cultivation.

Blue Star had an old saying:

wherever you fell, that was where you got back up.

Tens of thousands of years ago, they had met because the divine planet's ascension had failed.

When they reunited tens of thousands of years later,

he would personally bring an end

to the regret left unfinished back then!

When Feng Wuyu appeared at the gates of Eastsea Academy, it was afternoon.

He wore a short, fiery-red robe.

The fabric looked ordinary,

yet beneath the sunlight, it shimmered with a faint dark-golden glow.

It was a Heaven Burning Robe made from the tanned hide of a ten-thousand-year Fire Cloud Beast. There were only a few of them in all of Shrek Academy.

His crimson hair resembled burning flames.

Even his stubble stood straight up strand by strand.

As he walked, the air around him twisted slightly,

as though the ground itself were being roasted by some invisible heat.

An eighth-rank Saint Craftsman,

a Title Douluo,

and a teacher of Shrek Academy—

with all those qualifications combined,

there was only one word for this old man: rich.

If another word had to be added,

it would be: outrageously rich!

"Eastsea Academy. This is the place."

Feng Wuyu already had a booming voice to begin with.

The moment he spoke,

the two students standing guard at the entrance felt their eardrums buzz,

as though they were about to burst.

The one with weaker Soul Power

even had his calves trembling.

By the rules,

the two of them should have stepped forward to ask who had come,

but upon seeing Feng Wuyu's aura, like that of a humanoid ferocious beast,

they wisely stared at their noses, their noses at their hearts. I'm blind. Where am I? I can't see anything.

They merely planned to wait until Feng Wuyu had left

before informing a teacher.

What they did not know

was that Feng Wuyu had originally intended to have them show him around

and offer them a bit of good fortune.

But seeing how cowardly the two were,

he immediately lost interest.

So, striding forward,

he began wandering around Eastsea Academy on his own.

What he had not expected

was to run into the disciple of his old rival—Wu Zhangkong.

At that time,

Wu Zhangkong had just finished a practical combat class.

The moment she saw Feng Wuyu,

her entire body tensed.

Feng Wuyu and her teacher, Zhuo Shi, were sworn rivals, yet emotionally,

they were more like kindred spirits.

So she instinctively assumed Feng Wuyu had come to persuade her to return.

But...

She had left Shrek Academy because of the death of an Evil Soul Master,

leaving behind the teacher who had devoted everything to raising her.

Now,

how could she possibly return to face him empty-handed?

Almost the instant the thought crossed her mind, Wu Zhangkong pushed off with the tip of her foot.

Her entire body turned into a streak of light and shot toward the depths of the academy.

She did not even dare look back, afraid Feng Wuyu would notice her.

Only when she reached her dormitory

did she finally let out a long breath.

Yet she had not expected that

the moment she opened the door,

Feng Wuyu's booming voice would ring out behind her.

"Yo, Zhangkong, you live here?"

"The environment's not bad, but it's still not as good as Shrek Academy's, right?"

Wu Zhangkong froze at his words.

She turned around and looked at Feng Wuyu, who had somehow followed her.

A rare flicker of emotion crossed her cold face.

"Elder Feng, why have you come?"

Feng Wuyu did not answer her question.

Instead, he sensed Wu Zhangkong's Soul Power.

When he discovered that, after being away for so long,

she was still only a Soul Emperor,

his fiery-red brows rose.

"Zhangkong, it's not that I want to criticize you. Your teacher, that old bastard Zhuo Shi, put so much effort into raising you, yet you're hiding here and letting yourself rot?"

"You're wasting your time and talent. Forget whether you can face your teacher—can you face yourself?"

Wu Zhangkong's expression dimmed slightly, but she did not avoid the matter.

"Some things, at certain times, are beyond one's control."

At that,

Feng Wuyu rolled his eyes so hard they practically reached the sky.

He waved a hand,

his face full of impatience.

"Fine, fine. I don't have time to meddle in the messy business between you and your teacher."

"Let me ask you: do you know a kid named Lu Chuan?"

When Wu Zhangkong heard that Feng Wuyu was looking for Lu Chuan, her gaze sharpened.

Thinking of Lu Chuan,

whom she had intended to nurture and bring back to Shrek Academy as her teacher's granddisciple,

Wu Zhangkong's restraint immediately vanished.

She casually adjusted her cuff, her tone still cool.

"What do you want with him?"

Feng Wuyu's eyes widened, as if he had heard an incredibly stupid question.

"Nine years old! A sixth-rank forger! What the hell do you think I want with him?!"

Feng Wuyu cursed under his breath.

Wu Zhangkong, however, was dumbfounded.

It felt as though something had exploded inside her mind.

She knew that Lu Chuan was extraordinarily gifted on the Soul Master path.

A nine-year-old Soul Elder,

with combat strength comparable to a Soul Emperor.

But forging... he had never mentioned it to her!

A sixth-rank forger

was already a mainstay of the forging world!

But a nine-year-old sixth-rank forger

was the future of the forging world!

She had always believed

that the man before her,

who had become a Saint Craftsman at thirty-four,

was monstrous enough.

Yet she had never expected Lu Chuan... to be even more monstrous!

Seeing Wu Zhangkong lose her composure,

Feng Wuyu could not help but grin,

baring a mouthful of white teeth.

"What, scared?

Hehe, when I first heard about it, I was shocked too. I nearly crushed my Forging Hammer!"

"A nine-year-old sixth-rank forger! If this kid is properly nurtured, he'll definitely break my record as the youngest Saint Craftsman."

"Then the forging world will have a legend about me—the youngest Saint Craftsman raising the youngest-ever Saint Craftsman!"

Feng Wuyu's eyes grew brighter and brighter as he spoke. By the end, he had practically talked himself into a blissful daze.

"So Lu Chuan is mine! No matter who it is, if they dare stand in my way, I'll hammer both them and their academy flat! You're a teacher at this academy, so you should know where that kid is, right?"

Feng Wuyu first showed off his muscle,

then abruptly leaned in close to Wu Zhangkong.

Wu Zhangkong jumped in fright.

Deep down,

she did not want to tell Feng Wuyu where Lu Chuan was.

But an eighth-rank Saint Craftsman taking him as a disciple

would be an enormous opportunity for Lu Chuan.

If he missed it because of her concealment,

there would likely be another layer of guilt in her heart.

After weighing the pros and cons,

Wu Zhangkong ultimately did not let selfish motives conceal Lu Chuan's whereabouts.

"He should be at the training grounds right now."

"Lead the way!"

Outside the training grounds.

Dense Soul Power fluctuations, almost tangible, blanketed the entire building.

The two guards at the entrance had already been left pale by the terrifying residual dragon might from earlier.

When they saw Wu Zhangkong and Feng Wuyu,

they hurriedly bowed.

"Teacher Wu, inside... inside, it seems they haven't finished yet."

Feng Wuyu did not waste a word, shoving open the heavy alloy doors.

At the center of the training ground,

Tang Wuyue had just finished cultivating,

a faint silver glow still lingering around her.

Lu Chuan was standing guard for the little girl.

Hearing the door open,

Lu Chuan looked up instinctively.

Their eyes met.

Feng Wuyu's gaze instantly locked onto Lu Chuan,

his eyes burning,

as though he had discovered a priceless treasure.

"You're Lu Chuan, aren't you?!"