But at that moment, a cold voice rang out.
"If you had a second Soul Ring, and both were hundred-year Soul Rings, you might not lose."
The voice was cold and calm, devoid of emotion, yet it carried an unquestionable certainty.
Everyone turned toward the sound.
The newcomer was none other than Class Five's homeroom teacher, Wu Changkong.
No one knew when he had come over from Class Five's area.
At that moment, he was calmly looking at Tang Wulin.
"Teacher Wu, what do you mean?"
Ye Yingluo hurriedly spoke up.
A bad feeling suddenly rose within her.
She did not know much about Wu Changkong.
But she knew that he had come from the Advanced Division to the Junior Division not because he lacked ability.
Rather, he had been demoted for some reason.
This man looked ice-cold and did not seem like someone who meddled in other people's affairs.
So, for him to suddenly speak up now, he definitely was not making an offhand remark.
Yet Wu Changkong ignored her. His gaze remained fixed on Tang Wulin as he spoke seriously.
"The Clear Sky Hammer was known as the world's number one Tool Martial Soul twenty thousand years ago."
"But clearly, you cannot bring out the potential of this Martial Soul."
"Your strength, your techniques, and your combat awareness are all still at a very rudimentary level."
"So, you need someone who truly understands the Clear Sky Hammer to guide you."
He paused before continuing.
"If you are willing, you can come to Class Five."
"I will do my best to teach you."
"At the same time, I can take you to the Spirit Ascension Platform at the Spirit Pagoda and evolve your ten-year Soul Spirit into a hundred-year Soul Spirit."
"Then, you will become a two-ring Soul Grandmaster with two hundred-year Soul Rings."
"Your strength will also be several times greater than it is now."
Wu Changkong spoke with great seriousness, and his tone was much gentler than usual.
He stood there, a rare trace of solemnity on his stern face.
At that moment, Wu Changkong could no longer care about his reputation as the aloof male idol.
He had no choice. He had taught Class Five for a month already.
He had become thoroughly disappointed in that group of students.
Among those thirty-odd students, each Martial Soul was worse than the last, and their cultivation aptitude was equally mediocre.
He had used every method and every tactic, from theory to practice, from individual training to teamwork...
He had used everything available to him.
And what had happened?
After a month, not one of the more than thirty students in the class had broken through to two rings, nor had any shown potential worth anticipating in actual combat.
A trash Martial Soul was still a trash Martial Soul!
There was not even a trace of potential!
Under such circumstances, forget about leading his students to slap the academy in the face—he was about to become a complete joke himself.
He had once confidently declared that he would teach outstanding students, but now, looking at those children in Class Five...
Those words were like a resounding slap, ready at any moment to come flying back into his own face.
That was why, upon seeing this situation, Wu Changkong hurried over to poach someone.
This boy named Tang Wulin had Twin Martial Souls, Innate Full Soul Power, and the combination of the Clear Sky Hammer and Blue Silver Grass.
Though he only had a ten-year Soul Ring at present...
His foundation was right there.
As long as he received proper guidance and sufficient resources, this child would definitely become a dark horse.
Upon hearing this, Ye Yingluo immediately flew into a rage.
"Wu Changkong, you bastard!"
"You actually came to Class One to steal a student!"
"What exactly do you mean?"
Her face turned red with anger.
Class One was her class.
Tang Wulin was her student.
Wu Changkong was poaching him right in front of her, right in front of the entire class. It was simply a blatant show of disrespect.
In response, Wu Changkong remained calm and said blandly.
"A bird chooses a good tree to roost in."
"I simply do not wish to see a genius buried by you."
Ye Yingluo laughed angrily.
It was not as though she had made Tang Wulin choose a ten-year Soul Spirit.
What did it have to do with her?
Why did he make it sound as though it were her fault?
Besides, Wu Changkong's words sounded lofty, as if she had buried a genius in Class One while Class Five was some sacred land of cultivation.
But at that moment, she did not wish to say anything more. Instead, she looked at Tang Wulin.
"Wulin, what is your decision?"
Her question was calm.
But her tightly clenched hands revealed her nervousness.
It was not that she had no temper.
But she respected her students' choices.
If Tang Wulin was willing to remain in Class One.
She would do everything she could to teach him well.
If Tang Wulin truly wanted to go to Class Five...
She would not force him to stay either.
At that moment, facing the gazes of the two teachers, Tang Wulin was also torn with hesitation.
He looked at Ye Yingluo, then at Wu Changkong.
Ye Yingluo had treated him well, and the atmosphere in Class One was good. Though the students were not especially close, no one had made things difficult for him.
But Wu Changkong's words had indeed moved him.
A hundred-year Soul Spirit. Two rings.
He recalled Han Li's claw just now, recalled his own helpless embarrassment without any means of resistance, and recalled the white Soul Ring that had seemed especially glaring under the sunlight.
At last, a trace of determination flashed through Tang Wulin's eyes.
He bowed deeply to Ye Yingluo, his voice soft and sincere.
"I'm sorry, Teacher Ye."
"I want to follow Teacher Wu."
Ye Yingluo let out a soft sigh and did not press him any further.
Her gaze lingered on Tang Wulin for several seconds before she looked away, her tone returning to calm.
"Alright. I will report this matter to the director."
A trace of approval flashed through Wu Changkong's eyes, and he gave a slight nod.
"A wise choice. Come with me."
After saying that, he turned and left.
Tang Wulin raised his head and glanced at Han Li once more.
At that moment, Han Li was lowering his head to straighten his sleeves, seemingly uninterested in everything happening before him.
Tang Wulin opened his mouth, wanting to say something.
But in the end, he said nothing.
He followed behind Wu Changkong, walking step by step toward Class Five.
The students of Class One merely watched his retreating figure in silence. No one spoke.
The field was so quiet that only footsteps could be heard.
Xie Xie opened his mouth, wanting to make some sarcastic remark, but ultimately closed it again.
The other students gathered in twos and threes, whispering in low voices.
Han Li merely smiled softly.
Interesting.
But none of this had anything to do with him.
The next day happened to be the weekend.
Han Li woke from meditation.
After washing up, he left the dormitory.
Today, he planned to visit the auction house.
Now that he intended to break the second seal, he naturally needed the corresponding heavenly treasures.
After the first seal had been broken, his physical condition had risen to a new level. His strength, speed, reactions, and resistance to attacks had all undergone a qualitative leap.
He had personally tested the power of the Golden Dragon Claw as well.
With one strike, it had knocked back Tang Wulin's Clear Sky Hammer. He was extremely satisfied with that domineering force capable of shattering everything.
Once the second seal was broken, he would gain a new ability, and his strength would increase even further.
However, the heavenly treasures required for the second seal would be far more troublesome than those needed for the first.
The first seal only required hundred-year Ice Crystal Fruit, Red Flame Fruit, and the blood of a hundred-year Soul Beast with dragon bloodline.
Those things were not cheap, but as long as one had enough Federal Currency, they were not difficult to buy.
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