Wu Changkong's Provocation

A few days later.

On the Eastsea Academy training field...

The sun shone brightly, and a gentle breeze blew.

Today was practical combat training day.

The Class One students had arrived at the training field early.

After spending these past days together...

The Class One students had gradually become familiar with one another, and they interacted far more than they had at the start of the school year.

Xie Xie stood among the crowd with his arms crossed, looking as though strangers should stay away.

Gu Yue stood on the other side, her eyes slightly lowered as she wondered about something.

The other students had spread out on their own...

Waiting for Ye Yingluo to arrive.

But today, Class One and Class Five happened to have practical combat training on the field again.

The Class Five students had also been there for a while. They seemed much quieter than the Class One students.

Their homeroom teacher, Wu Changkong, had not arrived yet, so the students did not dare act too freely and merely spoke in low voices.

Soon, Wu Changkong arrived with Tang Wulin.

But instead of heading to Class Five, he came to Class One.

Ye Yingluo had also arrived. She stood at the front of Class One's group, talking to several students.

When she saw Wu Changkong approaching with Tang Wulin, her brows furrowed slightly, and her expression darkened.

"Teacher Wu, why have you come to our Class One again?"

Ye Yingluo spoke coldly, her voice filled with obvious displeasure.

"I remember Director Long said it too, didn't he?"

"Stop constantly setting your sights on our class's students."

Wu Changkong did not stop walking. He went straight to Ye Yingluo, his expression unchanged and as indifferent as ever.

He did not respond to Ye Yingluo's words. Instead, he bluntly stated his purpose.

"A few days ago, I took Wulin to the Spirit Ascension Platform."

"His Soul Spirit has now become a hundred-year one, and he has also become a two-ringed Soul Grandmaster."

"I intend to have him fight Han Li from your class."

The training field fell silent for a moment.

The Class One students exchanged looks, their gazes shifting back and forth between Wu Changkong and Han Li.

Xie Xie's lips twitched. He wanted to say something, but ultimately remained silent.

Gu Yue narrowed her eyes slightly as she watched the scene with interest.

Ye Yingluo frowned, her tone becoming even more hostile.

"Why?"

Wu Changkong fell silent for a moment.

He did not answer Ye Yingluo's question. Instead, he turned his gaze toward Han Li, who stood at the edge of the group.

His gaze remained indifferent, but his tone carried a seriousness that had not been there before.

"You won unfairly before. Now Wulin can display his true strength."

"Are you afraid to accept the challenge?"

Wu Changkong's tone was full of certainty.

As though if Han Li refused, it would mean he was cowardly and unwilling to face a real challenge.

Han Li laughed at that.

Absurd.

Utterly absurd.

He shoved both hands into his pockets, his smile carrying a hint of mockery and helplessness.

He had not expected Wu Changkong to say something like "you won unfairly."

Now it was unfair to win?

They were Soul Masters, not babies.

When two Soul Masters fought, what mattered was strength, technique, battle awareness, and overall ability.

Did everything have to be identical before they could determine a winner?

The same Soul Power Level, the same number of Soul Rings, the same Martial Soul quality, the same equipment and resources...

Then what was there to fight over?

They might as well compare who was more symmetrical.

Besides, it was not as if he had made Tang Wulin have only a Ten-Year Soul Spirit.

That was Tang Wulin's own luck, Tang Wulin's own choice. What did it have to do with him?

He had earned his Golden Dragon King Martial Soul himself.

He had cultivated his Millennium Spirit Ring himself.

He had built his strength through daily cultivation.

So how had it become...

"Winning unfairly" in Wu Changkong's mouth?

Still, he could not be bothered arguing with Wu Changkong about any of this.

After all, there was no reasoning with someone like him. Rather than waste his breath, he might as well solve the problem directly.

Han Li's smile faded as he said blandly,

"I can fight Tang Wulin."

"But there needs to be a wager."

Wu Changkong froze.

He clearly had not expected Han Li to suggest a wager.

But when he thought of why he had come today—to let others see Wu Changkong's teaching ability and prove that the student he had taught was no worse than anyone else—

After hesitating for a moment, he still nodded in agreement.

"Fine."

As he spoke.

Wu Changkong reached into the Storage Soul Guidance Device at his waist and took out a silver-white card.

It was a Primary Spirit Ascension Platform Entry Card.

His movement was natural, as though it were an insignificant matter.

But in truth, his heart was bleeding.

Three entry cards had cost him three million.

He had used one, leaving two.

If he used one as a wager, he would only have one left.

Then Wu Changkong gestured to Han Li.

Han Li smiled speechlessly.

He looked at the entry card in Wu Changkong's hand, his smile filled with helpless amusement.

"Teacher Wu, you think this little thing can serve as a wager?"

His tone was casual.

As though it was not a Primary Spirit Ascension Platform Entry Card worth over a hundred thousand, but a worthless scrap of paper.

But to Wu Changkong's ears...

Those words were exceptionally grating.

This little thing?

Did he know how much that card was worth?!

Did he know how much he had spent on those three cards?!

Wu Changkong's lips twitched.

But he quickly regained his composure.

"Then what is your wager?"

Han Li spread his hands, his movements casual and natural.

"I didn't want to fight in the first place. You're the ones who wanted to fight."

"Why should I put up a wager?"

His logic was perfectly clear.

From the start, Wu Changkong had initiated this. Wu Changkong had brought Tang Wulin here to challenge him, and Wu Changkong was the one insisting on this fight.

He did not want to fight.

Why should he put up a wager?

Wu Changkong was immediately dumbfounded.

He stood there as his expression changed from calm to blank, then from blank to bewildered.

He wanted to refute him, but he realized Han Li's words...

Were logically flawless.

"Then what if you lose?"

Wu Changkong's voice held a trace of helplessness.

Han Li looked at Wu Changkong in surprise, as though Wu Changkong had asked an incredibly stupid question.

"If I lose, I lose."

"What else could happen?"

A loss was a loss.

It was only a practical combat training match.

Wu Changkong fell silent.

He stood there, his expression changing from bewilderment to contemplation, then from contemplation to complexity.

Han Li's logic had completely tangled him up, and badly at that.

For the moment, he could not find a way out.

Watching from the side, Ye Yingluo finally could not help laughing.

"Teacher Wu."

"This little entry card isn't worth much."

"If you can't bear to part with it, then forget it."

Ye Yingluo's voice was dripping with sarcasm.

Wu Changkong's face immediately turned livid.

At that moment, he desperately wanted to tell Ye Yingluo that the card was not some worthless item.

He had spent a million on it!