Tang San: This Child's Talent is Insufficient! Chen Ye: Scram!

The man finished speaking, stood up, and turned to leave without a word.

Yun Luo glanced at him but did not stop him. Only after the man had departed did Yun Luo stand up, his eyes fixed on the man's retreating back.

At this moment, within the man's spiritual sea, a Chen Ye with an expression of extreme gloom stood silently.

He had not altered the man's memories, nor had he exerted any influence upon him.

The purpose of this virtual persona was simple: to seek out the man's accomplices, namely the higher-ups of the Holy Spirit Cult.

Part of his scheme targeted the Demon Emperor; he intended to graft the madness characteristic of The Hanged Man onto her.

Therefore, he naturally had to make preparations now, beginning to infiltrate the entire Holy Spirit Cult step by step.

The afternoon classes passed quickly, and because everyone was so motivated, Wu Zhangkong uncharacteristically canceled the evening remedial session.

As soon as school let out, Na'er and Gu Yue vanished, having run off somewhere unknown.

Xie Xie and Wei Xiaofeng also prepared to head out for dinner.

At this moment, only Chen Ye and Tang Wulin remained in the cafeteria.

The two chatted, smiles gracing their faces.

Chen Ye's gaze fell upon Tang Wulin from time to time; he was not looking at Tang Wulin himself, but at Old Tang within him.

Although Old Tang's consciousness had been hijacked, it was recovering along with the unsealing of the first seal, though this consciousness remained extremely weak.

After these days of recovery, Old Tang had barely managed to regain his will.

Chen Ye could already sense Old Tang's consciousness awakening, yet compared to before, it was growing increasingly feeble.

It could not even be described as weak; the consciousness was so faint that it was barely able to maintain the level of a God King.

[What is happening? Why is my divine sense so weak?]

[Wulin is clearly fine, and I have already unlocked the first seal for him, so why is it like this?]

Listening to Old Tang's inner voice, Chen Ye's expression remained calm.

At this time, Tang Wulin's eating slowed down significantly; clearly, he too had sensed that Old Tang was beginning to wake.

[Old Tang, are you awake?]

[I have just awakened. What is the situation now? Did I fall into a deep slumber before?]

[Yes, Old Tang. Ever since the first seal was unlocked, you haven't appeared, and no matter how I called out to you, there was no response.]

Tang Wulin thought to himself, his tone laced with curiosity.

On the other side, Old Tang fell silent.

His divine sense was filled with confusion; he could not understand why his consciousness had fallen into such inexplicable decline after the first seal was unlocked, when it should have strengthened instead.

This was beyond his comprehension, and he lacked the memories of his previous clash with Chen Ye, as those had been taken by Chen Ye as well.

Watching the bewildered Old Tang and Tang Wulin, a faint smile touched Chen Ye's lips. His eyes flickered slightly, and a glimmer of light streaked through his pale golden pupils.

He had stripped away his Dragon of Imagination martial soul and the authority he possessed within his body, retaining only the state of the Dragon of the Mind.

Moreover, this was an incomplete Dragon of the Mind, possessing a significant flaw.

Because he had been acting strangely, Chen Ye had already guessed that once Old Tang recovered, Tang Wulin would surely ask him about his situation.

As Chen Ye expected, after the two exchanged a few brief words, Tang Wulin's gaze stole a glance at Chen Ye, and he immediately asked Old Tang in his heart:

[Old Tang, this is Chen Ye, my big brother. His martial soul is somewhat bizarre. Can you see what kind of martial soul it is?]

[His martial soul is very strange. He says it's a Dark Phoenix, but I always feel it isn't that.]

Tang Wulin asked while secretly watching Chen Ye, his guilt nearly impossible to conceal.

If Chen Ye hadn't been looking down, pretending to eat, he would have been exposed long ago.

As Tang Wulin inquired, the Old Tang within him turned his gaze toward Chen Ye.

A divine sense belonging to a God King descended. This sense was extremely subtle; had it not been Chen Ye, a normal student would never have detected it.

Sensing that divine sense sweep over him, a faint smile flashed across Chen Ye's face, and he heard Old Tang say gloomily to Tang Wulin:

[His martial soul is slightly peculiar, but its potential is extremely low.]

[It is a very strange dragon-type martial soul, appearing almost as if it lacks a physical form. I have never seen such a dragon-type martial soul before, but I imagine it should have no potential.]

[Wulin, you can rest assured; his potential is definitely not as great as yours. Possessing the Golden Dragon King, you are the strongest of the dragon bloodline. Any dragon-type martial soul will be suppressed by you!]

Old Tang's voice carried a note of absolute certainty.

Hearing Old Tang's words, Tang Wulin froze for a moment, then stole another glance at Chen Ye.

[Could Brother Chen Ye have twin martial souls? That seems to explain it. If Brother Chen Ye didn't have innate full soul power, how could his cultivation speed be so fast?]

Listening to Tang Wulin's inner thoughts, Chen Ye sat there calmly eating his meal.

To be honest, listening to others' inner thoughts was quite an enjoyable experience.

However, just as Chen Ye was enjoying himself, the cafeteria door was kicked open with a violent crash.

Chen Ye hadn't paid much mind when the door was first kicked open, but the next second, several sets of footsteps headed straight in their direction.

Hearing the footsteps, Tang Wulin also looked up; his seat faced the restaurant entrance directly, allowing him to see the figures approaching.

Seeing the people walking toward them, Tang Wulin's brows furrowed deeply.

Noticing the helpless, vexed emotion in Tang Wulin's eyes, Chen Ye also turned his head slightly to look toward the door.

Leading the group at the entrance was a girl with long orange hair; while her appearance wasn't drop-dead gorgeous, she was certainly a beauty in the making.

She stood there with her arms crossed, exuding quite an imposing aura, with three boys following closely behind her.

The three boys didn't hesitate, walking straight toward Tang Wulin.

Watching this scene, Tang Wulin stood up, golden scales slowly covering his left hand as a trace of anger flickered in his eyes.

Seeing the tense, hair-trigger atmosphere, Chen Ye also stood up and placed a hand directly on Tang Wulin's shoulder.

Tang Wulin was stunned for a moment, only to see Chen Ye—the brother he had always held in high regard—wearing a gentle smile as he pressed him back down into his seat.

"Wulin, let me tell you something: you can't just think about resorting to force to solve problems. If something can be resolved peacefully, then resolve it peacefully."

"Before taking action, we must first ask for the other party's opinion. Jumping straight to violence isn't a very good choice."

The smile on Chen Ye's face left Tang Wulin somewhat bewildered, as in his mind, this Brother Chen Ye of his was not the type to have such a friendly personality.