Ex-Girlfriend Sword

"So that makes me a super-great-grandfather. I'm still Tang Wulin's great-grandfather, then."

"You could put it that way."

"..."

Just as they arrived at the classroom, the bell rang.

Accompanied by the bell, Wu Changkong, dressed in white with blue hair, entered the room and stood on the podium, his cold gaze sweeping across the class.

Then, he looked toward Gu Yue and the other newcomer.

"Introduce yourselves."

Wu Changkong stood in a corner of the classroom with his arms folded, making room for the two of them.

"My name is Gu Yue. My martial soul is Element Envoy." Gu Yue's red lips parted as she introduced herself first, her voice as cool and aloof as she was.

Element Envoy.

Wu Changkong frowned slightly. Even he, with his broad knowledge and Shrek background, had never heard of such a martial soul.

A small murmur rose in the classroom. They were discussing not only her martial soul, but also Gu Yue's breathtaking beauty and temperament.

At their age, boys and girls were especially prone to youthful stirrings. Aside from cultivation, these were the things they cared about most.

Xie Xie turned around and whispered, "Brother Xun, can I pursue her?"

"No." Lin Xun shook his head decisively.

"Why?"

Faced with Xie Xie's question, Lin Xun fell silent for a moment before slowly uttering three words. "She's a dragon."

"..."

Xie Xie said speechlessly, "Brother Xun, if you want to keep her all to yourself, just say so. I'm not competing with you anyway. Besides, for a beauty of that caliber, I know my own limits."

Lin Xun sighed.

These days, lies could be told, pretty words could be told, but the truth simply could not be told.

He had not only seen dragons—he had ridden one, too.

"My name is Tang Wulin. My soul power is level eleven, and my martial soul is... Blue Silver Grass." Tang Wulin sounded somewhat restrained, speaking very quietly.

"What?" Zhou Changxi had a booming voice. His instinctive question was heard clearly by the entire class.

"Yun Xiao, what martial soul did he say? I didn't catch it."

Before Yun Xiao could answer, Tang Wulin raised his voice and said again, "Blue Silver Grass."

"Blue Silver Grass?" Zhou Changxi froze slightly. "That trash martial soul can cultivate to level eleven?"

The words were unintentional, but they still hurt.

Tang Wulin looked a little embarrassed.

Crash!

But the brief awkwardness was immediately shattered by a muffled thud. Zhou Changxi, who had just spoken, somehow fell hard to the floor.

Lin Xun, who had just withdrawn his foot on the right side, wore a relaxed expression as though nothing had happened. Facing everyone's gazes, he said calmly, "His chair was crooked. I helped straighten it out."

Zhou Changxi: "..."

It was only natural for him to stand up for his great-grandson.

No matter what, Lin Xun was still his great-grandfather.

As for whether they were related by blood?

People even grew attached to raising Calabash Brothers, let alone an actual person.

In truth, he did not have any particular feelings for them. He had always maintained a normal attitude toward the Tang family—neither mindlessly targeting them nor deliberately supporting them. His only goal was his grand breakup plan. As long as they did not interfere with him, whatever trouble Tang Buddha and his family stirred up had nothing to do with him.

Besides, when he had taken Tang Hao as his adopted son back then, it had purely been for the thrill of hearing Tang San call him Grandpa as his grandson.

Wu Changkong did not say anything. He merely said briefly, "Find an empty seat and sit down."

By sheer coincidence, there were exactly two empty seats in the class. One was to the left of Young Master Xie, while the other was at the desk to Lin Xun's right.

"No way." Lin Xun's expression stiffened as a bad feeling suddenly rose within him.

Sure enough, Tang Wulin sat beside Xie Xie, while the cool and aloof girl walked gracefully in Lin Xun's direction.

As the girl sat down, a cold, fruity fragrance wafted into Lin Xun's nose. Yet rather than finding it refreshing, he felt slightly uncomfortable.

It was not quite like sitting on pins and needles.

But sitting beside an ex-girlfriend—especially one he had broken up with so abruptly—inevitably made him feel a little... guilty.

Gu Yue raised an eyebrow slightly and looked over, her gaze examining him from head to toe.

Lin Xun's composure was impeccable, and his expression remained calm. Sensing her gaze, he turned to look at her as well. Meeting those dark eyes, he gave a slight nod.

That counted as a greeting.

It was hard to imagine that a former couple, who should have been utterly incompatible, could sit together so calmly after ten thousand years.

Of course, all of this depended on Lin Xun's identity remaining undiscovered.

Back then, they had issued a Star Dou Pursuit Order, hunting him across the entire Star Dou.

Just thinking about it now made his scalp tingle.

At present, he was no match for her. He was not even enough to fill that damn silver dragon fish's teeth. As a late-game hero, he still needed more time to develop.

He needed to eat a couple more mid-lane waves.

After that, Gu Yue quietly listened to the lesson and did not display anything unusual.

"System, what was the plot of Soul Land: Legend of the Dragon King again? I've almost completely forgotten it."

The basic Soul Master knowledge taught in class was far too simple for Lin Xun. Besides, he needed something to distract himself. He still was not quite used to sitting beside his ex-girlfriend.

Still, he had long felt that he should brush up on the plot. He remembered that Tang Wulin had enrolled from the very beginning, yet here he had suddenly transferred in midway.

Though that might have been because of him, the little butterfly effect. But it also reminded him that he had truly forgotten quite a few plot details.

"Electronic comic edition, for host viewing only: three hundred System Points."

"You're greedier than Roosevelt. And it's not like I'm some capitalist."

Lin Xun complained, but he still bought it through gritted teeth. Yet the moment he looked at it, he felt that something was off.

"No, what the hell is this?"

Projected onto the desktop was a blue electronic comic that only he could see. But to his surprise, the instant he opened to the first page, he nearly had to wash his eyes.

Lin Xun's expression turned strange. He had opened it immediately without noticing the title. When he flipped back, his gaze froze.

"Douluo Jade Chronicle?"

"...Host, if I said it was an accident, would you believe me?"

Lin Xun: "..."

If you wanted to read it, just say so.

Wu Changkong spent roughly half the class on cultural studies before abruptly pausing.

"For the remaining half of class, we'll head to the outdoor field for practical combat and select participants for the Promotion Tournament."

The Promotion Tournament was an old tradition at Donghai Academy, so it needed no further introduction. After all, who knew how many transmigrator seniors had started out from here?

"Brother Xun, look over there!"

Naturally, there were more than just Class Five students on the field. Quite a few students from other practical combat classes, or those without class, were strolling around or exercising.

Following the direction Xie Xie pointed, he saw a girl running along the track. Her orange-red hair was tied into a high ponytail, her school uniform jacket knotted around her waist, and her tight pants accentuated her long, straight legs.

It was none other than the goddess of the senior division, Ouyang Zixin.

"Your ex-girlfriend," Zhou Changxi said as he sidled over, waggling his brows.

"Don't even think about disturbing my Dao heart!" Lin Xun shoved Zhou Changxi's chubby little face aside, then declared solemnly, "I will heed Director Long's teachings without fail, purify my heart and curb my desires. I'll focus on studying and cultivating, and absolutely won't mess around with any nonsense."

Zhou Changxi and Xie Xie exchanged a glance, then both helplessly spread their hands.

This was nothing like what he had been saying before class earlier.

When Ouyang Zixin ran past Class Five along the track, she did not so much as glance sideways, as if she had never known Lin Xun.

"That's good too."

Lin Xun let out a slight sigh of relief. This was also the outcome he most wanted to see. They would both be well and leave each other alone.

What he did not notice was that, not far away, the cool black-haired girl stared at his back and narrowed her eyes slightly.

"Zhou Changxi versus Tang Wulin, Gu Yue versus Yun Xiao, Lin Xun versus Xie Xie..."

The class had an even number of students, so Wu Changkong casually paired everyone up.

"Come on, Brother Xun. I can't match you when it comes to being a player, but fighting is another matter entirely. Hehehe."

Xie Xie was eager to try and asked, "If I win, Brother Xun, can you teach me another one of the Eighteen Forms of Romance?"

"I'll give you a secret manual even if you lose." Lin Xun raised a brow. "Just don't start crying surrender later."

As soon as he finished speaking, two Soul Rings rose beneath him—both of them purple, thousand-year Soul Rings!

Specks of light gathered in Lin Xun's hand, gradually condensing into a garishly pink longsword.

This sword was called... the Ex-Girlfriend Sword!