Wu Changkong Forcefully Seizes a Spot! Long Hengxu: "Who Made the Descendants of Heroes Bleed and Weep?"

Lin Yan did not read the rest.

He stared at the screen, his heart sinking to rock bottom.

Enrollment canceled. Spot transferred.

Those two short lines were like two knives, plunging into his chest one after the other.

He stood before the stove, the hand holding his communicator suspended in midair for a long while before finally lowering it.

His life was over.

The entire Soul Master resource system had long been monopolized jointly by the Spirit Transmission Tower and the academies, with the number of Soul Masters strictly controlled.

Without connections, it was simply impossible to get a Soul Ring over a thousand years approved.

Without entering an academy or joining a faction, the road ahead was a dead end.

Unless he followed in the footsteps of his father, who had died young, and enlisted in the Alliance Legion as cannon fodder.

But even enlisting required him to be a Soul Master first.

Not even being a Soul Master, at his age, he could not even find a proper job.

He slowly lowered his communicator. His fingers unconsciously tightened, his knuckles turning white.

Another bout of flopping came from the pot.

Gu Yue did not know what this human had seen.

She only knew that the youth who had just been poking at her with chopsticks—

Was now radiating a despair that seeped from the depths of his bones.

She carefully pushed away the pair of chopsticks with her tiny claws, huddled against the rim of the pot, and raised her head to stare at Lin Yan.

She wanted to act fierce but did not dare to. All she could do was force out a few soft, childish hisses from her throat, the tip of her tail stretched ramrod straight.

She was trembling all over in fright, her scales standing on end like a drenched cat with puffed-up fur.

Yet she still stubbornly clung to the last shred of the Silver Dragon King's dignity, refusing to fully lie down.

Meanwhile, at the East Sea Academy Academic Affairs Office.

"Director Long, I've come to apologize to you."

Wu Changkong stood before the desk. His tone was polite, but his posture was anything but.

Both hands were tucked into his trench coat pockets, his chin slightly raised. His usually arrogant eyes were practically growing out of the top of his head.

Long Hengxu sat behind the desk, the smile on his face stiffening.

He had served as Academic Affairs Director for more than a decade. What sort of people had he not seen?

People like Wu Changkong.

He came from that place, had reached the six-ring Soul Emperor realm at twenty-six, and even the academy principal had to weigh his words when speaking to him.

Naturally, Long Hengxu did not dare offend him either.

"Ha ha, Teacher Wu, you're being too serious. Just tell me what you need."

Long Hengxu forced a smile.

"It's like this."

Wu Changkong drew a file from the inner pocket of his trench coat, casually placed it on the desk, and pushed it toward Long Hengxu.

"I have my eye on a student. Her aptitude is excellent, and she fully meets the qualifications for admission to East Sea Academy."

"However, it seems she missed the registration deadline. I'd like to ask you to make a special exception—preferably assign her to Class Five, so I can teach her personally."

When he said the word "ask," his tone did not fluctuate in the slightest.

Long Hengxu took the file, opened it, and glanced through it. His brows gradually furrowed.

"Teacher Wu, that may be rather inconvenient."

"The academy has strict limits on the number of students in each intake. If she missed the registration deadline, she can only wait until next year."

"You know the Federation is very strict about enrollment management these days..."

"Wasn't there a spot specially approved for admission this year?"

Wu Changkong interrupted him, his tone calm.

"That descendant of the military. He still hasn't come to school after all this time, and I heard he hasn't even paid the tuition. Not long ago, he was hospitalized for mushroom poisoning after eating wild mushrooms to save money, and it even made the news."

He paused, the corners of his mouth curling slightly downward.

"Use his spot instead."

Long Hengxu's hand froze.

He raised his head and looked at Wu Changkong's utterly impassive face, momentarily at a loss for words.

"This... wouldn't that be inappropriate?"

Long Hengxu set down the file and carefully chose his words.

"That child is, after all, the descendant of a martyr. His father died on the Abyssal Battlefield."

"The mushroom poisoning incident was already reported by the media not long ago, and public opinion is still watching."

"If anything else goes wrong and the media writes something like, 'Who made the descendants of heroes bleed and weep,' then I, as the director..."

He did not finish, but his meaning was already clear.

No one wanted to take the blame.

Wu Changkong's eyes narrowed slightly.

He did not get angry, and the expression on his face barely changed, but the temperature in the office seemed to drop several degrees out of nowhere.

The hairs on the back of Long Hengxu's neck stood up.

It was the instinctive vigilance of a Soul Master facing a higher-level powerhouse.

"Director Long."

Wu Changkong's voice was soft.

"I looked into it. That student's family owes five hundred thousand, he can't even afford a Soul Spirit, and he still isn't even a Soul Master."

"The minimum admission requirement of East Sea Academy is Soul Master cultivation."

He stepped forward, braced both hands against the edge of the desk, and looked down at Long Hengxu.

"Why should someone who isn't even a Soul Master hog a spot and do nothing with it?"

Long Hengxu's Adam's apple bobbed.

What Wu Changkong said was true.

Although East Sea Academy was not a top academy like Shrek, it was not a charity either.

A student without even a Soul Ring would merely be wasting a spot even if his enrollment was retained.

And honestly, he had also reviewed the file of that child named Lin Yan.

His Martial Soul was a useless Martial Soul, though his innate soul power was indeed full.

But he had failed to obtain even a single Soul Ring in two years. In a place like Donghai City, that basically amounted to a death sentence.

No matter how much he struggled, he would never stir up any waves.

"Director Long."

Wu Changkong straightened up. His tone suddenly softened, even carrying a faint, almost imperceptible smile.

"I've begged you like this and even apologized to you. You wouldn't deny me even this little favor, would you?"

Though he was smiling, there was not the slightest trace of amusement in his eyes.

Long Hengxu was silent for a long time.

The only sound in the office was the second hand of the wall clock ticking on, click after click.

"...True enough."

He finally spoke, his voice somewhat hoarse.

"That spot has indeed been vacant for too long. Rather than waste it, it's better to give it to a student with real potential."

He reached for the keyboard, his fingers pausing over the keys as though making one final struggle.

Then he sighed.

"What is that student's name? I'll enter her into the enrollment system for you."

The corners of Wu Changkong's mouth lifted slightly. He pulled a form from the file folder and handed it over.

Long Hengxu took it, his gaze sweeping over the information.

"Gu Yue, female, soul power cultivation level fifteen... Martial Soul: Elemental Envoy?"

He froze, his brows knitting tightly together.

"Elemental Envoy? What kind of Martial Soul is that?"

The Martial Soul description field on the form contained only the three words "Elemental Envoy."

There was no detailed attribute description, no elemental type, and no awakening-level assessment.

That was nearly unheard of on an enrollment form.

"Her situation is rather special."

Wu Changkong clearly did not wish to explain further, his tone returning to its former coldness.

"Director Long only needs to enter the information. As for her aptitude, I have personally tested it. She fully meets the requirements."

Long Hengxu opened his mouth, but in the end, he did not press further.

He opened the enrollment system and moved the mouse across the screen.

A search box popped up in the system interface, and he typed in the two characters: "Lin Yan."