Class One! Eastsea's Wu Changkong! Na'er's Dream?

"On my very first day at school, I already owed a massive debt of thirty thousand. From now on, I'll have to work my tail off forging in Eastsea City..."

Holding the thirty-thousand-credit fine notice, Tang Wulin sat in the dormitory like he was on pins and needles. Even now, his fingers would not stop trembling.

Over the past three years, he had forged every day for so long just to save up seventy thousand for a soul spirit. Now, he had to hand over half of it as a fine. Anyone who could keep it together after that would be superhuman.

Tang Wulin climbed down from the top bunk and glanced at Zhou Changxi, who was dozing on the lower bunk. His eyes reddened again.

"Ow—"

With that cry, Zhou Changxi was kicked right onto the floor, where he clutched his head with both hands.

"Serves you right."

Tang Wulin snorted coldly and left the dormitory.

He was more than merely unhappy with Zhou Changxi.

He wanted nothing more than to give him dozens more hard slaps across the face. If it were not for him, Tang Wulin would not be this upset.

Well, that was that. Even if he earned money now, he could not save it to buy heavenly treasures later. He had to pay the compensation first.

"..."

"So even the son of a God King has gone through things like this? Inferiority, obedience, even working himself to the bone without complaint?"

While observing the outside world, Bibi Dong took in everything before her. It was difficult to imagine that a son of a god had been victimized to the point of being fined and forced to pay compensation.

"Maybe his innate potential is too poor, so he can only go along with others at school if he wants anyone to play with him."

"He looks quite determined and hardworking. What a pity... he is Tang San's child."

"His nature was doomed from the very beginning."

Qian Renxue smiled and shook her head. One by one, Tang San's past underhanded deeds surfaced in her mind as she spoke slowly.

If he had inherited Xiao Wu's personality, perhaps it would have been better. He might have been much more hot-tempered, but Tang San's personality was different.

Like father, like son. She would pay special attention to Tang Wulin.

"..."

The next day.

Eastsea Academy's intermediate division.

When Jiang Yan and Gu Yuena arrived at the classroom, many students had already come early.

Among them were Xie Xie and his group, who had arrived ahead of time as well.

"Boss, over here!"

At the back of the classroom, Wei Xiaofeng and the others had specially saved them a two-person seat by the window and called out to them.

"Mm."

Jiang Yan smiled, and the two of them walked over and sat down together.

A few more minutes passed. By the time nearly everyone had arrived, the homeroom teacher appeared last.

He was a man with icy blue hair. He had an excellent physique and stood over 1.9 meters tall, while the coldness on his face resembled the harshest ice in the world.

This man was none other than Eastsea Academy's most renowned teacher, the god of deep affection from ancient Greece, the aloof and melancholic male god—Sky Ice, Wu Changkong.

In Lu Li's eyes, a special information panel had already silently appeared before him—

[Character Information Card: Wu Changkong]

[Martial Soul: Skyfrost Sword. Rank 69 assault-type Soul Emperor. Owner of the two-word battle armor Sky Ice. Disciple of Shrek Academy's Crimson Dragon Douluo Zhuo Shi. Born deeply devoted. Became melancholic for life after his girlfriend's death.]

[Life Traits: Peak Talent (Black), Handsome Appearance (Purple), Devoted (Purple), Hesitant (Blue), Accumulation Over Time (Black), Ill-Fated (Gray), Love-Struck (White)...]

"Teacher Wu is teaching Class One directly?"

"Looks like Class Five won't have anything to do with this time."

Jiang Yan was surprised, but he immediately understood what this meant.

Without Wu Changkong's help and guidance, could Tang Wulin still improve as quickly as he had in the original story?

Teacher Wu's teaching ability was leagues beyond Gangzi's. If Gangzi had to teach, he would run away overnight. But if it were Wu Changkong, Jiang Yan could stay up all night watching him teach a hundred times without sleeping.

"Everyone, quiet down."

"I am Wu Changkong. Starting today, barring any unexpected circumstances, I will remain your homeroom teacher from now on."

At the same time, Wu Changkong slowly spoke from the podium while searching through the crowd for Jiang Yan.

In the end, his gaze naturally settled on the window seat in the back row. After just one look, he found it difficult to look away.

He was not a shallow person, nor did he place much importance on appearance. Yet even so, Jiang Yan's face immediately caught his attention.

Beyond that, there was also the unmistakable, top-tier aura he could not conceal. Jiang Yan was not the sort of genius who hid his brilliance.

He was the kind of person who, even when you knew he was strong, still made you feel the overwhelming pressure of his power the moment you saw him.

"A nine-year-old Soul Elder... no, he broke through again?"

"Jiang Yan is quite an interesting child."

Wu Changkong sensed Jiang Yan's rank 34 cultivation. His expression turned strangely shocked. This feeling of being inferior to neither the old nor the young was truly peculiar.

"So this is Teacher Wu from the intermediate division. They say he is very handsome, and seeing him today, the rumors are indeed true. Though he is still quite a ways behind Boss, he is undeniably a handsome man."

Wei Xiaofeng's gaze fell on Wu Changkong, and a hint of interest flashed through his eyes as he thought to himself.

Most of the others thought similarly.

As Class One, the class with the highest overall standard in the intermediate division, most of its students had come up from the primary division. They had heard rumors about Teacher Wu, but...

They had also seen Jiang Yan countless times.

If they had to choose between the two, they should not bully Teacher Wu. After all, a character model freak and a naturally godlike face were still very different things.

"Why have you started talking again? Next, introduce yourselves one by one in order from right to left."

"We'll start with this student."

Wu Changkong casually looked toward a student in the crowd and pointed at the nearest one.

"My name is Zhang Linlin. My Martial Soul is Earth. I am a rank 15 control-type elemental Soul Master! My dream is to become the best earth-type Soul Master in the world, a super-powerful Soul Master."

"My name is Ma Xiaotiao. My Martial Soul is Bouncing Bomb. I am a rank 16 assault-type battle Soul Master. I guess I barely count as a mage? My dream is to become the happiest Soul Master in the world. My family loves me very much."

"My name is Bai Fan. My Martial Soul is Pegasus. I am a rank 16 assault-type beast Soul Master. My dream is to become the Prince Charming in his heart..."

"..."

The students introduced themselves one after another. Before long, it reached several seats beside Jiang Yan.

"Xie Xie. My Martial Souls are the Light Dragon Dagger and Shadow Dragon Dagger. I am a rank 24 agility-type Soul Grandmaster. My dream is to become the fastest man in the world!"

"My name is Wei Xiaofeng. My Martial Soul is the Azure Shadow Serpent. I am a rank 23 agility-type Soul Grandmaster. My dream is to become the strongest serpent-type Soul Master."

"My name is Wang Jinxi. My Martial Soul is the Bone Dragon King. I am a rank 23 assault-type Soul Grandmaster. My dream is to improve alongside Yangzi."

"I am Zhang Yangzi. My Martial Soul is the Dark Illusory Demon Eagle. I am a rank 23 assault-type Soul Grandmaster. My dream is for Jinxi and me to keep getting better together."

The three Soul Grand Masters, all far beyond their peers, instantly stirred up a wave of commotion throughout the class when their voices rang out.

At Eastsea Academy, where one could graduate upon reaching Soul Grandmaster, this level of cultivation already carried considerable weight—especially in the eyes of these children.

Then Jiang Yan, seated behind Wei Xiaofeng, stood up.

"Jiang Yan. My Martial Soul is the Holy Dragon King. I am a rank 34 assault-type battle Soul Elder. My dream is..."

"To live happily with the people by my side."

His expression was utterly calm as he spoke with a smile.

"..."

Upon hearing that, Gu Yuena's large eyes moved slightly, and she giggled.

"Huh?"

"Rank thirty-four!"

"How did God Jiang break through again for no reason?!"

The students in the class clearly did not care about his dream. The only thing they truly cared about was his cultivation!

Reaching Soul Elder was already outrageous enough, but advancing another rank so easily within the Soul Elder realm was obviously even more outrageous!

Jiang Yan, you are simply not human!

The one who cared most about his words was naturally Gu Yuena, who had been like a little fangirl beside him the whole time and had not dared to look away for even a second.

"Gu Yuena. My Martial Soul is the Elemental Dragon King. I am a rank 16 one-ring Soul Master. My dream is..."

"To become someone as amazing as Brother."

Gu Yuena glanced at Lu Li beside her. A lovely smile spread across her face as she spoke each word clearly.

Yet in her heart, she silently added:

Not just to become very amazing together with Brother.

I also want to grow up with him and never be apart.

"Then I'll make one more wish."

"I hope your dream comes true."

Jiang Yan smiled gently as he looked at the adorable girl.

Cultivating and becoming stronger, striking at the abyss, revitalizing the dragon clan...

There were still many things he had to do.

If Na'er could truly catch up to him someday, that would be good too. At the very least, he would have the strongest partner by his side.

A partner he would protect for the rest of his life.

And not merely a partner.

"..."

"Is this kid here to study, or to become some kind of girl-chasing king? Look how utterly smitten that little girl is."

From the podium, Wu Changkong watched Jiang Yan and Gu Yuena chatting and let out a helpless sigh.

What had the world come to?