Classroom · Undercurrents

Classroom.

First lesson.

The teacher stood at the podium in a gray robe, his gaze sharp as he swept it across the room.

"Practical combat drill."

"Pairs."

A stir rose below.

Quan Cangtian sat in the last row without moving.

Huo Yuhao sat beside him, tense.

"What are you nervous about?"

"Not... not nervous."

"Your hands are shaking."

Huo Yuhao pulled his hands back.

The teacher began assigning pairs.

"Wang Dong, Huo Yuhao."

Their names were placed together.

Wang Dong sat on the other side. At the sound of their names, her brow twitched.

She said nothing.

Huo Yuhao froze.

He and Wang Dong were a pair?

Last night's resonance still lingered in his mind.

That feeling had been strange. Like two currents of water meeting in the air.

He looked at Wang Dong.

Wang Dong did not look at him.

"Next pair..."

The teacher continued reading.

Quan Cangtian listened.

Memories from his transmigration.

Huo Yuhao and Wang Dong.

The precursor to Martial Soul Fusion.

The Light Goddess Butterfly and the Spirit Eye.

He said nothing.

He merely looked out the window.

The sunlight was bright.

Martial Arts Arena.

An open plaza.

The students stood in two rows.

Their opponents were two upperclassmen.

One was Level 17, and the other was Level 18.

Higher than Huo Yuhao, lower than Wang Dong.

Wang Dong stood in front.

Her pinkish-blue short hair was tied into a ponytail, exposing her neck.

Her skin was fair.

Huo Yuhao stood behind her.

"You..."

Wang Dong spoke.

"Don't hold me back."

Cold.

But not as cold as she had been last night.

"I won't."

Huo Yuhao said.

Wang Dong said nothing more.

The two upperclassmen across from them laughed.

"Freshmen?"

"Level 16 and Level 19."

"Interesting."

They did not take Huo Yuhao seriously.

Wang Dong said nothing either.

She raised her hand.

The phantom image of the Light Goddess Butterfly emerged behind her.

Blue light, butterfly wings, beautiful.

Huo Yuhao closed his eyes.

His Spirit Eye opened.

A pale golden glow flowed through his pupils.

Mental Detection spread out.

He could sense the positions of the two opponents, the flow of their Soul Power, and the paths of their attacks.

"The one on the left will move first."

He spoke quietly.

Wang Dong heard him.

"Mm."

The one on the left moved.

He charged over.

Fast.

But Huo Yuhao saw him even more clearly.

"In three seconds, dodge left."

Wang Dong dodged left.

She avoided it perfectly.

The opponent missed.

"The one on the right is about to use a Soul Skill."

Wang Dong turned.

The wings of the Light Goddess Butterfly flapped.

Blue light rippled outward.

The opponent's Soul Skill was blocked.

"Now."

Huo Yuhao opened his eyes.

"Attack the one on the left."

Wang Dong rushed forward.

The Light Goddess Butterfly's wings turned into Light Blades.

Slash.

The one on the left was sent flying.

He hit the ground.

He could not get back up.

"The one on the right is going to run."

Huo Yuhao said.

Wang Dong turned.

The Light Blade slashed again.

The one on the right was sent flying as well.

Both of them were down.

The surroundings went quiet for two seconds.

Then—

"Holy shit!"

"That coordination..."

"Too fast!"

"That Spirit Eye... Mental Detection?"

"That Level 19 one... so strong!"

Wang Dong withdrew her Martial Soul.

Her pinkish-blue eyes glanced at Huo Yuhao.

"Your Mental Detection."

She paused.

"It's strong."

Huo Yuhao froze.

It was the first time Wang Dong had taken the initiative to speak to him.

"Your Martial Soul."

He said.

"Is strong too."

Wang Dong said nothing more.

She turned and walked back to the group.

But the corner of her mouth moved.

Just slightly.

Quan Cangtian stood at the back.

He had seen it.

The cooperation between Huo Yuhao and Wang Dong.

That kind of tacit understanding.

They did not need words.

One glance, one sentence, and that was enough.

A precursor to Martial Soul Fusion.

He said nothing.

Cafeteria.

Noon.

Quan Cangtian and Huo Yuhao sat in a corner.

Huo Yuhao was still thinking about the practical fight.

"How did it feel?"

Quan Cangtian asked.

"Her Martial Soul."

Huo Yuhao said.

"It's very special."

"The Light Goddess Butterfly."

Quan Cangtian said.

Huo Yuhao froze.

"How did you know?"

"Guess."

Quan Cangtian did not explain.

He picked up his chopsticks and continued eating.

Huo Yuhao looked at him.

The Young Patriarch knew many things.

But he did not ask.

They ate.

Wang Dong sat down on the other side.

She was alone.

No one around her dared approach.

Level 19.

Too strong.

She took a few bites and looked up.

She saw Huo Yuhao and Quan Cangtian.

Her pink-blue eyes flickered.

Then she withdrew her gaze.

And continued eating.

But her chopsticks paused for a moment.

Dormitory.

Night.

Wang Dong lay on her bed.

She was not asleep.

Her mind was filled with today's practical combat.

That Spirit Eye boy.

Mental Detection.

It was powerful.

And incredibly precise.

"Three seconds from now, dodge left."

"The one on the right is about to use a Soul Skill."

"Now."

Every word had come at exactly the right moment.

Working together with him had felt comfortable.

More comfortable than working with anyone she had ever encountered before.

That feeling...

It was like finding her other half.

She shook her head.

No.

She could not think like that.

She was a girl disguised as a boy.

She had secrets.

She could not let anyone find out.

But that Spirit Eye...

She turned over.

Her back faced Huo Yuhao and Quan Cangtian.

Her pink-blue eyelashes trembled.

And that six-year-old child.

The Quan Family Young Patriarch.

Level 15.

Six years old.

That kind of talent...

It was not simple.

And the way he looked at her.

It was unlike everyone else.

Others either looked at her with awe or curiosity.

But the way he looked at her...

It was as though he knew everything.

It made her a little uncomfortable.

But she could not explain why.

Quan Cangtian lay on his bed.

His eyes closed.

Within his Consciousness Sea, the two seeds continued to tremble.

Destruction.

Abundance.

Conflict.

Yet balance.

He said nothing.

He merely thought about what had happened today.

The coordination between Huo Yuhao and Wang Dong.

The sign of Martial Soul Fusion.

Tang San's daughter.

The memories of a transmigrator told him that Wang Dong had two souls.

One belonged to Tang Wutong's true body, while the other belonged to Wang Dong'er.

But he did not expose it.

It was not yet time.

He opened his eyes.

Moonlight shone outside the window.

Spilling in.

Falling across the floor.

"Young Patriarch."

Huo Yuhao's voice.

"Hmm?"

"Today... thank you."

"For what?"

"For putting Wang Dong and me in the same group."

"I wasn't the one who assigned the groups."

"But... if it weren't for you, I wouldn't have had any contact with Wang Dong."

Quan Cangtian said nothing.

After a while.

"Cultivate well."

"Yes."

Huo Yuhao closed his eyes.

And continued cultivating.

His Spirit Eye opened slightly.

A pale golden glow flowed within it.

Wang Dong was cultivating as well.

But she did not dare release her Martial Soul.

She was afraid of exposing her identity.

So she merely lay there quietly.

Three people.

One dormitory.

Different thoughts.

Different purposes.

But from this day on, their fates would become more tightly intertwined.

The next morning.

The class assignments were announced.

Class One.

Wang Dong, Huo Yuhao, and Quan Cangtian.

People around them were all discussing it.

"The three of them are in the same class?"

"That class is way too strong!"

"Class One is going to be unstoppable this year!"

Quan Cangtian turned around.

"Let's go."

"To the classroom."

Huo Yuhao nodded.

And followed.

After a while, Wang Dong also walked over.

She said nothing.

She simply walked behind them.

Her short pink-blue hair swayed faintly in the morning light.

Quan Cangtian did not turn around.

But he knew.

Huo Yuhao and Wang Dong's Martial Soul Fusion was close.

And he only needed to watch.

Wait for the right moment.

Then—

Change everything.

He entered the classroom.

And sat in the last row.

Huo Yuhao sat beside him.

Wang Dong sat on his other side.

Three people, one classroom.

The teacher walked in.

And began the lesson.

Quan Cangtian closed his eyes.

Within his Consciousness Sea, the two seeds continued to tremble.

Destruction.

Abundance.

Conflict.

Yet balance.

He murmured something.

Only he could hear it.

"Martial Soul Fusion..."

"Soon."