The Mysterious Soul Tool Communication Number

"All right, stop shouting. Class is starting!"

At Eastsea Academy, Class Five, Wu Zhangkong walked into the classroom. Seeing that it was still somewhat noisy, he immediately spoke coldly.

"Clatter—"

"Bang—"

At the cold-faced god's words, all kinds of page-turning and desk-and-chair collisions immediately rang out throughout the classroom.

Clearly, under his high-pressure teaching, everyone in Class Five knew that he was no pushover, so none of them dared to provoke him.

"Now that everyone's quiet, I'll announce something first."

Unexpectedly, Wu Zhangkong did not begin the lesson right away. Instead, he tapped the blackboard and wrote down a string of numbers.

"This is a Soul Tool communication number. The dean gave it to me, and the teachers of the other classes know about it as well. If anyone feels their talent isn't enough to go far on the path of a Soul Master, if your family is short on money, or if you're interested in Soul Tools, you can call it after school."

As he spoke, Wu Zhangkong suddenly raised his voice. "Of course, I don't know whose number this is either, so you must treat it with caution. It's best to discuss it with your parents beforehand. Also, report it to me."

Listening to Wu Zhangkong's baffling words, everyone in Class Five exchanged glances. In the end, they even suppressed their fear of Wu Zhangkong and began discussing it in low voices.

Wu Zhangkong raised an eyebrow but did not immediately silence them. After all, even he had found the information baffling when he had just learned it from Yu Zhen.

Ten seconds later, he clapped his hands, interrupting their discussion. "All right, I know you're curious, but this is class time. So be quiet. Save anything you want to say for after class. Otherwise, you'll run twenty extra laps this afternoon!"

Sure enough, the punishment of twenty extra laps immediately brought the discussion to a halt.

Wu Zhangkong nodded. "Good. Next, turn to page 108 of your History of Soul Masters textbook..."

Time flew, and soon the class bell rang.

Wu Zhangkong did not keep them late. He closed his book, said that class was over, and left on his own.

As soon as he stepped over the threshold, heated discussion erupted in Class Five.

Xie Xie immediately nudged Tang Wulin beside him. "Hey, Wulin, who do you think that number belongs to? They made it sound so mysterious."

Tang Wulin shot him an annoyed glance. "Even you, the young master, don't know. How would I know? And you still have the nerve to ask me."

"Hey... I'm just curious." Xie Xie chuckled twice before suddenly adding, "Come to think of it, aren't you short on money? Why don't you give it a try?"

"Me?" Tang Wulin pointed at himself, momentarily at a loss for words.

But he really was rather short on money. After all, he had borrowed two hundred and fifty thousand Federation coins from Big Brother Mo Yuan.

With his forging skills, he would probably be able to pay it back soon. Still, if he had a chance to earn more money, there was no harm in giving it a try.

"Then... I'll give it a try after school, too," Tang Wulin said.

"Great! Since you're going, this young master will reluctantly accompany you." Xie Xie patted him on the shoulder with a grin.

"Give me a break..." Tang Wulin curled his lips. "I think you're curious too. You're just too embarrassed to admit it."

"Aw, don't worry about it. I'm accompanying you, after all. What do you think? Pretty brotherly of me, right?" Xie Xie continued teasing him with his usual lack of decorum.

Suddenly, he cautiously glanced at another corner of the classroom, then leaned toward Tang Wulin's ear and whispered, "Hey, that total psycho was looking at you again just now. Didn't you notice? If you ask me, she might really be interested in you. After all, you're so pretty, and quite a few girls secretly envy you."

"Huh?" Tang Wulin was stunned. Then he slapped Xie Xie on the kidney. "Cut it out. You still dare to call her that? Aren't you afraid she'll beat you up again? Have you already forgotten how badly she thrashed you last time?"

Besides...

Tang Wulin also cautiously glanced at the silver-haired figure over there, only to meet her gaze. He quickly lowered his head and swallowed.

Of course he knew that she often looked at him. He wasn't an idiot. But why did he always feel that her gaze was strange?

It was as if she were looking at food...

Tang Wulin violently shook his head, tossing the frightening thought out of his mind.

"Tang Wulin, Tang Wulin, what are you thinking..."

"Wulin, what did you say?"

"N-nothing..." Tang Wulin answered hesitantly. "I was just thinking, how could she possibly like me? Look at her—she's so beautiful, obviously the daughter of a great clan. And she has the legendary top-tier Martial Soul, Silver Dragon. She's already a three-ring Soul Elder at such a young age. I'm just a Blue Silver Grass Soul Master. How could I possibly be good enough for her?"

Perhaps only a genius like Big Brother Mo Yuan could be good enough for a girl like her.

Tang Wulin added this thought.

Meanwhile, Gu Yuena calmly withdrew her gaze, not the least bit flustered at having been caught spying by the person she had been watching.

"Gu Yue, why do you always look at him like that? You're classmates, at least. Don't scare him."

"All right, you be quiet!"

Hearing the voice in her mind, Gu Yuena immediately became furious and responded sternly in her thoughts.

"Hey, Gu Yue, don't get so angry. Be careful you don't make yourself sick."

"Tsk..."

Gu Yuena curled her lips and said irritably in her mind, "Do you think I want to be angry? I was perfectly fine, but then someone started squatting in my head and refused to leave. How could I not be angry?"

"Hehe..." The voice in her mind giggled playfully. "Don't think so much about it. Essentially, we're one entity. You're in me, and I'm in you. Why draw such a clear line between us?"

"Whatever. I can't be bothered to argue with you."

Gu Yuena withdrew her wandering gaze, then continued watching Tang Wulin.

Oh, no—that wasn't right. According to her, she was clearly looking at him openly. How could it be called spying?

"Hmph... No matter how I look at him, there's nothing special about this guy. But why does he carry his aura?"

Gu Yuena could not understand it at all. As she watched him and smelled that completely unrestrained aura, the desire in her heart surged endlessly.

Eat him... Yes, as long as you eat him... you can restore the Dragon God's power, lead the Soul Beasts in turning the tide, and create a new era belonging to the Dragon Clan...

But whenever this happened, the voice in her mind would pour cold water over her. "All right, all right, stop repeating yourself. Big Brother said this guy is off-limits. There's more to him than meets the eye."

"Big Brother, Big Brother—besides talking about Big Brother all day, can you do anything else? Then tell me exactly what your Big Brother said!"

Gu Yuena irritably tugged at her hair and spoke impatiently.

She had nearly grown calluses from hearing those words, but the other party's warnings really did have some effect. At least they allowed her intelligence to barely gain the upper hand—even if she might not actually possess such a thing. In any case, she managed to hold herself back.

"I don't know either. Anyway, you just can't touch him."

Gu Yuena gritted her teeth resentfully. The other party could know everything about her past, yet she could not know anything about the other party's experiences over the years. It was completely unfair!

Seeing that she could not get a straight answer, she simply changed the subject. "Hey, what do you think that string of numbers Wu Zhangkong left behind is?"

"Huh? I don't know..."

"Then... should we go take a look?" Gu Yuena suggested.

She was confident that no one could hurt her, after all. She had plenty of ways to save her life.

"Hmm... whatever you want..." The voice in her mind thought it over and, for some reason, did not stop Gu Yuena's dangerous suggestion.