Wang Jinxi and Zhang Yangzi's Departure

The next day, an unusual gloom hung over Class Zero's classroom. Ever since Wang Jinxi's Martial Soul had revealed its true form as the "Ancient Dragon King" during that loss of control, the secret had ceased to be a secret. The terrifying pressure that seemed to hail from the primordial wilderness still left everyone present shaken.

Wu Changkong pushed open the door and entered, his silver hair glaring in the morning light. Instead of beginning the soul guidance lesson as usual, he reached back and shut the classroom door, cutting off the clamor outside. He turned around, his gaze settling on Wang Jinxi and Zhang Yangzi with the precision of a scalpel.

"I've reached a conclusion about last night's training accident." Wu Changkong's voice was icy and devoid of emotion, yet it instantly seized everyone's attention.

Wang Jinxi and Zhang Yangzi abruptly raised their heads, their bodies tensing involuntarily.

Wu Changkong braced both hands on the lectern and leaned forward slightly, his tone carrying a sharpness that seemed to pierce through everything. "Wang Jinxi, Zhang Yangzi, there is only one reason the two of you can no longer perform your Martial Soul Fusion Skill."

He paused, his gaze fixing on Wang Jinxi, and said slowly, "The Root of the problem lies in your Martial Soul—the Ancient Dragon King. But it isn't because it has grown stronger. It's because it is undergoing a fundamental transformation."

Tang Wulin, Gu Yue, and Xie Xie all held their breath. They knew Wang Jinxi's Martial Soul was the Ancient Dragon King, but they had no idea what that actually meant.

"The Ancient Dragon King was already an exceptionally rare, top-tier Martial Soul," Wu Changkong continued in a low voice. "But while you cultivated alongside Tang Wulin, a certain special life aura contained within his Blue