A nighttime visit to Bai Yushan
Moreover, this battle was entirely beneficial to him. The life-or-death situation forced out his potential, causing his Electric Current Push surge by three thousand volts. It also helped him overcome his weaknesses in actual combat and fully adapt to the rhythm of high-voltage warfare. He not only did not suffer any losses, but actually made a fortune. There was no need for him to pursue the matter further.
Yu Zhen instantly understood Bai Yushan's tolerant attitude, and his heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down. His tone became even gentler.
"Alright, go to sleep. Call me anytime if anything happens. I'll handle things properly at the academy; no one will disturb your cultivation or your life again."
"Um."
Bai Yushan gave a curt reply, abruptly ending the call and tossing his phone onto his pillow.
Inside the dean's office, the moment the phone call ended, the gentleness on Yu Zhen's face vanished completely, replaced by a serious expression. He looked up at Ye Yingluo, who remained silent with her head down, and spoke in a deep voice.
"Did you hear that? Xiaoshan is magnanimous and won't hold it against you. Tell me yourself, what did you do wrong?"
Ye Yingluo's shoulders trembled slightly, her voice dry and filled with guilt.
"Dean, I was wrong. I shouldn't have acted against the new student because of personal grudges and saving face, disregarding the rules between teachers and students, and damaging the college's professional ethics."
Yu Zhen snorted coldly, his tone carrying a sense of disappointment and frustration.
"You know that much. You've cultivated for over twenty years and taught for many, yet your mind isn't as clear as a nine-year-old child's. If your opponent today were anyone else, they would have been crippled for life. The only reason you're unharmed today is because Xiaoshan is too lazy to bother with it, not because you're in the right."
Ye Yingluo's face turned deathly pale, speechless with shame and lingering fear. Recalling her own aggressive and all-out attack during the day, and comparing it to Bai Yushan's calm and composed demeanor after the battle, the difference in their attitudes was stark, leaving her utterly ashamed.
"I won't punish you severely. Considering your usual dedication to your duties, this will only be an internal reprimand, with a deduction from your annual performance bonus. For the next month, you will be responsible for maintaining order and sanitation on the entire school's playground. Take this time to reflect on your shortcomings."
Yu Zhen issued the punishment in a stern voice, "If there is another instance of willful and unethical behavior, he will be transferred from his teaching position and demoted to the logistics department."
"Thank you for your forgiveness, Dean. I will reflect deeply on my actions and never repeat them." Ye Yingluo quickly bowed and bowed, feeling completely relieved. At the same time, she deeply engraved the name Bai Yushan in her heart, and from then on, she would never dare to have the slightest thought of provoking him.
Yu Zhen waved his hand, signaling her to step back.
Ye Yingluo bowed and left the office. The evening breeze brushed against her cheeks, making her feel icy cold all over. This absurd struggle had cost her all her pride, but it had also taught her the most profound lesson.
Meanwhile, in his dormitory, Bai Yushan had already cast aside all distractions and fallen into a deep sleep.
The 63,000 volts of Bioelectricity within his body flowed steadily and continuously, while the subtle electromagnetic force constantly washed over his consciousness and nerve pathways. His First Soul Skill, Electromagnetic Clarity, operated slowly and unconsciously, continuously refining his Spiritual Power and tempering every inch of his muscles and bones.
His cultivation never stopped at deliberate hard work; even when he rested or slept, his physical body and Martial Soul continued to evolve and grow stronger on their own.
Two months have passed, and the Class Promotion Tournament is getting closer and closer.
As night fell, the Eastsea Academy's private indoor training room was brightly lit, and the three students from Class 5 of the first year began their nighttime special training on time.
For the past two months, Wu Changkong has never relaxed his training of the three. The rigorous, devilish training has been carried out day after day, with the cold whip constantly urging the three to identify and fill in any gaps in their skills, without any leniency. The real high-pressure training has resulted in visible improvements in the three's combat abilities and teamwork.
Tang Wulin's Soul Power steadily increased, breaking through from level 11 to level 12. The Golden Dragon King Bloodline hidden within him awakened with each physical confrontation, making his physical strength increasingly formidable. Xie Xie, already exceptionally talented, reached level 19 in Soul Power, and his switching speed with the Light and Shadow Twin Daggers and his control over the timing of surprise attacks became increasingly adept. Gu Yue also completed a two-level breakthrough, stabilizing her Soul Power at level 17. Her elemental control became increasingly skillful, and she could release multiple elements alternately without any hindrance.
Their steady improvement over time, coupled with an undefeated record in intra-team battles, gradually fostered a sense of pride among the three. They all believed that their strength was already among the top tier of first-year students, and they had every confidence to Impact an even higher ranking in the upcoming Class Promotion Tournament.
Wu Changkong stood at the edge of the arena, taking in the arrogance in the eyes of the three men. After a moment of silent contemplation, he slowly spoke.
Don't you think you're being too arrogant right now?
Upon hearing this, Xie Xie blinked his dark green eyes, looking puzzled, and subconsciously asked a question in return.
"Teacher Wu, what are you saying? Where are we arrogant? We train on time every day and have never slacked off."
Wu Changkong did not directly refute, but calmly asked.
"So tell me, how far do you think you can go in the Class Promotion Tournament?"
Tang Wulin and Xie Xie exchanged a glance, their eyes resolute, and gave their answer in unison.
"Of course, it's about getting out of first grade!"
As Tang Wulin continued to grow stronger, his confidence grew. He gradually realized that his physical body was extraordinary, far surpassing all other Soul Master of the same level. The shadow that Bai Yushan had cast in his heart had been slowly faded by time and his own strength. With Xie Xie and Gu Yue, two reliable teammates, by his side, and the three of them working together seamlessly, he naturally felt that he had the strength to sweep through the first-year students.
Gu Yue, who was usually taciturn, also turned her head, her black eyes looking at Wu Changkong with a faint doubt in them, not understanding why Wu Changkong suddenly poured cold water on her.
Looking at the three of them, all brimming with confidence, Wu Changkong sighed helplessly. These kids had always stayed in their small circle of Class 5, their only targets for interaction were each other. Their perspective was too narrow, and they had no idea how terrifying monsters were hiding among their peers in the academy.
Wu Changkong sighed and said, "Come with me."
The three were puzzled, but they still followed behind Wu Changkong.
Not far away, outside a slightly smaller indoor training room, looking at the brightly lit interior, Wu Changkong politely knocked on the door.
A cold, alert voice rang out. "Who?!"
Wu Changkong hesitated for a moment before saying, "I am Wu Changkong."
To be honest, Wu Changkong felt a little ashamed. After all, just over two months ago, he had personally refused Bai Yushan's offer to study under him. Now, he actually had to come to Bai Yushan's door to ask him to teach his three troublesome disciples a lesson.
"Wu Changkong? Come in."
Wu Changkong secretly breathed a sigh of relief, pushed open the door, and led Tang Wulin and the other two into the training room one by one.
This private training room is not large, and there is no extra training equipment inside. The whole place is empty and clean, with only a tall and slender young man standing there.
It was Bai Yushan.
At this moment, Bai Yushan was slowly stretching his limbs, and the joints in his neck, shoulders, back, waist and hips made a series of dense and crisp sounds. His movements were slow, and every time he raised his hand or stepped down, it was steady and heavy. However, his aura was constantly rising, and the taut lines of his body were like a tiger lurking in the mountains and forests, concealing his killing intent and ready to strike.
This is the result of his more than two months of practicing the Imitative Fist.