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"You can feel anger on behalf of your friend. That shows you're a good child who cares about your friends, and I'm very pleased."

Wang Yan spoke gently.

"But next time, I suggest you don't rush to use violence. Or rather, before resorting to violence, think about whether there might be a better solution."

"I understand, Teacher."

Tang Wulin nodded somewhat remorsefully.

He understood what Wang Yan meant.

Thinking back on it carefully, the situation just now had truly been dangerous.

Although he was confident that, with Golden Dragon Claw active, his strength would not lose to Dai Huabin at Full Firepower, he was far inferior in speed and defense. Moreover, he had experimented a few days ago and discovered that he could only use Golden Dragon Claw for one minute at most. Once that minute passed, he would be a lamb waiting for slaughter.

If Wang Yan had not stepped in to stop them in time, the outcome likely would not have been very favorable.

When he had saved Na'er three years ago, his father, Tang Ziran, had warned him not to be recklessly brave. But Huo Yutong had been insulted just now, and he simply could not bear it. Blinded by rage, he had acted as he did.

He needed to be more rational next time.

Seeing Tang Wulin obediently accept his guidance, Wang Yan nodded in satisfaction. Then, changing the subject, he suddenly asked, "Wulin, what is your Martial Soul?"

"Bluesilver Grass."

"Bluesilver Grass?" Wang Yan repeated softly in confusion. Then he shook his head and denied it. "No. It can't be that simple. You have Twin Martial Souls, don't you?"

When he had intervened in Tang Wulin and Dai Huabin's fight, he had felt an extremely powerful Sense of Oppression coming from Tang Wulin.

He knew Tang Wulin's Soul Power Level was only Level Fourteen. Logically, it should have been impossible for him to exert such a Sense of Oppression on a Soul King like Wang Yan.

That left only one answer: Tang Wulin's Martial Soul was extremely powerful. What Wang Yan had felt was suppression at the Martial Soul level.

Wang Yan's Martial Soul was the Coiling Dragon Staff. Anything capable of suppressing it like this had to be a top-tier Dragon Martial Soul.

Moreover, when Wang Yan had stepped into their battle, he had seen Tang Wulin's right hand transform into a dragon claw. Clearly, he possessed a Martial Soul with the Dragon Attribute.

Wang Yan did not think Tang Wulin would lie to him, so the boy likely did truly possess Bluesilver Grass as one Martial Soul. But Tang Wulin also undeniably had a Dragon Martial Soul, which meant he most likely had a dragon-type Second Martial Soul.

And on top of that, at Level Fourteen, this child possessed the strength to suppress a Level Thirty-Two White Tiger Martial Soul...

Wang Yan muttered under his breath, "The Golden Dragon?"

Upon hearing those words, Tang Wulin's eyes abruptly widened.

He had only heard Beibei's account of the Golden Dragon King's legends a few days ago, so he naturally knew the relationship between the Golden Dragon King and the Golden Dragon.

Wang Yan's guess was still some distance from the truth, but it was remarkably close.

Tang Wulin had not expected that merely fighting with another student in class would result in his Teacher seeing right through him.

Seeing Tang Wulin's shocked expression, Wang Yan became certain that he had guessed correctly. His breathing immediately grew hurried.

The Golden Dragon, the Ancestor of Power. Even among all Ultimate Martial Souls, it belonged to the absolute highest tier.

Now he understood why Dean Yan had temporarily assigned him to this class.

First Year Class Seven had not originally been Wang Yan's responsibility. He was a Teacher temporarily transferred here.

Yan Shaozhe had mysteriously told him at the time to take extra care of Tang Wulin, without telling him anything else.

Wang Yan had initially wondered why Yan Shaozhe cared so much about Tang Wulin. If it was because of a Golden Dragon Martial Soul, then every question had been answered.

At that thought, another question suddenly occurred to him, and he asked Tang Wulin, "Then what is Huo Yutong's Martial Soul?"

There were two students in this intake who had been transferred from First Year Class One to First Year Class Seven.

One was naturally Tang Wulin, while the other was Huo Yutong.

Tang Wulin's Martial Soul was the Golden Dragon, so what was Huo Yutong's Martial Soul?

Tang Wulin shook his head.

"I'm sorry, Teacher. Without her permission, I can't casually reveal information about her Martial Soul to you."

"Ah, right. I overstepped."

Although he had been refused, Wang Yan was not dissatisfied in the slightest.

For Soul Masters, information related to Martial Souls and soul skills was critically important. He was pleased that Tang Wulin possessed such awareness of confidentiality.

In any case, as Huo Yutong's homeroom teacher, he had the authority to ask her at any time. There was no need to rush.

He let out a long breath and said gently, "All right, you may go. Be more careful next time."

"Mm." Tang Wulin agreed, but he did not leave immediately. Instead, he asked, "By the way, Teacher, is there anywhere in the academy that needs forging work done?"

"Forging? Why are you asking?"

"Because I eat a lot, and I'm an orphan, so I'm always short on money. I want to find a job as soon as possible, and forging is what I'm best at right now. I want to make money from it."

"So that's how it is. I didn't expect you to have such a talent as well."

Wang Yan nodded in understanding.

Soul Masters with powerful bloodlines generally had large appetites. His grandmaster had been that type as well, so he was not at all surprised by Tang Wulin's claim that he ate a great deal.

He suggested, "I recommend that you try your luck in the Soul Tool District. It's where Soul Tools are made and tested, and there is a great demand for metal forging and refining. It suits your situation perfectly."

"Okay, I understand. Thank you, Teacher!"

Tang Wulin was overjoyed. He bowed to Wang Yan and walked out of the office.

Wang Yan watched him leave with a smile, in an excellent mood.

Tang Wulin was not only gifted to the point of being monstrous, but unlike Dai Huabin, he was not arrogantly full of himself. He was sensible and polite; it was hard to dislike him even if one tried.

As Tang Wulin stepped out of the office, he discovered an unfamiliar student waiting outside.

When he saw Tang Wulin emerge, the student greeted him enthusiastically.

"Hey, hello. I'm Zhou Sichen. So, how did it go? Did you get punished?"

Before Tang Wulin could answer, he eagerly stepped closer, slung an arm around his shoulders, and said, "You're pretty impressive, kid. I thought you were another Profligate Young Master like Dai Huabin, but I never expected you to fight him to that extent. You really opened my eyes!"

Tang Wulin asked curiously, "Did you know him before?"

If Zhou Sichen knew Dai Huabin, perhaps Tang Wulin could learn something from him.

Zhou Sichen shook his head.

"No, but when I first arrived in class, I went over to say hello to him. Hey, guess what? That guy acted like he couldn't be bothered with me, with his nose practically pointed at the sky. It made me furious. Watching you fight him just now got my blood pumping, so I made up my mind: from now on, I'm following you."

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Tang Wulin looked puzzled.

He had not expected that on his very first day attending classes at Shrek, he would gain a lackey two years older than himself.