The early morning light barely penetrated Notting Academy's gates, but inside, the atmosphere was already charged with tension.
Yu Xiaogang strode forward, ignoring the scowling security guard, and fixed his piercing gaze on Tang San and Tang Chuan.
"Show me your spirit certificates," he demanded, his voice calm but edged with an undeniable authority.
Tang Chuan, ever the tactful student in this life, immediately stepped forward and handed his certificate with perfect formality.
His bow was precise, every movement reflecting the discipline of a student fully aware of the weight of his teacher's status.
Yu Xiaogang's lips curled slightly with pride at Tang Chuan's decorum, but it wasn't until his eyes fell on Tang San's certificate, the one confirming the young boy's full innate spirit power of Blue Silver Grass, that they truly shone with astonishment.
Two Blue Silver Grass masters, both possessing full innate spirit power? This was unprecedented.
Yu Xiaogang examined the Spirit Hall's stamped certificates carefully, comparing them against his extensive knowledge. Once confirmed, a long, unrestrained exhale escaped his lips.
Excitement mingled with awe, and the pungent odor of his sheer exhilaration wafted through the air.
The security guard, unable to tolerate the overwhelming stench, scurried away without so much as a backward glance.
Tang San frowned slightly at the smell, though the Divine King inside him...God King Tang San....recognized it instantly.
It was a scent he had not encountered for tens of thousands of years, and yet, it remained as potent as ever.
"Come with me. He won't dare to do anything to you two with me here," Yu Xiaogang said, his eyes sparkling with a mixture of pride and excitement as he gestured for them to follow.
Tang Chuan walked a few paces behind, imitating the posture and mannerisms of his previous life, showing both humility and respect.
"Teacher, thank you," he said, his voice measured, reflecting the discipline and intelligence of a student fully aware of his teacher's prestige and influence.
Yu Xiaogang, slightly amused, glanced down at Tang Chuan.
"Teacher? I'm not a teacher in this academy," he said arrogantly, his tone carrying the weight of authority.
"Not a teacher? But you just…" Tang Chuan began, only to be interrupted by Yu Xiaogang's dismissive gaze.
"Disciple Tang Chuan greets Teacher!" Tang Chuan said loudly, performing a deep kowtow, his movements flawless.
"Disciple Tang San greets Teacher!" Tang San followed suit, his form slightly less refined but no less sincere.
The sound of the two young boys kowtowing resonated through the courtyard:
"Dong! Dong! Dong!"
"Dong! Dong! Dong!"
Yuan Longxuan and Xiao Wu arrived just in time to witness this historic moment.
Yuan Longxuan's lips curved into a faint smile, eyes softening as he observed both the filial Tang San and the reincarnated God King Tang Chuan performing their respectful gestures.
He glanced at their profiles, displayed in the academy system:
Tang San
Age: 6
Soul Power: Level 10
Martial Spirit: Blue Silver Grass, Clear Sky Hammer
Technique: Mysterious Heavenly Record
Tang Chuan (Reincarnation of God King Tang San)
Age: 6
Soul Power: Level 10
Martial Spirit: Blue Silver King
Technique: Mysterious Heavenly Record
Yuan Longxuan raised an eyebrow, surprised that Tang Chuan had changed his name, but quickly dismissed the thought.
What mattered was the soul behind the name: the reincarnation of God King Tang San.
Xiao Wu, ever curious, tilted her head at the two similar-looking boys kowtowing before a portly old man.
"Brother Yuan Longxuan, what are they doing?" she asked, amusement evident in her voice.
Yuan Longxuan shook his head, suppressing a laugh. "I don't know, but it is… quite interesting."
Yu Xiaogang, initially caught up in the joy of recognition, immediately turned his gaze toward the newcomers:
Yuan Longxuan and Xiao Wu. The sight stirred envy within him. In his mind, they were merely nobles flaunting their beauty, yet their aura betrayed formidable strength.
"Who are you? Why are you here at Notting Academy?" Yu Xiaogang demanded, his haughty air returning as he measured the pair.
"Brother Yuan Longxuan, this guy is so rude! And he stinks!" Xiao Wu exclaimed, pinching her nose as she hid behind Yuan Longxuan's protective arm.
Tang San and Tang Chuan turned their attention toward Yuan Longxuan and Xiao Wu.
Tang San's expression was a mix of envy and awe, but Tang Chuan's reaction was far more intense.
His heart pounded violently; the sight of Xiao Wu....already a mature and fully developed woman.....sent a shockwave through him.
No, this couldn't be! How could this be possible? There had to be a mistake.....they must only resemble someone he knew!
Tang Chuan's chest heaved as his blood surged, his cheeks flushing crimson.
Despite the chaos in his mind, he prayed silently: let this not be my Xiao Wu. Let this simply be a coincidence.
Yuan Longxuan's sharp eyes assessed the situation.
He knew instinctively that Yu Xiaogang was no ordinary faculty member. "Xiao Wu and I joined this morning as teachers, responsible for the spirit training of part-time students.
May I ask who you are? I don't see you on the faculty list," Yuan Longxuan said, his voice calm but commanding.
Yu Xiaogang, momentarily speechless, realized the truth: anyone capable of teaching at this level would undoubtedly rival or surpass him in strength. He stammered, unable to reply.
"Then please, apologize to my sister," Yuan Longxuan added, his eyes narrowing.
In that instant, two steel needles whistled through the air, aimed directly at Yuan Longxuan and Xiao Wu's necks.
"Ding ding!"
Before the lethal spikes could strike, they were instantly obliterated by an invisible force emanating from Yuan Longxuan's body.
Tang San had launched a desperate, secret attack in panic....but Yuan Longxuan's reaction was instantaneous.
His spirit power crushed the steel needles to dust before they could reach their target.
Yuan Longxuan stepped forward, palm outstretched.
"A half-grown child dares such murderous intent? It seems I must teach you a lesson."
Tang San and Yu Xiaogang were flung through the air in a seamless display of power.
Tang San's face turned a livid purple as he crashed to the ground, struggling to rise
. Yu Xiaogang, no less battered, lay sprawled across the courtyard.
Xiao Wu hurried forward with a handkerchief, wiping the dust from Yuan Longxuan's hands with meticulous care.
Tang Chuan watched helplessly, aware of the vast gap in strength between them. He did not resist;
instead, he prayed fervently, still unsure if this Xiao Wu was truly the one he feared.
Even as his face burned with crimson intensity, Tang Chuan's mind wrestled with the impossible:
the girl before them could not possibly be the Xiao Wu he knew.
Could it really be her? Or was fate merely cruelly mocking him?
The tension hung in the air like a storm on the horizon, and the future seemed uncertain, yet filled with unspoken possibilities.
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