Chapter 131 Joining the Tang Sect? Does He Deserve to Be at Shrek Academy?
In the classroom of Class 1, Grade 2 of the Outer Academy,
Wang Yan was earnestly explaining theoretical knowledge. As a teacher, he was absolutely qualified.
The students of Class 1 listened attentively. Half of the semester had already passed, and in six months, they would face the brutal advancement exam to the third year.
No student who wanted to stay at Shrek Academy would slack off.
Wang Yan glanced at the lesson plan on the podium, preparing to continue the next section, when suddenly there was a loud knocking on the door.
Hearing the knocking, Wang Yan and the students of Class 1 looked towards the door. They saw Wu Xuan and another student, both wearing the Outer Academy's second-year uniform, standing there with smiles on their faces.
"Class Monitor!"
"The Class Monitor is back!"
Qian Guming, Zhou Sichen, and Cao Jinxuan, the three more lively students in the classroom, immediately shouted.
The remaining students in the class also cheered in unison.
Wang Yan followed everyone's gaze and immediately spotted the familiar figure. A gentle smile appeared on his face. "Come in quickly."
Wu Xuan helplessly gestured to the enthusiastic classmates, who then quieted down.
"Hmph! What's so great about him? We weren't this excited when we came back," Wang Dong sneered discontentedly.
Huo Yuhao's gaze towards Wu Xuan flickered uncertainly upon hearing this. He sensed that Wu Xuan had become stronger, and by a significant margin.
Dai Huabin's gaze towards Wu Xuan was also filled with excitement. Through his diligent cultivation, his soul power had now broken through to level thirty-nine, only one step away from the Soul Master realm. He planned to break through to the Soul Master realm and challenge Wu Xuan again.
With Wu Xuan in front and Dai Huabin and Qian Guming behind, the tense learning atmosphere in Class 1 of the second year was unimaginable.
Qian Guming broke through to Soul Master level almost three months earlier than Wu Feng, following Dai Huabin. He now possesses level 34 Soul Power, ranking second alongside Dai Huabin in Class One.
Other core disciples, such as Zhou Sichen, Cao Jinxuan, Lan Susu, and Lan Luoluo, have all reached level 29, just shy of becoming Soul Masters. It can be said that Class One's strength has improved by leaps and bounds. Although the students of Class Two in the second year are also defensive and agility-based Soul Masters, their overall strength has been far surpassed.
Wang Yan, standing on the podium lecturing, knew that the class wouldn't absorb much if he continued, so he simply announced the end of class early.
Huo Yuhao and Wang Dong left the classroom immediately. Their relationship with Wu Xuan was no longer what it used to be, and Xiao Xiao was also implicated, becoming much more distant.
Wu Feng also left with them.
Qian Guming was the first to run up to Wu Xuan, his face full of indignation, "Brother Xuan! Tell the truth, where have you been this time? Not only have you been gone for months, but you didn't even come back to the class to see your brothers as soon as you returned to the academy."
Cao Jinxuan nodded repeatedly, "Yeah! Yeah! Tell the truth. We asked Huo Yuhao and Wang Dong before, but they kept making excuses and wouldn't say. We were practically holding a knife to their throats."
Before Wu Xuan could speak, Zhou Sichen exclaimed, "I know, the class monitor must have been fooling around with the senior girls from the inner academy again. No wonder Huo Yuhao and the others wouldn't say."
As soon as Zhou Sichen finished speaking, the classmates burst into laughter.
Wu Xuan's face darkened, and he raised his fist as if to punch Zhou Sichen, who yelped and quickly dodged. Xiao Xiao, who had been chuckling to herself, immediately stood up and said, "Zhou Sichen, don't make wild guesses! My class monitor and I represented the academy in the five-yearly All-Continent Advanced Academy Soul Fighting Tournament!"
She then vividly described the grand scale of the tournament.
After the tournament, the academy's higher-ups didn't order them to keep it a secret, and even if they did, such a continent-wide event as the Soul Fighting Tournament couldn't be kept secret.
"In the end, it was thanks to the class monitor's heroic efforts that we won the championship!" Xiao Xiao became more and more excited, almost attributing the academy's victory entirely to Wu Xuan.
Although Wu Xuan was a little embarrassed, the students surrounding them looked at him with more than just friendship; they even held a hint of awe.
"Alright! Alright! If you keep talking like this, Shrek Academy will practically be mine!" Wu Xuan joked, giving Xiao Xiao's head a good ruffled.
Upon hearing this, the students in the classroom burst into laughter.
"Ahem! The academy split the final prize money from the competition equally among us. Your class monitor is rich now, so naturally he won't forget you. Meet at Qingyun Hotel tonight. Budget is two thousand gold soul coins. Order whatever's expensive! Don't be shy with me." Wu Xuan pulled out two savings cards and waved his hand.
"Long live the class monitor!" everyone shouted in unison.
After another round of banter, the bell rang, signaling the end of class.
"Alright, alright, everyone go back to your dorms and rest. We'll meet at Qingyun Hotel later." Wu Xuan clapped his hands, ending the reunion.
Although the students were still a little reluctant to leave, they gradually departed the classroom.
As soon as Wu Xuan went downstairs, he saw a senior in a purple school uniform waiting at the bottom of the stairs.
"Senior Tang Ya, long time no see." Wu Xuan was taken aback for a moment but still waved and greeted her.
"Yeah, junior, long time no see." Tang Ya looked intently at Wu Xuan.
Feeling uncomfortable under Tang Ya's gaze, Wu Xuan casually said, "Senior, we'll be going now. If you're looking for Yu Hao and the others, they've already left and aren't in the classroom."
Hearing this, Tang Ya blocked Wu Xuan's path, saying, "Junior, I came to see you. Can we talk in private for a moment?"
Wu Xuan sighed. He knew this day would come sooner or later, but he didn't expect it to come so soon.
"Okay!"
The two walked in silence until they arrived at a secluded park.
"Senior, just say what you want to say! I have things to do tonight," Wu Xuan said impatiently.
Tang Ya turned around, a glint of cold light flashing in her eyes. "Junior Brother Wu, you possess twin martial souls. Your second martial soul is the Soul-Breaking Spear of our Tang Clan's Pharmacy lineage."
Wu Xuan didn't speak, his expression remaining calm.
Tang Ya became anxious at this, grabbing Wu Xuan's sleeve. "It's the Soul-Breaking Spear, isn't it? Your second martial soul is the Soul-Breaking Spear. You're the only direct descendant of the Tang Clan besides me."
"I didn't expect I wasn't alone. There are survivors in our Tang Clan." Tang Ya began to choke up as she spoke.
Wu Xuan's expression remained unchanged, still calm. With a slight pull, he yanked Tang Ya's hand off his sleeve.
Tang Ya was taken aback for a moment, but still smiled and said, "Junior Brother Wu, including you, six of the Shrek Seven Devils of this year are disciples of my Tang Sect. If Xiao Xiao joins us, that makes seven. If we work together, the Tang Sect will rise to greatness again sooner or later, and the glory of Lord Sea God will shine on the continent once more."
"How can a mere Body Sect, which took nearly four or five thousand years to grow, compare to the ten-thousand-year heritage of my Tang Sect? Even if my Tang Sect declines, it will rise again on the continent. At that time, we will make them know that the Tang Sect cannot be humiliated." By the end, Tang Ya's eyes were full of longing for the future.
"And then?" Wu Xuan finally spoke, but his tone was devoid of warmth.
"What then?" Tang Ya asked in surprise.
"After the Tang Sect becomes powerful, will you Blue Silver Grass Soul Masters who claim to be the direct descendants of the Sea God once again consider yourselves the main lineage, once again acting superior?" Wu Xuan spoke slowly, but by the end, his words were cold and devoid of any warmth.
"How could that be? The Tang Clan has never had a main branch or branch lineage?" Looking at Wu Xuan's cold gaze, Tang Ya couldn't help but take two steps back.
"No main branch or branch lineage? Then tell me, what was the status of the four single-attribute families within the Tang Clan?"
"How did those three families disappear? How did the Tang Clan ultimately perish?"
Tang Ya was stunned, momentarily at a loss for words.
"You don't know, haha, you know nothing." Wu Xuan laughed, his eyes full of mockery.
"Junior Brother Wu, you..."
Wu Xuan waved his hand, interrupting Tang Ya's attempt to continue. "Do you know who my mother is? If not, I'll give you a hint. She's the level 69 Soul Emperor whose bounty your Tang Clan issued, only to withdraw it later out of fear of retaliation."
"You're Aunt Wen Hui's son?" Tang Ya asked, her heart filled with shock.
"Shut up! You're not worthy to mention my mother's name." Wu Xuan's eyes were like knives, frightening Tang Ya so much that she fell to the ground.
Wu Xuan turned around, glanced indifferently at Tang Ya, and said coldly, "My second martial soul is the Soul-Breaking Spear, but it's not the Soul-Breaking Spear of the Tang Sect's Medicine Hall lineage; it's the Soul-Breaking Spear of the Breaking Clan."
With that, Wu Xuan didn't look at Tang Ya again and turned to leave.
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