Douluo, my clone Groudon

Chapter 357 Zhou Yi's Fate

"He's so popular..."

Behind Wang Dong, a petite and adorable girl with dark green pigtails whispered to him, her big eyes filled with envy.

She was very fond of Wang Dong, who was incredibly handsome in men's clothing, and couldn't help but strike up a conversation with him.

Wang Dong was looking at Gula, who was being fawned over by everyone, with annoyance. Upon hearing this, he only absentmindedly hummed in response.

She now has only two thoughts on her mind: one is to find an opportunity to defeat Gula and avenge her previous defeat, and the other is how to subdue the stubborn Huo Yuhao and make him her subordinate to be in charge of cleaning.

Unfortunately, it seems that neither goal is within reach at present. She simply has no interest in a young girl like Xiao Xiao.

While dealing with the enthusiastic classmates with a perfectly appropriate smile, Gula subtly extended her senses, focusing her attention on Xiao Xiao.

This green-haired loli... Gula's gaze lingered on her for a moment.

In the original novel, Xiao Xiao is a genius whose talents were wasted by her "team positioning".

Twin martial souls!

The Three Lives Soul-Suppressing Cauldron combines offense and defense, possessing immense potential. The Nine Phoenixes' Auspicious Flute is a top-tier control-type martial soul, its true form symbolizing a blue phoenix!
Gula was almost certain that this martial spirit must contain powerful beast soul power, just like the Panlong Staff of the Qian Gu family.

However, in the original work, Xiao Xiao lacked the key opportunity to truly activate this power. In the end, although he became a Title Douluo, he was overshadowed by the protagonist's halo, which is a real pity.

"A weapon spirit that resides in a beast's soul..." Gula's thoughts surged, and this was one of his core research goals in this era.

Although he himself does not possess a weapon spirit, his understanding and application of weapons are deeply ingrained in his bones. Otherwise, he would not have chosen the Sun Angel spirit as a disguise for his weapon spirit. In fact, he is more proficient in the power of the earth.

If he can clearly understand the mysteries of beast soul residing and power activation in martial souls such as the Panlong Staff and the Nine Phoenixes' Auspicious Flute, it will not only greatly benefit him in perfecting his own power system and understanding the new direction of combining beast souls and martial souls, but may also provide him with a crucial key to finally comprehend the realm of "Sword God".

At the same time, if one can thoroughly study Huo Yuhao and Wang Dong, obtain the secret of the Three Lives Martial Soul through the fragments of divine consciousness, and acquire Gula's own weapon Martial Soul, the path to becoming a Sword God will be smooth sailing.

However, this more "basic" and "universal" beast soul inhabitation mechanism should not be missed.

The break time flew by as Gula observed and pondered.

When the school bell rang again, the person who walked into the classroom was not Zhou Yi, who had been expected to have a gloomy face and a very low mood.

The visitor was a male teacher who looked to be in his thirties and had a gentle and refined demeanor.

He was dressed in a neat blue teacher's uniform, with gold-rimmed glasses perched on his nose. His eyes were bright and wise, and a warm smile played on his lips, a stark contrast to Zhou Yi's cold and rigid demeanor.

"Hello, students." He walked up to the podium, his voice gentle and clear. "Let me introduce myself. My name is Wang Yan, and from today onwards, I will be your homeroom teacher for Class 1, Grade 1."

The classroom fell silent, then a slight commotion and murmur arose. Had they changed teachers? Where was Teacher Zhou Yi?
Wang Yan seemed to have anticipated everyone's questions and explained with a smile, "Teacher Zhou Yi is temporarily unable to continue serving as the class advisor due to personal reasons. The college has arranged for me to take over. To be honest, the time was rather short, and I don't know everyone very well yet."

He pushed up his glasses, his gaze sweeping over the young faces below, lingering a moment longer on Gula.

"However, the best way to understand your classmates is through battle." Wang Yan changed the subject, his tone still gentle, but carrying an undeniable confidence.

"Therefore, we will adjust the afternoon's class. Everyone, head to the Soul Fighting Zone for one-on-one Soul Fighting sparring. Through actual combat, I will gain a direct understanding of your Martial Souls, Soul Skills, fighting styles, and potential."

He paused, his gaze falling on Gula with a hint of encouragement and inquiry: "Gula, you possess the Ultimate Fire Martial Soul, making you a student the academy is focusing on. You must showcase your prowess in actual combat. I look forward to it."

Gula nodded calmly, understanding dawning on his mind. Zhou Yi's "personal reasons"? It was probably his own fault, but unfortunately, the distance was too great for his spiritual power to perceive.

It seems that the new class teacher, Wang Yan, was sent by the college's higher-ups to "take care" of this "precious darling".

However… Gula’s gaze lingered on Wang Yan for a moment, with a hint of barely perceptible amusement.

Panlong Stick!
Teacher Wang Yan's martial spirit is the inherited martial spirit of the ancient family, and the top-level weapon martial spirit that Gula is currently most interested in, which is inhabited by a beast soul - the Panlong Staff.

Although his soul power was not outstanding for Wang Yan's age, only at the level of a five-ring Soul King, his talent for cultivation was obviously limited.

But this actually makes it more valuable for research? How can someone with mediocre talent wield such a top-tier martial spirit? And what is the state of the beast spirit within his Panlong Staff?
Just when you're about to fall asleep, someone brings you a pillow. A barely perceptible smile curved Gula's lips. The afternoon's Soul Fight? That seems like it'll be quite interesting.

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Let's rewind to shortly after class ended.

Instead of returning to her office, Zhou Yi rushed straight to the depths of the Soul Guidance System experimental area, to her husband Fan Yu's studio.

"Fan Yu!" Zhou Yi pushed open the heavy alloy door, her face ashen, her voice filled with barely suppressed anger and resentment.

Fan Yu, who was adjusting a complex soul-guiding core array on the precision control panel, looked up and saw his wife's unpleasant expression, his brows furrowing slightly.

"What's wrong? Are you angry with Mulan again?"

"When did I ever argue with Mulan?" she retorted, habitually resorting to sophistry to refute her husband's words.

"It's still that Gula." Zhou Yi, as if she had found an outlet, poured out everything that had happened that day.

From Gula publicly contradicting her, seemingly framing her for offending a mysterious senior, to Yan Shaozhe personally issuing a warning.

He embellished the story, emphasizing Gula's "unruly," "disrespectful," and "malicious" nature.

"Fanyu, you tell me, even Dean Yan has stepped in, it's obvious he's going to protect him. I can't expel him, but surely I can at least deal with him? Help me think of a way, I'm going to make this little bastard learn his lesson!" Zhou Yi gritted her teeth.

Fan Yu put down his tools, removed his protective goggles, and revealed a calm expression.

He didn't immediately respond to his wife's anger, but pondered for a moment and slowly said, "Zhou Yi, calm down first. Who is Dean Yan? He values ​​the overall interests of the Martial Soul Department the most."

"His personal appearance and such statement can only mean one thing: in Dean Yan's eyes, this Gula is so valuable that he can ignore his character issues and even go so far as to reprimand you, a senior teacher."

He paused, his tone grave: "Moreover, as far as I know, Elder Mu... has been searching for a suitable successor. Have you considered what the appearance of a genius with an ultimate attribute martial soul means?"

"He has likely already been noticed by Elder Mu. At this time, if you target him, not only Dean Yan, but even the Sea God Pavilion..."

Fan Yu didn't finish her sentence, but her meaning was crystal clear. To target a promising talent who might be favored by the Sea God Pavilion Master? That would be tantamount to suicide.

Zhou Yi's face turned deathly pale instantly. She was only thinking about how annoying Gula was, completely ignoring the terrifying existence that might be involved behind the scenes. Elder Mu... the Pavilion Master of the Sea God Pavilion... Her anger was instantly extinguished by a bucket of ice water, leaving only lingering fear and a deep sense of powerlessness.

"Then...what should we do?" Zhou Yi's voice trembled slightly, revealing a hint of resentment. "Are we just going to let it go like this? Make me face that troublemaker every day?"

"Change classes." Fan Yu's thoughts were clear, and she gave her advice decisively. "Find a reason and apply to be transferred out of Class 1. Out of sight, out of mind. You can continue teaching other classes; with your abilities, you can teach good students just as well. Why put all your eggs in one basket and cause yourself so much trouble?"

Zhou Yi opened her mouth, wanting to refute, wanting to insist. Ask her to leave Class One voluntarily? Wasn't that tantamount to admitting defeat to that brat? When had Zhou Yi ever suffered such humiliation?
But Fan Yu's words, Yan Shaozhe's attitude, and the terrifying nature of that mysterious senior... all these pressures weighed on her heart like a boulder.

"I...I can't swallow this..." Zhou Yi's voice lowered, filled with deep resentment and grievance.

Zhou Yi, after removing her mask, was indeed beautiful; otherwise, she wouldn't have captivated Fan Yu, an eighth-level Soul Master, to the point that he tirelessly and indiscriminately cleaned up her messes time and again.

Fan Yu sighed, walked to his wife's side, gently patted her shoulder, and softened his tone:
"Taking a step back will open up a whole new world. Is it worth sacrificing yourself for a student? Just consider it for my sake and for your own, let's make a trade. I'll help you with things at the college."

With her husband's offer of a way out and promises, Zhou Yi's strong sense of self-respect finally found a reason that she could barely accept.

She bit her lip and nodded with difficulty. Yes, it wasn't worth ruining her future for that little rascal!

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Teaching Office.

Director Du Weilun looked at Zhou Yi, whose expression was still somewhat unnatural, and understood.

Several students who had been forcibly expelled by Zhou Yi had just come to cause trouble, and he was having a headache about how to deal with them.

"Teacher Zhou Yi, do you want to transfer out of Class 1 of the freshmen?" Du Weilun adjusted his glasses, his tone calm.

“Yes, Director.” Zhou Yi tried to make her voice sound calm.

“I feel that my teaching style may not be suitable for teaching a student with such special talent as Gura. In order to help the student develop better and to avoid unnecessary friction, I am requesting a transfer.”

Du Weilun chuckled inwardly, but remained outwardly composed. What teaching style is unsuitable? He'd clearly bitten off more than he could chew; he'd been warned by Dean Yan and was scared!

But this is good, it saves him a lot of trouble.

"Yes, it's very good that Teacher Zhou Yi has such awareness and prioritizes student development." Du Weilun nodded and added.

"How about this, the transfer won't be so complicated. You've worked so hard, the academy will give you a break so you can rest and recuperate for a while. As for the freshman class..."

He pondered for a moment, then said, "I think we should let Professor Wang Yan take over. He has a solid theoretical foundation and a gentle personality, which is perfect for guiding a special genius like Gula, and it will also prevent any further trouble. What do you think?"

A holiday? More like a disguised suspension!

Zhou Yi's face instantly turned a deep purplish-red, her hands clenched into fists inside her sleeves, her nails almost digging into her flesh.

That old fox, Du Weilun, is clearly using this opportunity to give her a warning! He even directly labeled her conflict with Gula as "trouble"!
But what could she say? Yan Shaozhe's attitude was clear, and the treatment Du Weilun had given her, or rather her husband, was already showing her respect. She could only swallow her anger and resentment.

"I...have no objection." Zhou Yi squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth, her voice extremely dry.

"Then it's settled." Du Weilun nodded in satisfaction. "Teacher Zhou Yi, get some rest."

Zhou Yi practically fled the teaching office, her back view filled with embarrassment and humiliation.

She never imagined that after dominating the lower grades of Shrek Academy for so many years, she would ultimately be defeated by a freshman and suffer such a fate.

All of this was done without the little rascal named Gura even having to lift a finger. His talent and value alone were enough for the academy's higher-ups to clear the obstacles for him!
In the afternoon, at Shrek Academy's Soul Fighting Zone.

The sun was shining brightly, and the huge circular field was already filled with freshmen from Class 1, creating a lively yet tense atmosphere.

In the center of the arena, Wang Yan's gentle voice resounded throughout the entire venue via the amplified soul guide:
"First match, Huo Yuhao versus Huang Chutian! Both sides, prepare!"

The battle quickly broke out. Relying on his Spirit Eyes' predictive abilities and a fierce determination, Huo Yuhao, despite being behind in soul power level, managed to narrowly defeat Huang Chutian, a powerful attacker, using exquisite Tang Sect techniques and tactics, drawing gasps of amazement from the crowd.

"The second match, Wang Dong, will face..."

Wang Dong's battle was full of splendor and violence. The wings of the Goddess of Light Butterfly spread out, radiating brilliant light, and easily crushed his opponent.

As each battle unfolds, some display their brilliance, while others expose their weaknesses.

Wang Yan stood on the sidelines, carefully recording each student's performance while providing timely comments and guidance. This demonstrated her profound theoretical knowledge and teaching skills, winning the favor of many students.

Finally, it was Gura's turn.

“Next up, Gula…” Wang Yan’s gaze swept across the list, finally landing on himself. He smiled slightly and pushed up his glasses.

"To fight Wang Yan. The teacher also wants to personally experience the power of the Ultimate Fire Martial Soul."

As soon as this statement came out, the whole audience was in an uproar!

Will the teacher personally take to the field to fight the student? Or will it be a genius with an ultimate martial spirit?

Gula calmly stood up and walked to the center of the field, his gaze meeting Wang Yan's gentle smile in the air.

A flash of light appeared in Wang Yan's hand, and a long staff, about twelve feet long and dark gold in color, with a lifelike golden dragon relief wrapped around its body, appeared in his hand.

A heavy, domineering aura, carrying the ancient might of a dragon, instantly spread out.

Panlong Stick!
Gula's gaze instantly became incredibly focused. His divine-level appraisal eye, like the most precise probe, locked onto the dark gold staff. His mental power scanned it recklessly, completely unlike the powerful and fearless ancient family that needed to worry about being discovered.

Within him, the power of the Sun Angel quietly flowed, and the ultimate light and heat were poised to be unleashed.

"Gula, please." Wang Yan held the stick in one hand, the tip pointing diagonally to the ground, his posture calm, but his eyes were full of seriousness and expectation.

He is a pure martial spirit scholar with an extremely high passion for martial spirits; otherwise, he would not have personally gone into battle to experience the ultimate martial spirit.

Gula nodded slightly, and three spirit rings—one yellow and two purple—rose beneath his feet. The phantom of the Sun Angel in front of him condensed again, and the flaming longsword pointed directly at Wang Yan.

The battle is about to break out!
(End of this chapter)