Legend of the Dragon King: I really didn't mean to provoke them!

Wu Changkong led the two to his office.

The office was pitifully small. Wu Changkong sat in the only chair and looked at Tang Wulin, saying, "You performed alright, but you didn't fully utilize your strengths."

"Your Blue Silver Grass must have mutated, right? It's exceptionally resilient, but doesn't that resilience rely on soul power?"

"Yes." Tang Wulin nodded.

"Your soul power is too weak!" Wu Changkong's words were merciless.

"And what's with those hammers of yours?"

Tang Wulin spoke frankly: "Because my martial soul is Blue Silver Grass, and my soul spirit is not good, I may not be able to become a Soul Master."

"So I learned forging from elementary school..."

"So you're planning to become a blacksmith?" Wu Changkong interrupted Tang Wulin directly. "Remember, you're my student now. You have to do it whether you want to or not."

"Before I judge you to be a piece of trash, you'd better work hard to develop into a Soul Master."

"Never give up on me!"

Um, honey, didn't you just call us two useless?

Xie Xie's lips twitched.

Encouraged by Wu Changkong's words, Tang Wulin rallied and replied, "Yes!"

"Alright, as for Xie Xie..."

When Wu Changkong looked over, Xie Xie immediately stood at attention.

"What are you even doing? Control-type Soul Masters are naturally countered by agility-type Soul Masters, and you actually chose to go head-to-head with them? Have you been swimming in water too much or been eaten by fish?"

Wu Changkong's icy gaze scraped at Xie Xie like a knife, and his words were a series of questions.

Xie Xie shrank back in anger after being scolded.

"As an agility-type Soul Master, your advantages lie in speed, surprise attacks, and mobility, not in head-on confrontations."

"The kind of person a control-type Soul Master fears least is a fool like you who blindly plunges into the control area!"

Xie Xie lowered his head even further, barely daring to breathe heavily.

There was nothing he could do. In his previous life, he was just a freshman in college. His brain had been formatted and reset the day he finished the college entrance exam. He hadn't even been in a fight during his three years of high school. Who knew he would suddenly transmigrate?

"However, your martial spirit is quite interesting."

Wu Changkong interlaced his fingers and rested them on his chin. "Your Light Dragon Dagger temporarily transformed during the fierce battle just now, turning into the Light Dragon Blade. Its power surged and its sharpness became more apparent. This is a very obvious evolution of your martial soul."

"Didn't you realize it yourself? Not only do you have the agility-based attack talent, you also possess the power-based attack talent."

Wu Changkong spoke calmly, yet every word was clear.

Xie Xie suddenly looked up, his face filled with disbelief, pointing his index finger at himself.

"A full-scale attack? Me?"

"Teacher Wu, I just reacted impulsively and waved wildly!"

"Can random swings unleash the explosive power of a Power-type attack?"

Wu Changkong raised an eyebrow, his tone turning cold again, "Your talent is there, but you've used it terribly. The Shadow Dragon Dagger excels at attacking, while the Light Dragon Blade excels at breaking through defenses; one agility, one strength, both dual elements coexist."

Xie Xie's mind was really a bit blank, because Xie Xie in the original work didn't have any strong offensive talent, did he?

Wu Changkong stood up and took a step forward, his voice low but carrying an undeniable authority:

"Your talent cannot be wasted. Others only have one path to take, but you have two."

"The speed of an agility-based attack combined with the explosive power of a strength-based attack, if used properly, will make you unstoppable in your class."

Xie Xie was both surprised and delighted. It turned out that he really was a talented player.

"Don't think you can be complacent just because you have talent."

Wu Changkong saw through Xie Xie's little scheme at a glance and said coldly, "Talent that isn't used is just trash. Since you're the strongest in the class, my expectations for you will naturally be the highest."

"Capable of both agility and strength, fast and powerful!"

"These eight words are the core of your training from now on, understand?!"

"I understand!!" Xie Xie straightened his chest and raised his head.

"Alright, let's get down to business." Wu Changkong sat back down in his chair. "Our academy has a promotion tournament where lower-ranked classes can challenge higher-ranked classes."

"For example."

"If we defeat Class 4, we will become Class 4. And so on, we can keep challenging ourselves to move up."

"So you two need to work together to make our class Class 1 of Grade 1!"

"We will give you two special training every day until we reach our goal!"

"Of course, after becoming a first-grade class, you can continue to challenge and defeat higher-grade classes. There will be a reward for the first victory in each higher-grade challenge."

"No problem!" Xie Xie patted his chest and took the lead, "It's just Class 1 of the first year, right? I guarantee I'll complete the task!"

This time, Wu Changkong did not refute Xie Xie.

After answering Tang Wulin's questions, the two left Wu Changkong's office.

Walking back to the dormitory, Xie Xie put his hands behind his head, let out a long sigh of relief, and exclaimed with a look of relief: "What a tense and exciting day!"

"Um... Xie Xie!"

Tang Wulin suddenly stepped forward and grabbed Xie Xie's clothes.

Xie Xie turned around, "What's wrong?"

Tang Wulin took a deep breath, then said with utmost seriousness, "I absolutely won't hold you back in the promotion tournament!"

"Is that all?" Xie Xie raised an eyebrow.

Immediately, Xie Xie skillfully hooked his arm around Tang Wulin's neck, "What I was saying was, there's no need to underestimate yourself like that. If a fight really breaks out, even if Class One came, they'd be in for a world of hurt!"

No joke, the most powerful boss among the East China Sea F4 hasn't even made an appearance yet!

Tang Wulin was caught off guard by Xie Xie's embrace, and his whole body stiffened for a moment. The tips of his ears turned slightly red, but he let Xie Xie hold him.

Xie Xie didn't notice anything unusual about him at all; on the contrary, he became more and more enthusiastic as he talked.

"Besides, your Blue Silver Grass and my Light Dragon Dagger are both evolving for the better, so why are we afraid of those little punks?"

Moreover, he possesses talents that Xie Xie in the original work did not have, and his martial soul has evolved ahead of time, with the top-tier martial soul, the Time-Space Dragon, becoming a distant dream! What's there to be afraid of!

Xie Xie declared: I fight, I fight, I kill, I kill!

Tang Wulin replied softly, "I...I understand...Let's work hard together."

"That's more like it, bro!"

After another round of playful banter, Tang Wulin took the lead in saying goodbye and heading to the Forging Masters Association, while Xie Xie chose to return directly to his dormitory to meditate.

When Xie Xie felt his soul power reach its peak, he suddenly opened his eyes.

The next instant, all the surrounding scenery vanished, replaced by a boundless, clear, and empty void.

"Is this... my spiritual sea?"

Just as Xie Xie murmured to himself, a soft yet dazzling golden light suddenly shone in front of him.

Amidst the light, a small and exquisite dragon-shaped figure slowly emerged.

It was a light dragon no bigger than the palm of your hand, its entire body formed from pure golden light particles. Its horns were exquisite, its scales shimmered with iridescent light, and its eyes were bright and moist, exuding a strong sense of intimacy.

As soon as the little guy appeared, he locked onto Xie Xie and let out a soft, delicate, childlike dragon roar, like the gentle tinkling of a wind chime.

The next second, the little guy gently flapped its wings.

It darted to Xie Xie and circled him happily several times.

One moment she would rub her little head against his cheek, the next she would hang on his shoulder, rubbing her wet longan against his earlobe, snuggling and nuzzling him affectionately.

Xie Xie subconsciously reached out his hand.

The little one immediately settled obediently in his palm, curling up into a ball, gently rubbing its head against his fingertips, making a soft, soothing sound.

Just then, Xie Xie seemed to sense something, and a phrase from a national treasure uttered:

"Holy crap! You're my Light Dragon Dagger?!"