Douluo Dragon King: Here we come! Golden Dragon King!

Three years later, at the Donghai College dormitory building.

The dormitories are in complete chaos during the school enrollment season.

Parents dragging their luggage rushed through the corridors, while freshmen, unable to find their rooms, looked around blankly, clutching their washbasins.

With his backpack on and his dormitory assignment sheet in hand, Tang Wulin dodged and weaved through the corridor several times before finally finding his room.

The door wasn't closed, and there were already people inside.

On the left, a tall and strong student sat on the lower bunk, while on the right, by the window, sat a thin student wearing round-framed glasses, engrossed in reading a book.

Tang Wulin walked in and nodded to the two of them: "Hello, my name is Tang Wulin, and we'll be roommates from now on."

The thin student looked up, adjusted his glasses, and gave him a shy smile: "Hello, hello, my name is Yun Xiao. Yun as in cloud, Xiao as in size."

His voice was soft, which suited his physique perfectly.

The tall, muscular student rolled his eyes, looked Tang Wulin up and down, and seeing that he was dressed plainly and not very tall, he snorted through his nose: "New guy, go clean the room."

Tang Wulin was stunned for a moment.

It wasn't that he didn't want to clean, but the way this person spoke was really unpleasant to listen to.

Yun Xiao couldn't stand it, closed the book, and said, "Zhou Changxi, what are you pretending for?"

Seeing that Tang Wulin didn't move, Zhou Changxi felt a little embarrassed. He stood up and, looking down at Tang Wulin, repeated, "I told you to clean the room, did you hear me?"

Tang Wulin then came to his senses.

He was so focused on listening to the Golden Dragon King's internal monologue.

"This kid's nostrils are practically pointing to the ceiling. In all my millions of years, this is the first time I've ever seen an ant that looks down on people with its nostrils." He was so engrossed in listening that he completely forgot to reply.

Over the past three years, the Golden Dragon King has become increasingly talkative and his complaints have become more and more fragmented. Tang Wulin has gotten used to bickering with it in his mind.

Zhou Changxi realized that he had been ignored, and a surge of anger rushed to his head.

He roared, and a ring of spirit rings rose from beneath his feet. His spirit was the Great Ape, and he himself was an eleventh-level battle spirit master.

"You think I'm joking with you?" Zhou Changxi patted his chest.

Tang Wulin blinked as he looked at the martial spirit and spirit rings that the man had revealed; he didn't see it as a threat.

It's been three years. He's been learning from Wu Changkong for three years, and he's gotten used to getting to know each other by revealing their martial spirits.

So he followed suit, stretched out his right hand, and a blue silver grass sprouted from his palm.

Unlike ordinary blue silver grass, this grass has leaves covered with dense golden veins.

Immediately afterwards, two yellow, century-old soul rings slowly rose around his body.

Zhou Changxi was stunned.

One lap versus two laps.

He just gave orders to a Grand Soul Master who was a whole level higher than him!

The anger on Zhou Changxi's face instantly transformed into an almost fawning obsequious demeanor.

"You're actually a second-ring Soul Master! Wow, it's such an honor to have a second-ring Soul Master as my roommate! Don't take what happened earlier to heart, let's get along well from now on!"

Tang Wulin found it amusing to see Zhou Changxi's expression change 180 degrees, but he didn't intend to argue with him.

At least on the surface, it's enough to maintain a semblance of harmony.

He chose an upper bunk by the window, put his luggage on it, and the sunlight from outside the window shone directly onto the bed.

Yun Xiao leaned closer, looking curiously at the Blue Silver Grass in Tang Wulin's hand: "The golden patterns on your Blue Silver Grass are so unique, is it a mutated martial soul?"

"I suppose so." Tang Wulin nodded. "The spirit master said this Blue Silver Grass is a little different from the ordinary ones."

"Then what is your soul?"

Tang Wulin's smile froze for a moment; this was a difficult question to answer.

His first soul spirit was stolen and sealed by the Golden Dragon King. Later, Wu Changkong paid out of his own pocket to give him a hundred-year soul spirit, which finally gave him the soul ring of Blue Silver Grass.

But who would believe that the Golden Dragon King stole his soul?

"It's just an ordinary soul." Tang Wulin vaguely explained.

Just then, another person entered through the door, and everyone turned to look.

A boy in a black tracksuit stood at the door, his face stern.

Zhou Changxi had just been humiliated by Tang Wulin and was worried about where to regain his dignity.

Seeing that the newcomer had a cold expression but was thin and short, and didn't seem to have any fighting ability, he put on his arrogant posture again and stood in front of the aloof young man.

"Newcomer, go and clean the room."

The aloof young man stopped and looked up at Zhou Changxi.

"Get out of the way," he said.

"you!"

Zhou Changxi's temper flared up again.

"Didn't you hear me? I told you to clean the room!"

The aloof young man finally looked at him properly.

"You're a piece of trash, you don't deserve to live in the same dorm room as me."

Tang Wulin's eyes widened; these words were far too merciless.

Zhou Changxi's face turned a deep purplish-red. He was completely enraged. His Hercules Ape Martial Soul was unleashed once more, and he roared as he pounced on the arrogant young man, his two fists, each the size of a sandbag, slamming into the young man's face with a fierce gust of wind.

He wanted to use his fists to teach this arrogant brat who the real trash was.

The aloof young man stood still, a golden halo emanating from his palm, and a golden dagger appeared out of thin air in his hand.

A yellow spirit ring rose from beneath his feet; like Zhou Changxi, he was also a one-ring spirit master.

However, his soul ring, though a hundred years old, shone with a purer and sharper light than Zhou Changxi's.

As Zhou Changxi lunged forward, the aloof young man's figure flashed to the side before Zhou Changxi's fist could land. The golden dagger transformed into dazzling golden threads, leaving shallow bloodstains on Zhou Changxi's body.

These knife marks were not deep, but they precisely cut through the fabric of Zhou Changxi's clothes, slicing into his most vulnerable spots—his wrists and the inside of his knees.

If the force is controlled just right, it won't be fatal, but it will hurt so much that you can't stand up.

A moment later, Zhou Changxi's knees buckled and he knelt on the ground.

The aloof young man sheathed his dagger, his face still expressionless. He raised his foot, preparing to kick Zhou Changxi.

"stop!"

Tang Wulin rushed forward, pulled Zhou Changxi up from the ground, and stood between the two of them.

He placed one hand on Zhou Changxi's shoulder to steady him, while reaching out the other hand towards the aloof young man.

"That's enough, stop hitting."

The aloof young man glanced at him, a hint of impatience in his eyes.

But instead of retracting his foot, he bypassed Tang Wulin and kicked Zhou Changxi hard in the stomach.

Zhou Changxi was kicked away and crashed into the wall below the window with a thud.

Tang Wulin's face darkened.

"I've said enough!"

The arrogant young man was in a fit of anger, but when he heard Tang Wulin's rebuke, his eyes turned cold.

With a flick of his wrist, the golden dagger spun half a circle in his palm before stabbing towards Tang Wulin's face at lightning speed.

This strike was faster and more ruthless than the one he used against Zhou Changxi.

Yun Xiao gasped in surprise and instinctively closed her eyes.

Tang Wulin instantly grabbed his wrist. The golden dagger was still in mid-air when Tang Wulin firmly held the arrogant young man's wrist.

Tang Wulin was faster than him, which meant that Tang Wulin's reaction speed was several levels higher than his.

Moreover, the force was astonishing. The aloof young man gritted his teeth and tried his best to pull his hand back, but Tang Wulin's fingers were like iron hoops gripping his wrist, and he couldn't budge an inch.

He tried to break free from his new angle, but still couldn't budge.

"you!"

A hint of expression finally appeared on the aloof young man's face.

"Apologize to Zhou Changxi," Tang Wulin said.

"Why should I?" the arrogant young man glared at him. "He started it!"

"I'll make him apologize to you later."

Tang Wulin looked into his eyes and said seriously, "You hit him, and he provoked you. Both sides are at fault."

"You two should apologize to each other for what happened. But kicking him was unnecessary, and you must apologize for that."

The aloof young man gritted his teeth, and the two remained locked in a stalemate in the center of the dormitory.

One refused to let go, and the other refused to back down.

A voice came from the doorway.

"No need to report for duty."

The voice wasn't loud, but it carried a calm and authoritative quality.

"Xie Xie, Zhou Changxi, you two, come with me to the administration office."

Everyone turned their heads at the same time.

A man stood at the door, looking more like he was enjoying a good show that had just ended than someone who had come to confront him.

Tang Wulin recognized the face—Long Hengxu, the Dean of Studies for the Intermediate Department of Donghai Academy, and quickly released his grip.

The aloof young man called Xie Xie remained silent, simply sheathing his golden dagger and quietly following Long Hengxu out of the dormitory.

Tang Wulin and Yun Xiao helped Zhou Changxi, who was huddled in the corner groaning, to her feet and followed behind.

Zhou Changxi clutched his stomach, limping as he muttered something under his breath.

At the Academic Affairs Office of the Intermediate Department of Donghai College.

A large mahogany desk occupied most of the room, with a stack of new student files on it and a celadon teacup steaming on it.

Long Hengxu sat behind his desk, his hands clasped on the table. His gaze swept back and forth between Xie Xie and Zhou Changxi before he spoke.

His tone wasn't harsh, but every word carried an air of authority that made the freshmen afraid to retort: ​​"They were fighting in the dorm on their very first day of school."

Xie Xie, Zhou Changxi, you two are quite energetic.

He first looked at Zhou Changxi: "Zhou Changxi, your martial soul is the Hercules Ape. With the quality of your martial soul, you could have been in Class 3. But your low level, bad temper, tendency to cause trouble, and inability to beat others prove that your character is as low as your level."

You don't need to go to Class 3 anymore; stay in Class 5 and reflect on your actions. I hope you remember the lesson you learned from that punch and kick.

Zhou Changxi's face immediately fell.

He wanted to say something, but when he met Long Hengxu's indifferent eyes, he swallowed his words back.

Long Hengxu then turned to Xie Xie: "Xie Xie, Light Dragon Dagger Martial Soul, agility-type Battle Soul Master. Good talent, and fast enough. But you're too ruthless and lack composure. On the first day of school, you almost stabbed a classmate. Same punishment, you'll be in Class 5 this semester too, to temper your temper."

Xie Xie listened without saying a word, then turned and walked out expressionlessly.

After leaving the disciplinary office, Zhou Changxi squatted down in the corridor, holding his head, and let out a wail.

Tang Wulin sighed, pulled Zhou Changxi up from the ground, and helped him walk towards the dormitory.

He had only taken two steps when Long Hengxu's voice came from behind him: "Tang Wulin, stay behind for a moment."

Tang Wulin was stunned. He handed Zhou Changxi to Yun Xiao and turned to walk back to the teaching office.

Long Hengxu gestured for him to close the door. Tang Wulin stood in front of the desk, feeling a little uneasy.

He didn't seem to have been in a fight. He didn't retaliate when Xie Xie stabbed him; he only grabbed the other's wrist. That shouldn't be considered against the rules, right?

Seeing his nervous expression, Long Hengxu suddenly smiled.

"take it easy."

He leaned back in his chair.

"I asked you to stay because I wanted to ask you something personal."

Tang Wulin was even more confused: "What private matter?"

Long Hengxu glanced towards the door to make sure it was closed tightly, then lowered his voice: "Tang Wulin, you and him... tell me honestly, are you Wu Changkong's illegitimate son?"

Tang Wulin almost choked to death on his own saliva.

"No!" He shook his head frantically, his face turning bright red.

"Absolutely not! He's just my teacher! We're not related by blood at all!"

Long Hengxu was amused by his reaction and burst into laughter. After laughing enough, he waved his hand and said, "Don't get excited, don't get excited. I was just joking. Of course I know it's not like that."

He put down his teacup, his tone shifting from teasing to normal.

"You should know more about the Donghai City train attack three years ago than I do."

At that time, Wu Changkong single-handedly killed several evil soul masters, preventing the disaster from escalating further.

This matter has been sealed in the federal archives, but it is recorded internally at Donghai College.

He's a celebrity in the college now, and you've been his closest student for the past three years. He takes you everywhere he goes, so naturally people are curious about your relationship.

Tang Wulin breathed a sigh of relief, but a complex mix of emotions welled up inside him.

His teacher was indeed his teacher. Over the past three years, Wu Changkong had taught him the theory of Soul Masters and celebrated his birthday.

He didn't know how to explain to a stranger how important Wu Changkong was to him, so he simply said, "My teacher is very good to me, and I'm very grateful to him. But he's really not my father."

Long Hengxu nodded, not dwelling on the topic any further. He placed his hands on the table, his expression slowly becoming serious.

"We've finished discussing personal matters, now let's get down to business," he said. "Tang Wulin, according to the intelligence leaked from the Spirit Pagoda, the mastermind behind that attack three years ago was Dark Phoenix, one of the Four Heavenly Kings of the Holy Spirit Cult."

You were there; you should know what a powerhouse of that level means.

Tang Wulin's heart still races when he recalls it.

Long Hengxu stared into his eyes and continued, "But that Dark Phoenix clearly took direct action on the day of the attack. All the evidence proves that she was not only there, but she fought very seriously."

But in the end, she returned empty-handed. A Super Douluo was forced to retreat. That means there was someone even stronger among those present.

His gaze was fixed on Tang Wulin's face.

"You were there at the time," Long Hengxu said slowly.

Do you know who that person is?