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

Tang Wulin was speechless, feeling as if the dean's gaze could pierce through his skull.

Of course he knew who that person was.

That person—no, that dragon—is living inside his body now, but can he say it?

"I……"

Tang Wulin opened his mouth, his mind racing as he tried to find the right words.

"There was indeed a very powerful person who made a move at the time. But I didn't know him—anyway, he just suddenly appeared, blocked the Dark Phoenix, and then left after the fight."

I didn't even get a good look at what he looked like.

The Golden Dragon King scoffed in his mind: "Kid, you're too lazy to even make something up?"

Tang Wulin thought to himself, "Shut up, I'm already trying my best to make it up!"

Long Hengxu laughed as he looked at Tang Wulin's guilty expression, which showed he was trying hard to remain calm but whose eyes were darting around.

He picked up the celadon teacup, took a sip, and waved his hand.

"Alright, since you don't know, then I won't ask. Anyway, since that powerful person intervened to save people, he's at least not an enemy."

Long Hengxu put down his teacup, stood up, walked over to Tang Wulin, and patted him on the shoulder.

"Go ahead and get along well with your classmates."

"Don't worry about what happened in Class 5. Xie Xie and Zhou Changxi got their punishment themselves; it has nothing to do with you."

Tang Wulin felt as if he had been granted a pardon, bowed, and ran away.

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The opening ceremony was held in the huge square of Donghai College.

The center of the square was paved with smooth bluestone slabs, and eight stone pillars engraved with soul guidance patterns stood around it. Amplifying soul guidance devices floated on the top of the stone pillars, which could clearly transmit the voice from the rostrum to every corner of the square.

Students in the advanced and intermediate levels only gather together once a year at the opening ceremony.

Tang Wulin stood in the freshman formation. Because he was quite tall among the freshmen, he was placed at the back.

Standing at the back, he could stand on tiptoe and see all the students in the academy, and even secretly observe the senior students in the advanced department.

Each grade in the intermediate department has about 100 students, and the six grades together have about 800 students.

The number of students in the senior section is even smaller, with less than two hundred students across all three grades.

Yu Zhen, the dean of Donghai Academy, was an elderly man who looked to be in his sixties. He was of medium build, with gray hair and wore silver-rimmed glasses. He did not look like the dean of an academy, but rather like a professor of ancient literature at a university.

Standing on the platform, he delivered a passionate and encouraging speech to the amplified soul guidance device for a quarter of an hour, from "the soul master's duty is to protect the Federation" to "the glorious tradition of East Sea Academy", from "you are the future of the academy" to "seeing you reminds me of my own youth".

Several people in the new student group had already started to secretly yawn.

Finally, Dean Yu Zhen concluded with the words, "May you achieve great things at Donghai Academy," and the entire audience erupted in a sigh of relief and applause.

Next comes the most important part of the opening ceremony – class assignment.

Students who do not need to participate in class assignments should leave first.

The new students in the senior division were led away by their respective tutors to the senior division campus.

The number of people in the square dwindled until only the freshmen from the intermediate department remained, scattered in a sparse crowd.

Long Hengxu walked to the front of the stage, holding a list in his hand.

His voice, clear and steady, resounded throughout the square through the amplified soul guide.

Class 1, Class 2, Class 3—he read out the class assignments in order, and the freshmen whose names were called stepped forward one by one and stood in a row in front of their respective class advisors.

Tang Wulin listened intently and heard his own name on the list of "Class One".

There were about twenty other people assigned to the same class as him. Zhang Yangzi, Wang Jinxi, Wei Xiaofeng and others were all unfamiliar faces. Tang Wulin silently memorized all of these names.

The leader was a young female teacher who looked to be in her early twenties.

She stood in front of the first-grade freshmen, glanced around, nodded in satisfaction, and gave them a bright smile.

"Hello everyone, my name is Ye Yingluo, I am the homeroom teacher of Class 1, and also your teacher for the next six years."

Her voice was clear and cheerful, carrying a youthful energy that made people want to get close to her.

"If you need anything in the future, whether it's about your studies or your life, you can come to me. Of course, you can come even if you don't need anything."

After she finished speaking, she turned around and walked towards the teaching building.

"Come with me."

Tang Wulin followed the group forward, and every few steps he couldn't help but look back.

He was looking for Wu Changkong.

I heard from the teacher that a few days ago, because of some trouble he got into, he was transferred from the senior department to the intermediate department and was assigned to teach Class 5.

Tang Wulin wanted to personally confirm which class the teacher was teaching, but there were too many people in the square, and even when he stood on tiptoe, he could only see a sea of ​​heads.

"Tang Wulin, keep up!" Ye Yingluo called out from the front.

"They're here!" Tang Wulin quickly jogged a few steps to catch up with the group.

The classroom was spacious, bright and clean, with sunlight streaming in through the floor-to-ceiling windows that covered the entire wall, illuminating the neatly arranged desks.

Tang Wulin found a seat by the window in the back row. As soon as he sat down, the boy sitting next to him nudged him with his elbow.

"Hey."

The boy lowered his voice and leaned closer, asking, "Do you know Ms. Wu Changkong from Class 5?"

Tang Wulin nodded obediently: "Yes, he is my teacher."

"real?!"

The boy's eyes lit up immediately.

"I heard that Wu Changkong was a great hero in the train attack three years ago! He killed several evil soul masters by himself and escaped unscathed from the Four Heavenly Kings!"

He's incredibly capable, but he's a bit cold—how long have you been following him?

Do you even know what kind of person he really is?

Tang Wulin opened his mouth, about to answer, but in his mind he was trying to condense Wu Changkong's image over the past three years into a sentence that outsiders could understand.

What kind of person is the teacher?

Three years have passed, and Tang Wulin is still not quite sure if he understands him.

"Cough cough."

Ye Yingluo stood on the podium and cleared her throat.

The whole class immediately fell silent, and even the boy next to me sat up straight.

Although the young homeroom teacher seemed easygoing, he had a strong presence; a single cough from him could silence the twenty-odd freshmen.

"Welcome everyone to Class One."

Ye Yingluo placed her hands on the podium and scanned the entire class with her gaze.

"The fact that you are sitting here means that you are the most outstanding talents among this year's freshmen."

But excellence is just the starting point, not the end.

Class 1 is not a guaranteed position. There are assessments every semester. Those who fail the assessment will be transferred to other classes, while those who perform well in other classes can also be promoted.

Therefore, you had better start taking every lesson and every training session seriously from now on.

Her tone wasn't harsh, but everyone could hear the weight in her words. Then, she changed the subject and put on that bright smile again.

"Okay, that's all for now."

Next, everyone came up and introduced themselves.

Please tell me your name, martial spirit, soul power level, and the second profession you'd like to choose in the future. Let's all get to know each other.

The first student stood up and walked to the front of the stage. He was a round-faced boy, not very tall, but with broad shoulders and a rather sturdy appearance.

Standing on the podium, he wasn't intimidated at all, and began his self-introduction in a loud voice: "Hello everyone, my name is Zhao Tieniu, my martial soul is the Ironclad Rhinoceros, and my soul power level is seventeen. I want to develop in the direction of mecha manufacturer in the future, and I hope you will all take care of me!"

The Golden Dragon King lazily snorted in Tang Wulin's consciousness: "Ironclad Rhinoceros? Just my food. Thick-skinned and brainless, it's really just a punching bag."

Tang Wulin pinched his thigh under the table, trying to use the pain to avoid the Golden Dragon King's interference.

The second student took over from Zhao Tieniu and went up to the podium.

This was a tall, thin boy who moved nimbly. He stepped onto the podium and had already adjusted his expression when he turned to face the whole class.

"My name is Chen Lei, my martial soul is the Swift Thunder Wolf, and my soul power level is 18. I want to become a mecha designer in the future."

The Golden Dragon King yawned: "All talk and no action, just like a stray dog."

Tang Wulin silently chanted in his heart: Stop talking, stop talking, stop talking.

The third student stood up.

Tang Wulin subconsciously looked up and saw that a girl was walking onto the podium.

She wasn't tall for a freshman, had narrow shoulders, messy hair, and dull eyes that looked like two completely black beads placed in their sockets just to fill the space.

The Golden Dragon King is now quiet.

For the past three years, this old man has almost never kept quiet; he always speaks his mind.

"Golden Dragon King?" Tang Wulin tentatively called out in his mind.

The Golden Dragon King did not answer immediately. After a long silence, its voice rang out again, carrying a hint of solemnity that Tang Wulin found somewhat unsettling: "Interesting."

"What's interesting?"

"There are actually people in this world who can awaken a martial soul with my bloodline."

Tang Wulin was stunned: "Your bloodline?"

The words rang out simultaneously, one after another, from the mouth of the Golden Dragon King and from the mouth of the girl on the podium.

"Martial Soul, Tyrannosaurus Rex".

Tang Wulin's eyes widened.

He had crammed on his knowledge of spirit beasts for a while—Tyrannosaurus Rex, the king of sub-dragons, one of the branches of the dragon bloodline closest to a true dragon, and an extremely powerful being among sub-dragons!

The Tyrannosaurus Rex possesses an extremely pure power-type bloodline. Although it cannot compare to the direct lineage of the Golden Dragon King, it would still be a top-tier beast spirit in any era or academy.

But how could the bloodline of a Tyrannosaurus Rex appear in a nine-year-old human girl?

"Her bloodline is very thin."

The Golden Dragon King spoke again, his tone returning to its usual languidness:

"It's not surprising that humans awaken rare and powerful soul beast martial souls. The Tyrannosaurus Rex doesn't even rank in my eyes, but it still has the word 'dragon' in its name."

With this martial spirit alone, it's king among the sub-dragon species.

"How about you?"

The Golden Dragon King chuckled but did not reply.

Tang Wulin thought the question was incredibly stupid.

She stepped down from the podium and returned to her seat, which was in the last row by the window. As she passed Tang Wulin, the two exchanged a glance.

She glanced at him, then looked away and sat back down in her seat, staring at her desk, no longer looking at anyone.

Tang Wulin turned his head, nudged the boy next to him with his elbow, and lowered his voice: "What was that girl's name?"

The boy looked at him with a "Damn, weren't you listening?" expression: "Jiang Linlong, didn't I just say? Tyrannosaurus Rex Martial Soul, Level 16 Battle Soul Master—were you just spacing out?"

"I was daydreaming," Tang Wulin said, making up an excuse.

The boy's expression immediately changed from "Holy crap" to "Oh wow".

He leaned closer, a mischievous glint in his eyes: "Distracted? You've been looking at her the whole time, haven't you?"

Hehe, you didn't just meet me at first sight—"

"no!"

Tang Wulin's face flushed red.

"I just didn't hear you clearly and wanted to double-check! I want to remember everyone's name, not just hers!"

"Okay, okay, whatever you say."

The boy's smile deepened, but he didn't continue teasing him. Instead, he sat up straight and added a sentence in a low voice.

"I think she's a bit strange; you'd better not mess with her."

Tang Wulin silently repeated these three words in his heart several times.

When the boy went up to introduce himself, Tang Wulin finally learned the name of his talkative and outgoing classmate next door.

Zhang Yangzi, Martial Soul: Dark Illusionary Demon Eagle, Soul Power Level: 21.

Tang Wulin wrote down the name, and then he heard Ye Yingluo call his name.

He stood up and walked to the podium.

More than twenty pairs of eyes were fixed on him. Tang Wulin took a deep breath and composed himself.

"Hello everyone, my name is Tang Wulin. My martial soul is Blue Silver Grass."

The classroom erupted in chaos.

"Blue Silver Grass? No way, Blue Silver Grass can get into Class One?" A girl sitting in the first row covered her mouth, her voice full of disbelief.

Another boy immediately raised his hand and shouted at Ye Yingluo, "Teacher, did he come to the wrong class? Isn't Blue Silver Grass a useless martial soul? Our class is the best in the whole grade!"

Zhao Tieniu scratched his head and added sheepishly, "Isn't Blue Silver Grass a kind of martial soul that looks pretty much like ordinary weeds?"

Ye Yingluo coughed softly, and the murmurs in the classroom immediately subsided.

She glanced at Tang Wulin, but didn't show the same surprise as the other students.

As Tang Wulin's homeroom teacher, she had a general understanding of his situation, though not a complete one, but she knew at least that this child was no ordinary person.

After the murmurs subsided, Tang Wulin continued, "However, my Blue Silver Grass is a little different from ordinary Blue Silver Grass. It's a mutated Blue Silver Grass with golden patterns on it."

As he spoke, he extended his right hand, and the Blue Silver Grass covered with golden patterns sprouted from his palm, glowing faintly in the sunlight.

He put away the Blue Silver Grass and looked at the whole class, saying, "My soul power level is level twenty-three."

My desired second career is as a blacksmith, and I hope everyone will support me.

The boy who was just saying "Blue Silver Grass is a useless martial soul" opened his mouth into an "O" shape.

The girl who asked if she had gone to the wrong class stared wide-eyed and subconsciously nudged the classmate next to her, as if to confirm whether she was seeing things.

Level 23 - So what if it's Blue Silver Grass?

A nine-year-old level 23 Soul Master—that kind of talent would qualify him in any class!