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

Tang Wulin did not reveal the second martial soul that the Golden Dragon King had given him.

Teacher Wu Changkong repeatedly warned that the matter of the second martial soul must never be exposed in front of others, at least not in the academy.

So he only reported Blue Silver Grass. Fortunately, Teacher Ye Yingluo didn't ask any further questions. The students' attention was also drawn to the number "level 23". Although some people still questioned how he could cultivate a single Blue Silver Grass martial soul to such a level, there was still no further progress.

He had just sat back down when Zhang Yangzi leaned over again, seemingly wanting to say something, but Ye Yingluo on the podium had already called the next name.

Tang Wulin listened intently to the self-introduction that followed.

Wei Xiaofeng's martial soul is the Azure Shadow Serpent, and his soul power is level 22.

Wang Jinxi, Martial Soul Bone Dragon King, Soul Power Level 21.

Both of them had soul power exceeding the threshold of a Great Soul Master, which would have placed them firmly among the top in any class in previous years.

The Golden Dragon King still didn't have a good opinion of them: "The Azure Shadow Snake is a bit better than the earthworms crawling around my corner."

"The Bone Dragon King? Does it even deserve to be called a Dragon King?"

Tang Wulin didn't listen; he had already learned to automatically filter out ninety percent of the trash talk while coexisting with the Golden Dragon King.

Silently memorize the names of Wei Xiaofeng and Wang Jinxi.

After the last trainee finished introducing himself, Ye Yingluo stepped down from the podium, clapped her hands, and said, "Very good, everyone has gotten to know each other. Now come with me to the combat training field."

The freshmen stood up abruptly and filed out behind Ye Yingluo.

As soon as Tang Wulin stood up, Zhang Yangzi grabbed his sleeve and pulled him to Wang Jinxi's side.

"Jin Xi, this is Tang Wulin, the one I just told you about!"

Zhang Yangzi put his arm around Wang Jinxi's shoulder and patted him hard.

"A level 23 Great Soul Master, with a mutated Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul. Let me tell you, this guy's been hiding his true strength very well!"

The three walked side by side, with Tang Wulin sandwiched in the middle. One of them kept talking nonstop, while the other walked with such speed that he bumped into Tang Wulin's shoulder and it hurt.

But to be honest, he was quite happy to make two seemingly nice friends on the first day of school.

"By the way, how did you two meet?" Tang Wulin asked curiously.

"We're from the same place, and we grew up wearing the same pair of pants."

Zhang Yangzi chuckled and whispered in Tang Wulin's ear.

"And let me tell you a secret—Jin Xi and I have a martial soul fusion technique."

Tang Wulin's eyes lit up: "A Martial Soul Fusion Skill? What's that?"

Zhang Yangzi and Wang Jinxi exchanged a glance and simultaneously revealed a mysterious smile.

"Well—"

Zhang Yangzi held up a finger to cover his mouth.

"I can't tell you yet, it's a secret."

Tang Wulin was a little disappointed, but he didn't press the matter. Everyone has their own trump cards; didn't he himself hide his second martial soul from revealing it?

Ye Yingluo led everyone through the long corridor of the teaching building and into a huge circular building.

The building's exterior walls are constructed from solid blocks of dark gray stone, their surfaces covered with densely engraved soul-guiding protective patterns that gleam faintly with a metallic sheen in the sunlight.

This is the East Sea Academy's combat training ground, equipped with a soul-guided shield that can withstand full-force attacks from those below the Soul Master level without leaving a trace.

Only Class 1 of each grade can enjoy this treatment; other classes can only train outdoors in the wind and sun.

The training ground was even larger than Tang Wulin had imagined. The dome was as high as three stories, and the ground was covered with specially made elastic rubber boards that were slightly soft to the touch, cushioning the impact of falls.

At intervals along the wall, there is a soul-guided monitoring screen that can monitor the soul power fluctuations and physical conditions of both sides in the battle in real time.

A few senior teaching assistants stood scattered around, each holding a whiteboard.

The freshmen were scattered in twos and threes at the edge of the field. Some were stretching, some were doing light jumps to warm up, and a few were nervous. For example, the round-faced boy named Zhao Tieniu was clasping his hands together and muttering something, probably praying that he wouldn't be assigned to spar with the other geniuses in the class.

"Tang Wulin, what's wrong?" Zhang Yangzi suddenly asked.

Tang Wulin was tightly covering his left cheek, his fingers running from his chin to the corner of his eye, his posture stiff as if he were performing some kind of mysterious ritual.

He tried to keep his expression calm, but if you looked closely, you could see that the corners of his mouth were twitching slightly.

"...I'm a little itchy, it's nothing!" Tang Wulin squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth.

"Itchy? Should we tell the teacher and go to the infirmary?"

"No need, no need, it'll be ready in a moment."

Tang Wulin turned around, pretending to look at the dome structure of the training ground, but in reality, he was pressing his fingers frantically against his cheek.

On his left cheek, several blood-red lines emerged from beneath his skin, quickly outlining the shape of an eye.

The vertical pupil peeked out from between his fingers, peering through the gaps. The Golden Dragon King had reappeared.

Tang Wulin screamed inwardly, "Golden Dragon King! What are you doing! This is a practical lesson! The whole class is watching!"

"What's the panic?" The Golden Dragon King's voice was calm and unhurried.

"I just want to see that little girl."

"What little girl?"

"Tyrannosaurus Rex. The one on the podium just now." The Golden Dragon King's vertical pupils narrowed slightly between Tang Wulin's fingers.

"Although my bloodline in her is as diluted as watered-down fake wine, she is still a descendant of mine. I want to see her actual combat performance with my own eyes and see if she has disgraced me."

"You can just use your consciousness to see! Why do you have to stick out an eye!"

"Can what you see with your mind be the same as what you see with your eyes? Your mental power is like a sieve; all I can see through you is a blur. Why don't you just cover your eyes with your hands? I don't mind the gaps between my fingers."

Tang Wulin despairingly realized that reasoning with the Golden Dragon King was inherently unreasonable.

He gave up resisting and slightly opened his fingers by less than half a centimeter, allowing the Golden Dragon King's vertical pupils to barely see the outside world through this gap.

The Golden Dragon King didn't mind and carefully looked through the crack for a few moments.

It lasted for about two or three seconds, then the vertical pupil lazily closed, and the red line slowly receded under the skin, disappearing without a trace.

"Is it done?" Tang Wulin asked tentatively.

"Alright." The Golden Dragon King's tone carried a hint of disappointment.

"Nothing special. This girl's talent is pretty good among humans, but it's uninteresting."

Tang Wulin breathed a sigh of relief, took his hand off his left cheek, and rubbed the muscles in his cheek that he had been pressing until they ached.

Zhang Yangzi was still staring at him suspiciously, while Tang Wulin forced a smile at him: "It's really just a little itchy, maybe it's an allergic reaction."

"You were rubbing your face for ages because of an allergic reaction?"

"...My face turns a strange color when I have an allergic reaction, and I don't want you to see it."

The excuse was so lame that even Tang Wulin himself didn't believe it, but fortunately, before Zhang Yangzi could ask any more questions, Ye Yingluo's voice rang out in the training ground.

"First match: Tang Wulin versus Wei Xiaofeng!"