Douluo Continent III Haotian Wulin

Wu Changkong raised his left hand and placed it on Tang Wulin's chest, closed his eyes, and silently felt the changes within his body.

Tang Wulin kept the golden scales on his right arm as instructed.

But that power came quickly and went quickly. In addition, he had already exhausted himself in the previous battle with the Light Dragon, and now he could only last for about ten seconds before he could clearly feel the power that was so full of him that it was about to explode rapidly receding.

What followed was a familiar feeling of weakness.

He was startled.

If I keep trying like this, I'm afraid I'll faint again like last time.

Tang Wulin quickly used his mind to disperse the golden scales on his right arm. The golden light faded rapidly, the scales disappeared silently, and the sharp claws vanished as well.

Wu Changkong then released his grip.

Tang Wulin swayed, his legs suddenly feeling weak. Xie Xie reacted quickly, catching him and helping him sit down on the small sofa next to him.

The room was silent for a few seconds.

Then, Wu Changkong frowned and uttered two words in a low voice.

"strangeness."

Xie Xie and Tang Wulin exchanged a glance, neither daring to make a sound to disturb them.

After a moment, Wu Changkong slowly spoke.

"It doesn't seem like twin martial souls."

Tang Wulin's heart sank slightly.

Wu Changkong continued, "If it were a second martial soul, you would have a clearer perception after it is truly awakened, unlike the current blurriness. It's also not like a normal evolution of your main martial soul, because it has almost no direct connection with your Sinking Star Hammer."

He paused for a moment, and his gaze darkened.

"It's not a spirit fusion skill either."

Xie Xie was taken aback, and subconsciously asked, "Why?"

"Because if it's a spirit fusion skill, you will also change." Wu Changkong glanced at him coldly. "I have never seen a spirit fusion that only causes one person to change, while the other person has no reaction at all."

Xie Xie was speechless.

Wu Changkong was well aware of his vast knowledge and experience. Yet, the more knowledgeable he was, the more bizarre Tang Wulin's transformation seemed.

"Teacher," Tang Wulin couldn't help but ask, "then what about my golden scales...?"

Wu Changkong looked at him, her gaze more scrutinizing than usual.

"It's very strong."

He spoke very directly.

"In that state, your strength increased at least threefold. That's what enabled you to send that two-ring Soul Master flying with a single blow today."

Tang Wulin was taken aback.

three times.

He knew that the power was strong, but he didn't expect it to be this strong.

"But the problem is also obvious," Wu Changkong continued, "You can't control it at all right now. I sensed the flow of your soul power just now, and I can be fairly certain that this power is not generated by your soul power itself."

Tang Wulin didn't quite understand.

Wu Changkong raised his hand and tapped lightly on the table.

"Simply put, it's like a power that already exists within you. Your soul power isn't its source; it's just that once it appears, it naturally consumes your soul power."

"Therefore, it is different from ordinary martial souls and ordinary soul skills."

"It's more like something sealed inside your body, temporarily activated by some external force."

Tang Wulin was stunned for a moment.

Even Xie Xie couldn't help but abandon his usual carefree demeanor.

Wu Changkong said in a deep voice, "I can't say for sure whether this is a good thing or a bad thing right now. But at least for now, it's an extra burst of energy for you. Having it is better than not having it."

"Moreover, it's not simple at all."

At this point, Wu Changkong's tone became noticeably more serious.

"When it appeared just now, even I felt a bit of pressure."

Xie Xie nodded immediately.

"Yes, I have it too! It's that sudden numbness."

Wu Changkong glanced at him, which was taken as tacit agreement.

"That's not just the pressure from a difference in strength; it's more like a deterrent on a certain level. If this is truly a martial spirit, then its level... is probably astonishingly high."

Tang Wulin felt a surge of warmth upon hearing these words, but that warmth was quickly dampened by his bewilderment.

Being strong is certainly a good thing.

The problem is, he has no idea what it is or how to truly control it.

"Teacher," he asked in a low voice, "what should I do now?"

Wu Changkong answered quickly.

"Cultivation."

"First, continue to increase your soul power. The stronger your soul power, the greater your body's and strength's resilience, and the greater the possibility of controlling it."

"Secondly, there's mental strength. What you lack most right now isn't just power, but control. The higher your mental strength, the more likely you are to see, grasp, and suppress this power."

Finally, it's about getting familiar with it.

Wu Changkong turned to look at Xie Xie after saying this.

"From now on, let Xie Xie help you stimulate it. Now that it's been proven that the Light Dragon Dagger can trigger it, try it more. The more you experience it, the more your body adapts, and the more control you'll have."

Xie Xie's eyes lit up.

"I can have this!"

Tang Wulin instinctively shrank his shoulders.

The image of Xie Xie repeatedly slashing himself with a dagger is hardly pleasant to contemplate.

Wu Changkong completely ignored his little expression and said calmly, "I will continue to think about it and see if there is a more suitable direction for judgment."

"Yes," Tang Wulin replied.

Although I didn't get a clear answer, at least this time I'm not completely clueless.

Golden scales do exist.

Moreover, even Wu Changkong admits that it is extremely powerful.

This was enough to give him a glimmer of real hope.

……

The next day, the college did not experience much of a stir because Class 5 of the first year won against Class 4.

After all, it was just a competition between the lowest grades and classes. Most people heard about it and then forgot about it; not many people really took it to heart.

But not everyone is indifferent.

At least, Class 3 of Grade 1, who is going to play against Class 5 of Grade 1 today, is very concerned.

The homeroom teacher of Class 3, Grade 1 is named Ye Yingrong. She is not very old, a few years younger than Wu Changkong, and is a new teacher who has only been at the academy for a short time. She is beautiful and gentle, and has a very good reputation among the students.

When she first met Wu Changkong, she clearly felt her heartbeat become abnormal.

There's no way around it, this aloof and arrogant male god is just too famous.

She's good-looking, has a cold demeanor, and is incredibly strong; it's said she even studied at that place. Plus, she possesses extremely high cultivation at such a young age. In her eyes, aside from her slightly cold personality, she has almost no flaws.

the most important is--

He is still single.

Ye Yingrong had thought to herself more than once that someone like Wu Changkong probably only had high standards, which was why he had never had a girlfriend.

Yet, it is precisely this kind of person who has managed to lead Class 5 of Grade 1 into what it is today.

She watched the entire competition yesterday with her students who were going to participate.

When she saw the two yellow spirit rings at Xie Xie and Gu Yue's feet, her heart skipped a beat.

A century-old soul ring.

Students of this caliber should all be in Class 1. But instead, they're all in Class 5.

In their first-grade class 3, not a single student participated in the competition.

Even so, the promotion tournament still has to be played.

Moreover, Ye Yingrong even had a hint of anticipation.

If I can perform well in this competition, I might be able to get Wu Changkong to really notice me... or at least notice the students she has trained.

Thinking of this, her expression became more serious.

Are there still three people...?

Just like yesterday, the intermediate-level playground once again hosted the promotion competition after school in the afternoon.

This is the second day of the competition.

There weren't many spectators; the older students were too lazy to come, but some students from other first-grade classes did show up. After all, Class 5 of the first grade had won so quickly yesterday, which had piqued their curiosity to some extent.

Ye Yingrong arrived very early.

The students in Class 3 of Grade 1 had lined up early and stood in neat rows. At the front were three handsome boys.

The strangest thing is—

These three people look exactly alike.